Here's some of the shippyness I warned ya about! :)1:00 AM.
Allen was writing feverishly, tying not lose his train of thought. And not panicking. I dare you to find the lie. Ding, ding, ding! Iiiiiitt'ssssssss NOT PANICKING! Come up here and get you're prize! You've won bragging rights! Anyway, once he finally finished, he shoved the (admitably messy) letter into an envelope, and scribbled a name on the back and sealed it. Then walked to his bed and practically passed out.
Half an hour before he had to wake up.
When he did, he was understandably tiered and irritable, and drank whole lotta of coffee. He grabbed the envelope, and ran out of his apartment to get to the meeting.
_TIME SKIP WOOT WOOT_
He sat down, honestly trying to not fall back asleep. He had to wait 'til the end of the meeting anyway. He rested his head in his arms, closing his eyes and dozing off.
_P.O.V. Change can I get a hell yeah?_
He glanced over at the other nation besides him, fast asleep, a small smile on his face. A bit of a change from his usual cocky smirk. He swore he could have seen something clutched in his hand. He smiled softly at his sleeping form before going back to his notes.
_Another time skip because I'm in class and it's almost over_
Allen woke up to everyone leaving, and remembered what he had to do. He scanned the crowed for the person he was just sitting next to him, and immediately took off after him. He dashed down the hall and grabbed the Brits shoulder. "Hey Artie!" He said, still gripping the letter. The other turned around, sighing. "Yes, Allen?" He handed over the letter, smiling slightly. "Someone asked me to give this to you. Arthur scrutinized the envelope. "You relize I know you're handwriting, right?"
Who knew Allen could run so fast.