A/N: So, u-uhm... I need reviews guys! Please, I'm desperate XDDD Anyway uhm... This is a bit wierd, uploading stuff here. I'm not sure how good I am, but CRITISIZE ME TO DEATH. PLEASE. -cough- So anyway... THIS CHAPTER TURNED OUT ALOT SHORTER THAN EXPECTED TAT ... I was like, 'WOOT, WROTE A LONG CHAPTER-Awh, dammit...' But if I even find this to be WORTH continuing I PROMISE THE CHAPTERS WILL GET LONGER AND MORE INTERESTING. I SWEAR. PLEASE BELIEVE ME. A-ahem... Anyway... Uh... I guess I'll go away now... -slowly fades away-
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World Conference meetings. Of course the events that occur at such a 'meeting' appose any law of humanity and manners, to such a point that even the people causing these events to take place see how obnoxious they really are.
Arthur stood at the front of the room, pointer in hand, using the object to motion to different countries on a large map as he spoke. "As you can see-..." the man cut himself off, scowling as he glared over at a certain sandy blonde haired nation. Alfred, who seemed to have drifted off into a lucid state in the middle of the Englishman's speech. He angrily aimed his pointer at the other before speaking. "At the end of this pointer is an impudent idiot." he stated simply.
As if on cue, the American's eyes blinked open and the blue orbs turned to stare up into the bright green ones belonging to Arthur. "Excuse me, Eyebrows?" he asked in an immature manner, though such a response was aptly fitting to Alfred's personality, just as a nickname like 'Eyebrows' was quite fitting to Arthur's... Well, eyebrows. "Which end of the pointer are you referring to again?"
"The end that's about to be shoved up your ass if you don't stop with your cocky remarks." Arthur replied smartly, whacking the other on the top of the head for good measure.
A different nation, with long blonde locks and indigo eyes raised his hand before piping in. "U-uhm... I don't think w-we should b-be f-fighting, eh..." he muttered softly, though the other bickering blondes didn't pay the Canadian any mind as they yelled random arguments toward each other.
"Boys, boys!" a Frenchman exclaimed, standing up and walking over to both Arthur and Alfred. "Mon Dieu! Calm yourselves, there is no need for such bickering!" he exclaimed through his thick accent. Using both hands, he pinched the nations' cheeks. "You two are much too cute for such dirty talking, oui?"
Arthur swatted the other's hand away from his face. "Don't. Touch. Me." he replied, the tone in those words alone practically explaining his abhorred opinion toward the Frenchman themselves. "Bloody hell don't you touch me Francis, or I swear to God you'll be sent right into rigor mortis within two seconds. And don't you think it won't be painful." he stated, glaring at the other with bright green eyes.
Alfred simply spluttered, rendered silent by the hatred the Briton had been able to mix in with such a small amount of speech.
"You are just too cute L'Angleterre!" Francis replied, smiling as if he hadn't heard a single word of what Arthur had just said. He reached over and ruffled the shorter man's hair, messing it up a bit.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." Arthur spat back, grabbing the other's wrist tightly to stop the stroking motions he could feel atop his head. "I said don't touch me."
Alfred smirked and stared at Arthur. "Someone's in a bit of a bad mood today." he stated, sticking his tongue out at the other.
"Go to hell!" Arthur retorted, reaching over to grab a lock of the other's dark blonde hair to pull at. Francis grabbed England's wrist before he could do such a thing. "Let go of my wrist, you ass!" he yelled at the other. Alfred was snickering to himself about the whole situation, which pissed Arthur off even more.
At this point a few of the nations who hadn't been involved in the pointless bickering had just stood up and left. A tall tan nation with wavy dark hair and bright green eyes stood up and slammed his hand down on the table. "Guys! This is so pointless! Why can't we just get on with this instead of fighting pointlessly?" he exclaimed in a thick Spanish accent. A few of the other nations nodded in agreement. The nation continued. "We DO have work to do and we DO have a crisis going on! Now, I may not usually be the most serious one here, but we have a war going on here! If we just stand around fighting over nothing with our OWN allies, how are we going to beat anyone else?"
This made Francis let go of England, and both the British man and Alfred hung their heads down in shame. "Antonio is correct..." Arthur stated sullenly. "We should be talking about the issue of the moment as we had been, and I apologize for my acts of immaturity..."
Alfred nodded. "I'm sorry too..." he stated simply, walking back to his seat and seating himself. Francis silently did the same.
Arthur cleared his throat. "As I was saying, Russia and China's bomb threats were no joke, and they've already hit and damaged many countries below the equator. Considering that we have so many countries of neutral status at this point, it's our chance to gain allies." he explained. "Any questions so far?"
Of course, Alfred's hand shot up into the air, and he waved it to gain attention, as if in second grade.
England rolled his eyes and simply ignored the American's hand. "None? Good, let's move on-"
"I have a question!" Alfred yelled loudly, interrupting the other. "Why are we wasting our time looking for more allies when we should be helping the nations that were already on our side before they got hurt? The neutrals are neutrals, we can worry about them later, but we are already sided with some very capable and strong countries. Ones we should be HELPING."
England was awestruck at the fact Alfred had said something so... Well... Logical. A few of the nations turned and stared at the American, looking like they were holding themselves back from screaming, "HOLY SHIT ALFRED WAS JUST LOGICAL. IT'S THE APOCALYPSE."
Luckily, none of them did.
"Well Alfred, looking around the room you'll notice there is only about nine of us. Russia and China have many countries on their side and-"
"We'd have more if we tried helping." Alfred stated simply, cutting England off yet again. "If we just helped our other allies then-"
"Then there'd only be about twelve of us still. But if we get more allies first then we can help the other's later." England retorted. "Russia and China have already beaten us in the number of allies they have. Even if we help the injured countries we still can't out beat them."
Alfred scowled at Arthur, glaring at him. "This has nothing to do with quantity. This is about sticking together and fighting our best. Even if we have half the world on our side, if they're all injured and feel like shit then we're gonna lose. That's that."
England stared at the other. He had nothing to say to that. Absolutely nothing. Because well... It was true. All of what America had just stated was absolutely true. "Well... Wh-whatever..." Arthur stuttered, not sure how to reply to the other.
"Not whatever Arthur! What's your plan? Are you just gonna-... G-gonna... Gck..." Alfred's speech slowed until it came to a stop. He went pale and England, along with the other nations stared at the American with concern.
"Alfred, a-are you alright...?" England asked the other softly, taking a step towards him.
Alfred closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, leaning forward. "N-no..." he choked out.
"W-well what's wrong...?" Arthur asked worriedly as he stared at the other in a concerned manner. He made his way over to the American and knelt down next to him, placing a hand on his back.
Alfred made a struggled noise in the back of his throat, but did not properly respond to the other's question. A cough escaped his lips and he could see his surroundings becoming blurry, black spots slowly engulfing his vision, untill everything simply went black.
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