Okay so the first two chapters (This one and the prologue) are pretty slow, I promise that things are going to start getting interesting in the next chapter.
WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SEVERAL SCENES OF BLOOD AND GORE, RATING MAY BE BUMPED UP TO M
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything nor am I claiming to.
I CAN'T FALL DOWN…
The rain fell to the ground, clouds blocking out the sun. This was usual in England, which was where the G eight meeting would be held that day. Or at least it was supposed to be a G eight meeting. It seemed that a few uninvited people had shown up, those people being Romano, Prussia, and China.
Arthur sighed and walked into the meeting room with a plate of cupcakes. Every nation was to bring some food that was invented in a different country as part of a bonding project that Italy had suggested. It wasn't a bad idea; Arthur just didn't understand why the extra people showed up.
He set the cupcakes on the table with the other food, smiling when he saw scones on it. There was other food, such as pasta and sushi. Each nation was trying the different food, some of them smiling when they saw the food from their country.
Arthur frowned as he picked up a scone and took a bite. He had expected Alfred to freak out at his choice of food and start devouring his cupcakes. He was also hoping that Alfred's brother Matthew would take one as well.
He had added something extra to the cupcakes, having being sick of Alfred and Matthew always freaking out while watching horror movies – though Matthew wasn't nearly as bad as Alfred – he had added a potion that would take away fears into the cupcakes. Though as Arthur looked around it seemed his plan had failed. Both Alfred and Matthew seemed to be late for the meeting, and the other nations had started trying the cupcakes.
He sighed; he had made enough cupcakes, so it wasn't like the other's eating them was a problem. He was just hoping to get this meeting over quickly.
Soon everyone was done browsing and taking small tastes of each food. Arthur walked to the front of the room and called it to attention.
"Welcome everyone to the meeting, even if some of you were not invited..." He glares at the uninvited guests. "Anyway, I see that we are missing Canada and America. Has anyone heard from them?"
No one said anything, some glancing at the two empty chairs that Canada and America sat at.
Arthur sighed, "Very well. It doesn't matter; they have been irresponsible and will have to miss this bonding time…"
It didn't feel like bonding time, it felt like they were being forced to meet here and waste time… oh wait… that's exactly what it was.
He sighed and continued talking, telling everyone that they were welcome to eat any food and that they could talk and move around as they please. The nations got up, each walking around the room and grabbing food the food that they wished. He noticed that each nation took one of the cupcakes, which surprised him considering they were the American food. He then scowled as he saw that basically no one had touched the delicious scones that were next to the pink and blue cupcakes.
He sighed, grabbing a little bit of everything and sitting down, starting to nibble on the food.
Francis smiled and sat next to him, taking a bite of the pink cupcake he had in his hands. "I can obviously see that you did not make these cupcakes. They are actually edible non?"
Arthur glared at the Frenchman, debating on whether to slap him or not. "For your information I did make these… I just used an American recipe…"
"Well that explains it too! Obviously if it was a British recipe it would kill us all!"
Arthur glared more and slowly picked up the cupcake, taking a bite. It tasted normal, just like bread and frosting. But it also tasted slightly strange. He shrugged, passing it off as the magic he had used on it. Francis finished his cupcake and started eating some of the French food that someone had brought.
Soon everyone had finished their food. There was hardly any food yet, besides the scones of course.
Everyone was talking to each other; Italy was hugging Germany while talking to Romano and Prussia. China and Japan were in a corner talking in hushed voices. Russia was trying to sneak into the two Asians conversation; Francis was flirting with Arthur and Matthew along with Alfred still had not shown up.
It was their loss of course; it wasn't like it was an actual meeting, just a bonding experience. Arthur sighed and turned Francis down for the fifth time in a row. His eyes glancing around the room as the lights started flickering. Italy whimpered and looked up at the lights as Ludwig raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something wrong with your lighting system?" asked France, looking confused.
He shook his head, looking just as confused as everyone else. The lights kept flickering over and over until finally they went out.
Italy screamed and the rest of the nations looked around confused. The room got colder and there was a small childish laughter that went through the room.
A small voice echoed through the room, whispering.
"Their gone…"