Warning/Rated M for: Eating Disorders, depression, and language
Pairings: None
Beta: Rainpath- 1252
Disclaimer: Hetalia-Axis Powers
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Warning #3
France
Meeting never went well with countries for four main reasons: 1) Whenever more than two countries got together, chaos was inevitable. There was no reason for this chaos, it just happened like it was written in fate's rule book that something had to go wrong. 2) Meetings were depressing. Personifications already had to deal with the deaths of their citizens and world problems 24/7, discussing them for eight hours was too much stress. 3) Meetings were boring. On good days, nations would actually get to the portion of the meeting where they would make presentations about the current topic. Unfortunately, their presentations usually consisted of long, monotone speeches and bland graphs and notes projected on to the wall. 4) ADHD! The majority of nations had it and those who didn't were too quiet or disinterested to cease the chaos (besides Ludwig of course).
This particular G8 meeting didn't even have time to attempt and disprove any of these excuses. As soon as the last nation entered, pandemonium and unproductivity erupted.
The double doors burst open and slammed into the wall as Alfred rammed through them with a hawk like screech. "Boom baby! Let's get this party started!"
"Alfred, you're late." Ludwig snarled with a roll of his eyes. His face of annoyance matched the other nations that sat around the long rectangular table; save Italy, who was beaming and happily doodling on the papers in front of him, and Japan, who remained as stoic as ever.
"Sorry, dude, I slept in and got caught up with some other stuff." Alfred explained coolly with a shrug, strolling over to his rolling chair next to Arthur as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"Whatever it was, it must've been really important because you look like crap," Feli observed, intending no harm but actually causing Alfred to flinch. "Almost like a skeleton!"
"Yeah, well I didn't get much sleep last night, hence me sleeping in and missing breakfast," he replied irritably as he sat down.
"Ve~! No wonder you eat so much then! If missing breakfast makes you look like that then you'd be a skinny skinny skeleton if you didn't eat anything all day!"
"You could've at least called one of us," Arthur growled as he slapped Alfred upside the head, causing the latter to wince and flash a sharp glare. "Honestly, I don't think I can take much more of this rubbish American lifestyle or the bloody frog; I'm still recovering from that World Meeting from two weeks ago," the Brit finished with a mumble, crossing his arms grumpily.
"You wound me, Angleterre!" Francis cried, placing a hand over his heart with a dramatic toss of his head, feigning being shot.
"You can-"
"HEY!" Ludwig billowed before a brawl could break out between the two. "Everybody needs to be quiet if we are too start this G8 meeting!" Arthur shot Frenchman a milk curdling glare and Francis blew a kiss at the Englishman before the two turned their backs towards each other. "Good, now our first agenda of the day is-"
A tentative, monotone voice cut Ludwig off. "Um, Ludwig-san?"
"Yes, Kiku?" the German sighed, hoping that the personification of Japan would say something sensible.
"If this is a G8 meeting then why are there only seven of us?"
"Really?" Ludwig raised an eyebrow at Kiku, confusion lacing his voice. Only given a short, silent nod in return, he turned around to count off heads, pointing at each nation as he went along. "Ein, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, seiben... Ja, you're right. Everybody call out their name!"
"Feliciano Vargos, ve~!"
"Kiku Honda."
"Francis Bonnefoy~!"
"GAH! Get your hands off me, you bloody frog!"
"Ohonon, Arthur Kirkland is here as well~!"
"Alfred F. Jones is here and that's all that matters!"
"Ivan Braginsky."
"Hmph, that only makes seven." Ludwig pondered, frowning and rubbing his chin in thought.
"Perhaps, we are missing Yao, da?" Ivan chimed with a childish smile.
"No way, commie, you only want it to be!" Alfred retorted, jabbing an accusing finger at the Russian sitting across from him.
"What would a fat capitalist pig like you know? Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol..."
Italy shot up from his chair, waving his arms above his head frantically. "Silenzio! I think I heard something!"
"Oh my god! Fortress! Now!" Alfred yelped, scrambling from his chair and leaping across the table, knocking over several ceramic coffee mugs and scattering papers in the process. Tumbling off the table to the floor, he crouched down on the balls of his feet, pulling Kiku's chair from it's spot next to the table and across the room. Back against the wall, Alfred positioned the chair in front of him so he could use it and it's occupant as a shield. "I swear to god, Kiku, if this is another one of you're creepy ghosts I'm going to-"
"Be quiet!" Ludwig hissed, effectively silencing everyone.
All personifications froze and held their breaths, cocking their heads and straining their ears to try and pick up the slightest noise. After a minute they finally heard a faint, almost in audible whisper. "...Excuse me, but I've been here the entire time."
Tracking the voice back to the source, they all turned their heads to the empty chair at the farthest end of the table. Squinting intently, another nation slowly began to take shape in the rays of light drifting in from the window behind the figure.
Alfred wrinkled his eyebrows together and the corners of his lips turned down in uncertainly and confusion. "Is that... me?"
"No, you stupid American!" Francis scolded Alfred as he lunged for the newly found nation and engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug. "This is my petite Matheiu~!"
"Matthew? Oh, yeah! My big bro from my hat, or Canadia, or whatever!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly like a puppy being offered a bone, suddenly shooting up from his 'fortress'.
"No no no no no-" Kiku pleaded the American, hysterically gripping the rolling chair's arm rests tightly and frantically shook his head. Unfortunately, his begging was ignored and he could only let out a shriek as he was shoved away. Being launched across the room at a terrifying speed, he struck the wall at full force, and ricocheted off.
"Uuuugh, I'm going back into isolation," he groaned, clutching the top of his head that had crashed through the dry wall as he crawled under his fallen chair so that only the lower half of his body was sticking out.
"Nooo! Kiku!" Feli wailed with tears in his eyes as he dashed over to his friend, dragging Ludwig along behind him. "Ludwig, you have to make him feel, better okay?"
"Francis, you're breaking my ribs," Matthew whimpered, slapping his ex-caretaker's shoulder hopelessly as colorful dots danced across his eyes. Alas, Alfred's booming laughter demolished the Canadian's chance at being heard.
"Wow, Francis," Arthur remarked in surprise as he went over to get a closer look at the new-found personification. "How on earth could someone like you remember him?"
"I take that as a compliment," Francis replied, releasing Matthew to face Arthur with a theatrical twirl. "It's simple really, we have the same sexy hair, but his is not nearly as cool as mine! See?" He wrapped an arm around Matthew pulling the shy nation up to his height, half dragging him out of his chair, to wave a hand back and forth between the two's hair. "See? Isn't it obvious?"
Matthew squirmed under the Frenchman's strong grip. "Thanks for noticing me and all, but please let me go..."
"There are also big differences between him and Alfred!"
"Woah!" Alfred cried as Francis yanked him next to Matthew by the collar of his bomber jacket. "Back off, Frenchie! Go release your sexual tensions somewhere else!"
"Ohonon, in you're dreams, fly boy! Now shut it, I'm teaching Arthur about fashion," Francis snapped before turning his attention back to Arthur, who was immensely regretting his decision to come over. "As you can see, Matheiu's hair is long and sexy and amazing like mine while Alfred's is short and punkish and stupid like yours."
Arthur turned red at the taunt. "Listen here, pepe le pew-"
"Oh! Alfred, why didn't I notice earlier?! What on is wrong with you're hair?!" The French nation continued rambling, oblivious to his frenemy's shouts. "You have patches all over-"
"Hey!" Alfred rebeled as he attempted to wiggle out of Francis's headlock. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"There's one here, and here, and- oh my, you couldn't possibly be getting old, could you?"
"Yo, enough with the teasing. Nebraska and Oklahoma are just having a drought, that's all! So shut up and leave me-"
"Goodness, your skin's so dry too," Francis observed as he began to use his free hand to poke at Alfred's forehead, frowning at the flakes of skin sticking to his finger. "All those trashy sodas are probably dehydrating you, non?"
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
BOOM!
CRACK!
A sudden flash of lightning blinded everybody in the room for an instant as the towering windows allowed the blinding white light to enter. The deafening clap of thunder and crack of electricity as it went out that immediately followed the lightning drowned out the yelps of surprise that escaped everyone and scared them stiff. The pitch black shadows of raindrops and the dull lights of cars on the bustling street mixed together to make the room look like an ancient reel of black and white film was being projected into the room.
"Excuse me," Alfred whispered hastily, easily brushing off Francis's suddenly loose grip.
Francis couldn't help but wish there was enough light for him to see Alfred's expression as he numbly watched the American let one of the double doors shut behind him. "It wasn't supposed to rain today," he muttered guiltily.
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