It was after one of those World Meetings when a green eyed, bushy eye browed man approached the violet eyed, shy boy in a stiff seat across the vast room. Slowly looking up, the boy noticed the man looking down at him as he spoke.
"Hello, you're Matthew right?" The boy with said name, surprised that the man had even noticed him, silently nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Well, as your country is new to the world, all members of the UN will visit you individually to inform you of their different cultures, and I, as a member of the nation welcoming committee—"
He stopped in the middle of his sentence as a small object hurtled through the air and collided with his head, bouncing off and splattering on the hard wooden floor. Matthew, curious as to what had been thrown and who had thrown it, peered down to see the mess near the other man's feet. Mangled bread, crumpled lettuce, globs of what looked like red and yellow paint, seeds and tomato slices littered the ground in the unappetizing mess of what used to be...
"ALFRED! What the—" All of the foul sounds spewing out of the fuming man's mouth were muffled as a black haired man clamped his hands over the younger nation's ears. The violet eyed boy looked above him and caught the black haired nation's eyes as he nodded in gratification. As the amount of yelling and curse words being flung around like boomerangs dwindled, the older man released his hands from Matthew's head.
"I am the small nation of Japan," he announced, "although you may call me Kiku. Pardon Mr. America's tendencies to throw hamburgers around the room, he only does it to get everyone's attention." The two nations turned around to see two men facing each other. One had bright blue eyes that shined with excitement behind rectangular glasses, while the other's emerald green ones shone with fury.
Voice heavy with accusation, the latter spoke, "Alfred, why do you always have to interrupt me when I'm doing something important?" "Important? Ha! As if telling everyone that your biscuits are the best is important," the taller man countered. "Besides, I think lil'Mattie here would rather hear about how amazing MY culture is," he exclaimed as he draped an arm over the unsuspecting nation.
"Ex-c-c-cuse me, b-b-but my name—" The boy was interrupted by a shout of, "You dimwit! They're not biscuits! You better get it in your noggin because they're SCONES! S-C-O-N-E-S! And he bloody well doesn't need to be brainwashed after discovering your revolting hamburgers!"
His rant finished and his voice now controlled, he spoke. "Now, I have some important business to deal with, so if you will leave me alone, Matthew and I will be on our way." Alfred fiddled with his glasses, and with nothing more to say about the matter, simply said, "Well, if you need a hero, I'll be there!" and after winking at the nations, cheerfully skipped away.
Shaking his head with disdain, the green eyed man muttered to himself, "Bloody arrogant, that's what he is. Such an arrogant bastard."
After peering at his watch and turning towards Canada, he told him, "Well, we should get going if we are to get anything done as that Yankee just wasted our time. We will be going to a nearby café as it just turned 3 o'clock. I think I will enjoy a nice cup of tea..."
To be continued...