Hello! this is my first fanfic on this site! I hope you guys enjoy it.
Chapter 1
A bunch of letters lies at the bottom of a draw of a desk. The draw is crammed with memoirs. An old compass, a feather a deteriorated red ribbon and of course a neatly tied pile of letters. They tell a story, a sad and happy one filled with love and regret. The draw smelled of adventure, past memories, both sweet and bitter and of years past which to us are all but gone. All of this, belonged to a really stubborn Brit, named Arthur.
England thought the day would have almost been a normal day of working in London and then coming home to rest, except for the fact that he was holding a world meeting in his house. The big hall designed for such meetings was full of nations all shouting and arguing amongst themselves. An oblivious Italian was asking an already annoyed German for pasta. China was arguing with Japan and his siblings. Whilst an obnoxious American and an over romantic French were arguing about why French fries were called like that! The only quiet one was the Canadian, with his bear sitting quietly next to a menacing Russia surrounded by the Baltic countries. No one noticed him and even though Britain didn't show it he could indeed see the Canadian. He knew it was hard on him but he chose to be distant from the latter due to the fact that he didn't want to get hurt again. Even, if that seemed impossible coming from him. So with a final grunt the Brit lead himself towards the hall.
Sighing I took a decisive step into the hall and immediately the hard work began. Constant arguing and bickering amongst tough decision making, which never actually got anywhere, meant that before I knew it, it was already time for lunch. During the meeting Scotland had come down and demanded to stay in the meeting. I obliged much to the surprise of him and others just because I didn't have the fucking patience to deal with him, and for once he could take his own bloody notes. I was getting tired but we still had the rest of the afternoon ahead of us, so the best I could do was let the waiter's in with some food to refresh us all. I tried looking for France but saw him slip away towards the bathroom and out of my sight. Oh well he is going to be there for a while. The American or Alfred as I called him somehow snuck up on me and started shouting rather loudly in my ear if I had actually helped cook anything today.
"No you bloody git." I lied through my teeth. Actually I had helped make a stew which as far as I could see was almost empty. "Hahahaha, I knew you wouldn't your cooking is way too bad for that! Although you could have given us hamburgers." He said. "America I don't want to eat hamburgers and you will just have to deal with it ok?" "Why are you so grumpy today?" "Good luck when it's your turn to hold a meeting mate" was all I replied stalking off.
