CHAPTER TWO

The rest of the G-20 meeting was spent with Alfred folding a super sharp, rigged-with-a-paperclip-and-a-thumbtack paper airplane in secret. No one seemed to notice him anyway – as long as he stayed quiet. Though Barack did send him an odd look when he sat down with his brother's flag on. He just smiled at his President and plucked the rubber band from his pocket.

After Denmark finished his podium time, he looked around the meeting table, skipping over Alfred three or four times. He was expecting it, bit it felt weird to stare at someone who couldn't seem to see you. His eyes settled a few seats over, on Matthew. He paused, moving his eyes to Stephen Harper. No, that wasn't right. Alfred snickered to himself as the Dane looked around for his President. After finding dear Obama, he opened his mouth to stutter,

"Ah, iz America's turn..." His eyes moved about the room again and Alfred stopped smiling. This was a little ridiculous. He rose to his feet, straightened his papers and took the stand.

"Thanks dude." He smiled at the tall Dane as they switched places, ignoring the confusion from the other nations and starting his issue," Now, gotta be srsface about this. Libya. I think-"

'Bullocks!' Arthur sat wide-eyed and gaping at the blonde at the podium. He sounded like America, he looked like America – which didn't mean much in this situation – and he was talking in America's place, but there he stood, wearing the hoodie he specifically gave Canada.

"Quoi?" Arthur could hear the breathless whisper from the mouth of the Frenchie beside him. He turned his eyes to catch Francis's. Neither seemed to completely comprehend what was happening, but they had a feeling they were being set up. Neither knew what to attempt to convey when Denmark looked to them, curious. Instead Francis just shook his head toward his drinking buddy and crossed his legs in thought.

Arthur however, as much as he'd love to slump in his chair and analyze this, prepared to take his turn as the center of attention. He watched as America – it had to be America – took the long way round, nonchalantly bumping fists with his look alike.

"Yo Artie, you're up." That was America talking, no one else could pull off that nasal accent with so much skin-crawling finesse.

"I know that, Git." He glared down at his papers, not really sure which of the North Americans to direct it to.

Alfred snickered as he took his seat again and pulled the airplane he'd been working on out of his brother's pocket. It looked great. Several people looked around, settling their eyes on Matt, and Alfred found himself staring too, but for a completely different reason.

Mattie looked really good in his flag. He let his mind wander around to wherever it wanted now that no one was paying attention to him. He could feel that evil little plot bunny crawling its way through his stomach as he watched Matt's face take on a red tint at all his new attention. It was adorable. Alfred imagined himself being the cause of that blush, hovering over the other blonde, kissing him, twirling his fingers around that curl...

"-merica?"

"Huh?" The American jerked himself up, spinning in his chair to face Denmark. He'd only half heard the dude, what had he missed? "He-heyy Denmark! Dude, how ya been?" He clapped his hand on the Dane's shoulder and grinned like an idiot.

"Oh. It iz you!" He was engulfed and given a friendly noogie, "you should 'ave told us all about you and Canada!"

"Wha? Whatcha mean man?" Alfred watched carefully as Denmark walked away, shrugging as he went and calling over his shoulder,

"Ya know vat I mean."

Alfred stood there, his hands stuffed in the hoodie pocket. He couldn't see himself, but he could feel the "STUMPED" printed out on his forehead. With a chuckle, he composed himself again and turned to President Obama with a stupid grin.

"Yo! Barack, you still have that disposable camera from Argentina? I wanna get those prints!"

A/N:

Stephen Harper is the Canadian Prime Minister.

Barack Obama is the President of the United States of America.

Obama recently went on a vacation to South America.

[American Fans] Argentina is the big, long country in South America.

The one to the East.

Yanno, your right.