A/N: I got a great review from Hari Sama! Thank you for the critique, it's helped a lot.

Alfred walked into the tall, dark, office- looking building, carrying 'Iggy', who was remembering the last world meeting here and muttering things like

"I wonder if the table's fixed yet." America thought back to Francis's last time hosting the world meeting...and tried to forget again as soon as possible. They had all almost gotten raped, and America had to finally throw a table at the perverted nation before poor Lithuania was scarred even more than normal. His eye twitched at the possibility of it happening again. The stairs were black and sleek, and he carried England up them with almost no effort at all. The blonde was light!

"Yo, Iggy, how much do you weigh, man? Like, 10 pounds?"

"Don't call me Iggy you bloody git! Where did you come up with that ridiculous nickname anyways?"

"Well Japan always calls you Igirisu, and that's too long to be a proper nickname, so I made it cool!" The Briton sighed.

"I guess it's his fault then..." After a long, awkward silence, Arthur asked the million-dollar question.

"um...what... what are we supposed to do once we get up there? I mean..." His sentence trailed off uncertainly, both of them feeling awkward and embarrassed at... well, they were supposed to act like a /couple/. In front of /everyone/.

"...uh... I don't... really know. I'll figure something out."

"you don't KNOW? You said to follow your lead!"

"dude, calm down! I can feel your heart beating like crazy!" England blushed. /America...could feel his heart./ For some reason, this made him blush and squirm in the American's arms.

"Dude, calm it!...we're here." England froze and started shaking a little.

"no... I can't do this. I can't! And in this place...!" Alfred tightened his grip on the tiny Brit.

"Shh...shh Iggy... It's ok we'll be fine this will all be ok, shhhhh..." he whispered soothingly into the Englishman's ear until he calmed down a bit. He was still almost panting with nervousness and stress.

"...ok... lets go." he whispered, almost inaudible. Alfred smiled and opened the door loudly, walking in like the place was his, and overall acting normally.

"Sup dudes?" he almost shouted. All the countries at the meeting turned and stared.

"L-let go you git this is embarrassing!" The smaller nation whined softly. America just put a finger on the Englishman's lips, making the Brit's eyes go wide and dart away from the American's face. Alfred just grinned at everyone's shocked faces. This was going to be fun.

"Oh hey, the table's fixed!" Everyone just gaped, mouths open in total shock.

Except for Hungary and Japan, who were dressed up like ninjas and taking pictures. He almost laughed out loud but instead just went over and sat in his assigned seat, propping England up on his lap.

"Dude, just follow my lead. Don't kill this, it'll be fun!" he whispered to Arthur, who was blushing furiously, heart racing. They... they were so /close/...he felt every move the American made as Alfred leaned back, grabbing England and pulling him to his chest. Poor 'Iggy's' heart stopped for a few beats, then came back and working overtime.

"Guys? Dudes, what's up? You look like fish!" a dead silence, broken by Hungary, who was shoving a microphone in his face and holding a bloody tissue to her nose.

"When did you realize you loved England?" she squealed. Japan had a video-camera. Oh god this wasn't going to be fun at all.

"um..." He felt the Brit's body heat up about 10 degrees as he searched for an answer.

"The Revolution." he said eventually. /ouch/ The Englishman made an unrecognizable noise and America realized that the Briton had his face buried in his shirt.

"R-really...?" he whimpered softly, heart racing. For some reason he hoped to God the American wasn't acting...

/whoa, Iggy's good!/ Alfred thought to himself, stroking Arthur's hair softly.

Everyone was still staring.

He sighed and refocused his attention on Iggy, cooing to him quietly, unknowingly making the Brit's heart leap multiple times in his chest.

"ohmigoddd!' Hungary exclaimed. "And England, when did you realize?"

"...when I came back home to an empty house." his words were muffled, but they made the American's chest hurt.

"oh, Arthur~" he kissed the top of the Brit's head. The poor blonde started hyperventilating.

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Spain was cradling Romano, stroking the tiny Italian's hair softly, sitting on the couch. Romano's mental and emotional health was more important than a world meeting any day, so there they were, sitting on the couch together. They were both crying, Romano in guilt and fear, Spain in grief and pain for his little tomato.

"S-Spain?" It was the first time Romano had ever called him by his name.

"What is it, Lovi? What is it is something wrong what is it?"

"I...I'm sorry... if I could just finish what I'd started this never would've happened." The Spaniard's heart fell to his stomach, and he froze.

"Romano... oh Romano! No that's not it at all! I love you mi tomate! Please..." he begged.

"Why? Why me? I'm worthless, and you're..." Romano didn't understand it. All these years of pushing the sexy, perfect Spaniard away because of the feelings that had started to build in the Italian's chest... Why had Antonio not walked away? He hated himself, his younger brother was everyone's favourite, so why him?

"No, no Lovi you're not worthless, please look at me!" Romano managed to twist around in the Spanish man's embrace, sure Antonio was lying. How could he love someone so horrible and twisted and unneeded? It was a lie, he was positive. However, the Spanish bastard was crying uncontrollably, sobbing as Romano was.

"You're beautiful and cute and funny and gorgeous and perfect. I love you Romano, no matter what you think of me or yourself. I always have and always will. Please, don't do anything like that to yourself again I'd die if you left me!" His words made Romano cry harder.

"I don't... deserve you."

"Then no one does. Please Roma!"

"o-ok..." he whispered softly, and Antonio hugged him tighter. The feelings he had tried so hard to conceal bubbled to the surface, and he returned the Spanish man's embrace.

"I love you too..." they both cried themselves to sleep, the world meeting totally forgotten.

Yay! More reviewsss!~ lol Iggy and Alfie had no clue what they were getting themselves into! This chapter's kinda sad, isn't it...but it's short! AGAIN! I'm so sorry! Red eyes black phoenix, you're right... POOR SPAIN! D: Please review! ~fusososososososo~