Author's Note – I tried to make this chapter longer and still make sense. There'll be some dialogue as well.
Chapter Two – Meeting.
Today was the meeting day. I was not looking forward to it. I wish I could skip it but sadly, I can't. I am the host of this month's meetings. Yeah, it sucks. I was dressed in my normal military uniform. My signature bomber jacket was locked away in my closet. I didn't feel like wearing in today. After last week's episode, I've been feeling really depressed and sort of down. My life has been playing back through my head since then and I realized just how sad it is. I've lost the love of my life twice, my family wishes I was dead, the entire world hates me except for one country—hell, even my citizens hate me! My vision began to blur and I gripped the steering wheel—no. I shouldn't be thinking like this and driving. I took a deep breath and turned up the radio loud so that I couldn't hear my own thoughts. I rolled up my windows so that I wouldn't bother people too much. I let the voice of Brendon Urie take over my thoughts as I continued to drive to the meeting place.
Finally, after ten minutes of drowning out my thoughts with Panic! At the Disco, I arrived at the meeting place. I stepped out of my blue Shelby Mustang and locked the doors. I slowly made my way to the entrance. I was already late so I didn't see the point in rushing. I was going to get chewed out anyways. Even when I'm early, I get chewed out. When I arrive early, I get yelled at for being a "patriotic show off" and when I'm late, I get yelled for being a "lazy nitwit." I can never win with these people. I sighed again as I reached the meeting room. It wasn't all that far from the entrance. I pushed the door open and was greeted with absolute chaos. Countries were arguing with eachother like crazy. And then call me immature. As I walked over to my seat, I noticed that Sealand was there. England must've let him come to this meeting.
"Oh, look who finally decided to show up!" I heard an angry Brit shout behind me. I turned around to see him and France choking eachother. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and make a snarky comment. I decided to keep my mouth shut. I knew what he was doing. He was just trying to provoke me. He wanted me to angry and shout at him. He wanted to pull me into this chaos of a meeting. Deciding that it's best to just stay quiet, I looked around the room for a seat. Thankfully, I found one next to the Nordics. They didn't like me but, they didn't hate me either. In fact, they never even talk to me whenever I sit near them. I tried to look for another seat, hoping that there would be one next to Lovino but there was no luck. Sighing, I took a seat next to Russia.
"Oh good," Germany started. "America is finally here. We can start the meeting," he said. "Now, we are here today to talk about the economy. Would anyone like to go first with their presentation?" he asked. I took my laptop out and placed on top of the table. I then opened a word document, ready to take notes. As I did this, I felt like I was being watched. I looked up and notice everyone watching me. "America, wouldn't you like to go first?" he asked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"There are over 190 nations in this room. I don't need to present first every fucking time we have a meeting," I grumbled, just loud enough for myself to here. Well, I think Norway might have heard me but if he did, he didn't show it. I put a false smile on my face and looked back at the German. "No! I think I'm just gonna take notes for today! You know, the hero needs a rest from time to time! AHAHA!" I laughed loudly. Germany grumbled under his breath as England volunteered go first, insulting me in the process.
"Hero-obsessed Idiot," he shot at me. I just smiled at him like an idiot before turning to my laptop. The smile left my face and I clenched my fist.
"Dumbass, heroes don't exist," Cuba sneered at me. Oh, I forgot he was next to me.
"Don't even try, Cuba, you know he's dense as hell," laughed England, who was supposed to be presenting.
"He's stupid, da?" Russia smiled. I started sliding down my chair, embarrassed. I saw Lovino glance at me, worried. I smiled at him weakly.
"He doesn't even understand we're insulting him, aru!" China shouted. Before, anyone could insult me further, I spoke up.
"This is a meeting, we're supposed to be talking about the economy," I mumbled.
"You want to talk about the economy? How about the fact that you owe me money, aru!" China yelled at me. "I swear, you have no respect for your elders!" I stood up and quickly walked out of the room. I went to the bathroom. I locked the door and slid to the floor.
I shouldn't have come to the meeting. I should've just stayed home and asked for the notes from Lovino. I hugged my legs to my body as I listened. I could still hear their loud insults. It was like they were cutting my skin, painful.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.'
What complete bullshit.
A/N: So it's not the best but, I tried. I think I might do the next chapter in Romano's point of view. Um. This is the full summary btw:
Summary: Alfred's thoughts have been getting to him and he's beginning to feel really down. When he shows up to a world meeting really depressed, Lovino begins to worry. In a desperate attempt to cheer up his friend, Lovino tries to figure out what's wrong. Can he save the great America from falling into a deep whole of suicidal anxiety or will he just make everything worst? (This is a continuation of my one-shot 'Car Radio.' Please read that first. Also, I got this idea from Perks of Being a Wallflower. Good book, go read it.)
I forgot to add this to the first chapter. It didn't fit in summary box so I had to shorten it.
