Part 2

Germany sat in the meeting room, silently straightening some papers that didn't need straightening. In all honesty, the German has never been this giddy since Prussia decided to leave home to torment visit Austria and Hungary. That had to be one of the most relaxing twenty minutes he had in years. That is until a certain Italian thought it would be a good idea to visit him that same day.

Releasing a tired sigh, Ludwig led his papers down on the table. Tapping his fingers rather impatiently, he checked his watch. 'Three more minutes.' He sighed again.

"Veh~ Is something wrong Germany? You look really bored! Not that I can really blame you~." The quirky brunette asked out loud waving his hands as he talked.

"Nothing is wrong. Just getting tired of waiting." He said honestly, letting his mind roam. When the Italian continued chatter became nothing more than a pleasant noise that's when it happened. The door flew open with a loud bang, ceasing the endless babble the nations were well known to make. Glancing at his watch again, Ludwig felt a smug smirk tugging at his lips. 'He just barely made it. What a shame~.'

America didn't make a sound as he all but stomped to his seat. Huffing slightly, the blonde quickly made it to his seat and folded his arms. His face showed just about everything he was feeling at that moment. Anger, embarrassment, and—and… The American has somehow managed to turn revenge into an emotion.

"America? Where the bloody hell have you been? I thought you were out sick or something." Came the well-known British voice that floated from Alfred's left. He turned his head slightly to look at the brit but not enough to reveal his neck which he cleverly hidden by his uniform shirt's collar and his bomber jacket, Alfred gave his full attention to him.

"Traffic sucked and emergency." He said straight faced. He was not about to let Germany get away with this. Just thinking about all the possibilities made a little evil smile form on his lips

While the American was dutifully ignoring whatever else the brit had to say, he failed to notice a pair of arms snack their way around his torso that is until someone breathed heavily into his ear.

"Bonjour l'Amérique~. How are you?"

A violent shiver made its way up the blonde's spin as he tensed instantly. Quickly pushing whoever it was away with heavy shove, he turned to face the person. Like hell this was about to happen twice!

But upon seeing who it was all the tension drained from his body, leaving a wash of relief to follow. "Oh, hey France. I was doing better before you did that."

Wincing as he got off the floor, the Frenchman smiled his usual laid back perverted smile. He was about to say something else when Italy came trotting over. "Bonjour Italy~! How are you doing?"

"Veh! Hi big brother France! I'm doing great!" He responded eagerly.

Disregarding the energetic Italian, the perverted Frenchman, and the angry Brit, Alfred sat right back into his chair. He gazed around the room intensely, trying to find—Ah! There he is!

The America glared, half way, across the room at the quiet German.

Germany had his chin resting in the palm of his hand, looking through the some different and more important looking papers. When he finally glanced up, he immediately made eye contact with the blonde. The two stead just like that, one glaring while the other amusedly doing the same. That is until Germany smiled at him. Thinking it was a good idea to do so he decided, 'Why not?'

The response was almost instant. The American immediately bristled and blushed, then sent a cold glare at the German. Well, it would have been cold if the blonde wasn't so red. It made him smile a little harder, his chuckles threatening to force their way out.

Noticing this only made the already peeved Alfred extremely red with frustration. 'The hell is his problem! He's acting like he didn't just sexually harass me-' He took the opportunity to glance down at his watch, 'Five minutes ago!'

"Al?"

Alfred jumped from the sudden use of his nickname. Facing the familiar soft voice, his heart started to claim down a bit. "Oh. 'Sup Mattie?"

Canada visibly frowned, "I'm okay but what's that on your neck?"

As soon as that sentence left the Canadian's lips, Alfred hands shot up and slapped his neck, effectively covering the mark. "N-Nothing! Just don't look at it!"

"But-"

"Veh! America! Is that a hickey?" Feliciano asked casually. So casually in fact, it makes the American pause to wonder how often this happened to the small Italian.

"A-A HICKEY?" England questioned hesitantly, moving closer to the blonde to get a better look.

"N-NO! IT'S NOTHING!" He shrieked manly yelled as he ducked from the blatant stare Feliciano and Arthur was giving his now very red neck.

Now he was hearing something he really didn't need to hear. "Honhonhonhon~! Mon petite Amérique has finally grown up! His very first 'love bite'." The Frenchman cried dramatically, slinging his arms around the American once more.

"ALFRED! IS THAT WAY YOU WERE LATE! YOU SHAGGED SOME BIMBO HARPY!" Arthur accused angrily with a red face. Not as red as Alfred's of course.

"GET OFF! IT'S NOTING!" If Alfred was red before he was surely one of Romano's tomatoes. Taking a chance, he quickly looked over the small group of people he called his family (minus Italy but he's a friend so he's good). France had a perverted grin mixed with… giddiness? England was red with embarrassment and seems to be curiously (Oh Goody). And Canada—where did he go—oh there he is. He looked really puzzled but had a little blush too.

Turning his head only slightly, Alfred yet again made eye contact with the German. But what he saw made him want to fling the Brit's suitcase at the lighter blonde's head. The German was laughing, not smiling, not snickering, not even smirking, but full out rolling with laughter. He also felt his eye twitch violently for a second too.

Germany knew he wasn't the funniest Nation alive. Thanks to that idiotic poll and one of the American's cartoon shows, the world knows it too, but that doesn't stop said nation to have random bursts of comic genius. And now he was enjoying it. Even though he could see the clear worry on Japan's and Prussia's face, it only added to the moment.

Also seeing how embarrassed and angry America was when he looked at him, he might have had a heart attack.

"WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY!" Said American exploded, startling the nations surrounding him. Now openly glaring daggers full of hate and revenge.

Just thinking about what kind of "revenge" the shorter blonde would enact made a little shiver run up his spine.

Trying to stifle his laugh to random bits of chuckling, the German responded with," N-Nein. Nothing is f-funny."

"I'll give you something to laugh at you pervert!"

"The frog didn't do anything." Arthur spoke out loud rather puzzlingly.

"Angleterre, I think he's talking about Allemagne. " Francis pointed out helpfully, finally letting go of Alfred.

"Ja, ja. I look forward to it after the meeting Mr. Jones." The German said as straight-face as he could which was only a faint grin. Returning to his almost automatic response of random outbursts, which was straightening the papers in his hands and ignore the rest of whatever of the outburst was, though his smile still present.

"Wait. . . Germany gave you that hickey America?" Feliciano tilted his head as he asked.

Upon that revelation, the other nations started an uproar of bizarre roamers and accusations. Ignoring them all, America pointed two fingers at his eyes and pointed them at the German before sitting back down in his chair.

Glancing at his watch, again, Germany was slight surprised by the time. The meeting was supposed to start seven minutes ago! This is why having fun can wait until after work. Clearing his throat he sucked in the needed amount of air and shouted, "EVERYONE SHUT UP!"

"Germany!" came the immediate response like always.

"GO TO YOUR SEATS! THE MEETING IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!"

All the unruly nations scattered into their respectable seats and faced the front of the table, waiting for the first speaker.

Looking over the room, he nodded in approval. It usually took longer for them to sit down. Standing up, Ludwig announced, "Now, since we took an early lunch break, the rest of the meeting will have to be extended to accommodate for it." He received several groans, but promptly ignored them and continued, "America," He paused, making sure he had the shorter blonde's attention which he knew he had when he received a glare," will be going next since he was supposed to go this morning."

Clicking his tongue, Alfred stood up and fixed his collar in a last ditch attempt to hide the "love bite", how Francis enjoyed to call them, which failed exceptionally.

He would be damned if Germany got away this!

French - English

Bonjour -Hello

Angleterre - England

Allemagne - Germany

Mon petite Amérique - My Little America

German - English

Ja - Yes

Author Notes:

Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I loves you guys!

Did anyone catch that reference of South Park in there? If not, watch that episode! it's hilarious! XD

This will have one more chapter only because It was already kinda long. 6 pages!