Arthur trudged down the hall, yet another boring meeting, yet another headache and no Advil to be found. "Bloody fucking hell..." He grumbled, scowling at the floor as if it had just insulted his mum. Everyone was so...so...well, so annoying! Not to mention Alfred's attempts at trying to talk to him, all the while spitting bits of chewed up burger on his face. "Tch, bloody twat should keep his mouth shut...maybe even sew those fat lips together..." He continued to talk to himself, when he ran into someone in his own hate filled cloud. As he stepped back, trying to recover he looked to them. "Oh...Francis. What the hell do you want?" He asked, his lips turning into a ugly scowl doing no justice to the already eyebrow plagued face. Francis gave a chuckle, fixing his suit and smiling...No, it really was more of a smirk...

"Ah, Arthur...mon Cher. I simply wanted to give this to you. " he held out a card in a thick envelope, it seemed rather thick. "This is from...how should I say this? Mm, from many admirers.~" he laughed, holding a hand to his mouth like a school girl would. Arthur looked at the envelope, a look of disgust, while processing the words that had come from his mouth.

"...admirers...?" He glared at him, snatching it from his grip. "Hmph, I swear if it's just another sex hotline..." He warned, pushing past the smirking Frenchman. He held tight to the package, despite his physical and vocal dislike of it. Arthur made his way to his car, huffing as he chucked the envelope on the passengers seat.

Francis made his way back to the meeting rooms where only a handful of nations were left.

"So? Did you give it to him?" Alfred asked, a smile on his face. Francis nodded, rolling his eyes at the American.

"Oui. And everyone had signed their names?" He asked, looking to the others. The only ones left were ; himself, Alfred, Kiku, Ivan and Roderich. Roderich had been 'pressured' into joining this stupid game, as he said. "And the bet money?" Francis asked, holding out a hand. The money fell onto the table, at least $400 dollars, and was put in the Frenchmans pocket. "Alright. Now, to recap. We all have one month to see who will get the farthest with mr. Eyebrows. End of the month, winner gets the money." He said, chuckling, he would easily be the winner. They all mumbled in agreement, soon filing out of the room as if their deal had never happened.

-authors note. Sorry for taking so long! ,y account wouldn't let me on! But I'm on now, so please let me know what you think. And this story may take a different turn than I thought...having forgotten what I was exalts going to do it on. But I do know it will consist of three main plots. Anyway, review and stay chill!-