Pacing angrily England once again glared at the closed door.
"Someone please explain to my why we're waiting outside again? And where's America anyway?"
All of the nations were gathered outside of a conference room where they assumed their meeting would be held. Unfortunately the waiting area wasn't particularly big and with all of the nations there things were a bit cramped. Many were left without seats, England being one of them.
"For the last time England- Look at the sign! It says MEETING IN PROGRESS."
China spoke the truth, above the door a sign was lit up saying just that in bright green letters.
"We're supposed to be having a bloody world conference! I'm pretty sure that's more important than whatever meeting is 'in progress' in there!"
"Now really, England. It's not that hard to wait…."
"Easy for you to say, you have a seat and haven't been standing for the past hour."
In truth England was edgy. He simply wanted to get this blasted meeting over with and go home. The nation's meetings were usually held in New York, on international ground. Here in Washington DC he was officially in America's territory. And it was right in the middle of a certain area of the US that he definitely wasn't comfortable in…
Lucky for England he didn't appear to be the only person who was tired of waiting.
"I agree with England," Switzerland announced, "I'm tired of this. We should go into the conference room and kick whoever's in there out."
The Swiss had also been one left without a seat (he had given his to Lichtenstein of course) and others like him were beginning to nod their agreement.
"Ha!" England thrust a finger up in the air triumphantly, "I'm not the only one. Let's just go in their and get this thing over with!"
The other nations all exchanged glances and slowly began to stand up and make their way toward the door.
"I do want to get this over with…"
"For all we know the sign might have been accidentally left on."
"Our meeting's much more important."
"America's probably just late as usual."
"I'm sure they'll understand."
"Right," England said, briskly and opened the door, "Let's go then."
After stepping through the door the nations discovered it was actually a long hallway with doors leading off.
"Look," someone pointed at the very last room with double doors, "It says that's the conference room."
Suddenly a loud thump was heard and muffled voice became audible. Both appeared to be coming from the room at the end of the hall.
England shivered, and stopped abruptly. His senses were telling him something wasn't right.
What must have been a particularly loud yell (but came out muffled from the walls) had the other nations stop in their tracks as well to listen to the broken sentence.
"Goddamn…don't you….not finished here."
This was followed by another muffled (presumable) yell, "I'm sick…this…yelling at me. It's my… Screw…you're not…charge of me."
The nations all looked confused, unsure of whether to proceed or go back. After all that didn't sound like something they should necessarily interrupt.
Switzerland decided for them as he angrily marched forward.
"I'm not waiting anymore. Whoever this is they're running on our meeting time and they'll have to end it."
Shrugging everyone followed him…except for England. The previously angered nation hung back looking unsure until he ducked behind and closely followed the closest nation- who happened to be France.
Yeah, France was a surprised as you are.
"Angleterre?"
"Shhhh," England hissed frantically, "Don't say my name!"
"Pourquoi?"
"Just- just don't," there was a strange feeling of dread in England's stomach. A type he only felt…but it couldn't be! Could it?
France frowned, "What has gotten into you?"
"Arthur are you okay," Belgium appeared at France and Arthur's side, "You don't look so good. Why don't you want Francis to say your-"
"Because…"
The doors were nearing, getting bigger and bigger. And the feeling wasn't going away, if anything it was intensifying.
"Arthur," he heard Belgium say his name, concerned.
"J-just in case…"
Switzerland grabbed onto the two door handles-
"…it happens to be…"
-and threw them open.
"….them."
England let out what he could only hope was a manly squeak as he dived behind France.
All the nations stood at door, sizing up the room and it's occupants.
"Arthur, are those-" Belgium breathed as she looked in at the fifty teenagers who were gathered around the long table.
"Yes," England said miserably, "the United States."
A/N: Poor Iggy! I know I promised the States would be in this chapter, and hey they kinda were, but I dragged it out a little differently. Don't worry, next chapter we're gonna get some interaction :)
I cannot thank my reviewers enough- Connecticut D, Amelia, GlorythatisMine, ficfan3484, Minnesota, Kiki4ever, Vanilla Slash, Emo-Nerdy-Insane-Writer, Yumi loves the darkness, TheWonderBunny, , Ohio, ninjafox369, elektraeriseros, and Perfect1Up.
Seriously you guys were so amazingly helpful and it's given me a bunch of new ideas for the next chapter! I love you all!
Next chapter won't be up for a couple days seeing as I'm going camping but I'll be hard at work on it as soon as I get home.
And it's not too late to get your state's stereotypes/facts in! I'd appreciate it so much!
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Nicole
