America walked into the world summit, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Everyone took notice. He sat at his place at the front of the long mahogany table kicking up his feet, ankles crossed and arms folded. England glanced over to him, raising a bushy brow.
"What are you so bloody happy for?" He asked.
The other nations eyes went back to looking over the agenda for the meeting.
"Oh, you will see." America said coy.
"Uh-huh." The Brit rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
The remaining countries filed into the room filling all the seats, except for one. France made sure Canada was next to him and checked his watch. Whoever they were, was late.
"Should we begin?" Italy whispered to Germany. "It has been fifteen minutes."
"Does anyone have Russia's contact information?" Sighed the German. "Everyone needs to be present or we will have to reschedule on a later date."
England's eyes snapped over America who was biting his lip, trying to hold back laughter.
"You do not have anything to do with this, do you?" He said under his breath, making sure he was the only one that heard.
The door was slammed open, air thickening. Everyone was silent. Russia walked inside his eyes fixed to America's. His cheek was swollen and a bandage stuck to his forehead.
"Sorry I am late. When I opened the door to my room, a bucket of water fell on my head. I had to change." He tossed a waded ball of twisted metal onto the table. It rolled, resting before America.
"Is that what happened to your face?" America removed his legs and leaned in, lacing his fingers. He smirked. "You look like shit."
"No. My face was hit by a ball when I arrived last night." Russia smiled back, threateningly. "I must be having bad luck."
"Clearly." Snorted the American. "Bet your big ass head was an easy target."
The Russian chuckled and sat in the empty seat at the end of the table.
"Not as big as your mouth."
England cleared his throat.
"Since we are all in attendance, we should begin." The Englishman said, uneasy. "Time is of the essence!"
"Yeah, I think Russia has wasted enough time for all of us for one day." America stood and gathered his papers. "Thank you, Ivan."
Russia's smile disappeared.
Everyone's jaw dropped. Human names had no place in a world summit. England stood and slammed a hand down.
"Take ten everyone." He glared at America. "We will commence after a break."
The room was quickly vacated and England shut the door behind them. He turned back to America, appalled.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing, just having a bit of fun." Shrugged America. "You're over reacting, jeez."
His smirk was making England's blood boil.
"If you want to start a war, leave the rest of the world out of it!"
"Whatever." America leaned back in his chair and swiveled. "I could kick that commie's ass with my eyes closed and I know I aint the only one who wants to punch him."
He was quickly spun back around. England was face to face with America, and it was difficult for the younger nation to hold back his fist.
"War is not a game, Alfred." Warned the elder country. "I am not a fan of Russia either especially not my overseer, but, do you really want to pick a fight with the Soviet Union? "
America pushed him away and got to his feet.
"I am aware, Arthur." Hissed the American, his eyes fierce. "Go give your advice to somebody who gives a fuck. Oh, and next time you get in my face, " he gathered England by the collar, "don't think I won't hesitate in kicking in your yellowed, fucked up teeth. Mate." He spoke mockingly.
"I do not even know who the hell you are anymore." Britain pulled away, shaking his head.
"I'm America." He stated, taking back his seat.
The nation's had begun to return from break, talking casual amongst themselves. That is, until Russia waltz in taking the seat previously belonging to France, directly next to America. He wore a smile that would no doubt give Italy nightmares.
"I am curious, what did your brother say?" Russia said deeply. "Did he scold you?"
America tensed and shot the Russian a hate filled glare.
"He is not my brother."
"Da, if you be saying so." He chuckled to himself. "Children sometimes need redirection."
Just as America was to attempt tearing Russia's smile off his face, Germany had taken the liberty of bringing up the first issue on the agenda. The American instead, calmly smoothed back his hair, giving Russia a complementary flash of his middle finger.
Except for its rough start, the meeting commenced smoothly. America had kept his mouth shut for the most part, which was unusual, tapping his pen as he stared at the clock. He counted down the final seconds, then, quickly scrambled out the door before England could end with a closing statement. Russia was the second to leave, nodding at the other nations before exiting. He checked his cell phone outside the door and found a message from his overseer. His eyes scanned the screen, a wicked smile spreading cross his lips.