The brown bag crumpled in Arthur's hand as he swallowed his pride. Grabbing a pair of scissors, he cut two holes for his eyes, just big enough for his eyebrows to peak through.
After the meeting with his fellow nations, he would be attending an… Event of sorts.
He walked into just another normal meeting, like every other week, and sat down in his designated spinny-chair. Only a few other nations had arrived, America being one of them, along with the Italian brothers, Austria (because he refused to be late), Hungary, and Prussia. As a result, Arthur sought out small talk with the younger… "totally cool" nation. Mostly small arguments though.
"LET ZE MEETING BEGIN." A familiar angry German said.
Halfway through the meeting, Arthur grew tired of shouting at the other nations and decided to sit quiet and glance around the room.
Something, however, caught his attention. Sticking prominently out of Germany's man-purse, was an empty brown paper bag.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Anyways, he could have used it for his lunch, right? Arthur caught himself staring at the bag and decided to look somewhere else to distract himself.
He began to notice, Italy's bright pink camouflage backpack also had a brown bag sticking out of the side pocket. Arthur shook his head. Definitely just a coincidence. Definitely.
As the meeting finally ended, Arthur was eager to just get to his next event. He thought about the odd coincidence while he drove to his next destination. There's no way. He pondered.
Upon reaching the clubhouse in which the activity resigned, he saw France sitting outside of the building. "Probably just flirting with people." The Englishman whispered to himself.
Under no circumstances, would he allow himself to be seen. None. Due to this… Fear you could say, he had to maneuver himself around the overly-happy Frenchman.
After succeeding his first task, he made his way down the hallway, half mentally preparing himself for the worst, and half excited for what was to come.
Rounding the corner, he mumbled under his breath, "You can do this," slipped his paper bag over his head, and walked into the room labeled 'GPA'.
He set his things down on the ground beside his seat and waited, not paying much attention to the people surrounding him.
"VELCOME," A familiar angry German stated, causing Arthur's eye's to widen to no extend, "TO GAY PERSONS ANONYMOUS." He finished.