:: çαи.т sεε α тнιиg ::
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Please don't leave me...
You couldn't even tell the mirror was cracked unless someone told you it was.
You're looking too hard...
[World Conference ; 9:00 am ; February 22 ]
America sat at the head, doing paperwork while he waited for everyone else to arrive. They were the late ones now.
"America? How've you been so early-"
He cut Britain off without a thought.
"China didn't want me to be late anymore. So I'm not late. You guys are the ones who are late now. It's already nine. I should be asking, where are you?" His eyes looked innocently blank, like a young child.
"...oh." The Brit went to take his seat quietly.
Neither spoke to each other for the rest of the Conference.
"So... America..."
"Hm?" Alfred blinked and turned toward Romania.
"Oh! Vlad, hey! 'Sup?"
"What did you president say about the alliance?" The blonde asked, nervousness showing on his face.
"Well, I'm surprised, actually! I mean, what with all the border lockdowns, pulling the troops out, and all that jazz, I woulda thought he'd say no! But, surprisingly, he said yes! Can you believe that? I couldn't when I first heard him say it."
Al said in one breath.
"So... contradictory, doesn't it sound like that?"
"Haha... yeah... But, tha-that's good, right? I mean, you said it ye-yesterday: the more alliances the better! Hah... a-am I right?"
"Totally, dude! See ya 'round!"
He got up, Nantucket bouncing happily, and strode out the door.
"So," an arm wrapped around Romania's shoulders.
"No longer a failure?"
"He said yes, and nope! Not a fail!"
He said with a smile.
Bulgaria smacked the back of his friend's head playfully.
"Ow! Dammit, what was that for?" Vlad rubbed his head.
"For calling yourself a failure the other day."
"Hmph."
"Mattieu? Mon ami, where were you for these last few meetings?"
"Uh, what?" The Canadian rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Oh, that? Ah... I've been.. sleeping... um..."
"Dormir Canada, vous devez aller à ces conférences! Ils ne sont pas tenues pour rien que vous savez!"
France yelled through the phone.
"Aah... I've been having these nightmares... I'll go to the meeting tomorrow..." He waved his hand dismissively, fully aware that the other couldn't see him.
"I'm counting on you Mattieu. I'll be on the lookout for you tomorrow."
"Yeah, 'kay... Bye..."
"Au revoir, mon ami."
He put the phone down.
"...who are you?"
"I'm Canada, Kumajirou. Your owner."
"Okay, person."
A sigh escaped the fragile man's lips as he stared up at the ceiling with sorrow.
'Tis a small chapter. Er, well, smaller than the last one, apparently. And all the others, which were about 600 words. Oh well. Might post another chapter today, still not sure. Well, hope you enjoy it so far! R&R!
