'Mr Britain, it's a pleasure to see you.' A elder looking receptionist greeted me and Arthur as we walked up the stairs a little later than everyone else. 'The group are waiting impatiently.'

'Apologies.' Arthur beamed a dazzling smile. 'This one refused to walk up the stairs 'cause they're dirty.'

'I don't have any shoes on and these are my favourite white socks!' I protested. 'Besides, if you were stronger you could have run up those stairs with me on your back.'

Britain mock glared at me before nodding once more at the receptionist before he began walking towards the room.

'I'll wait here.' I smiled.

He shook his head. 'No! You'll wait with me, where I can see you.'

'I'm not a child.'

'No you're my guest and I shall protect you, France has many pee breaks and will attack you if you're alone.' He chuckled.

I sighed, easily defeated and began to walk after him when the receptionist called.

'Dear, would you like some shoes to borrow?'

I turned around in shock and surprisingly the receptionist held a pair of shoes in her hands.

'Mr America left them here when he received some new ones as I gift, he told me to throw them away but I think you need them more than the bin right now love.' She grinned. 'He's a size 9.'

'I'm a 5.' I blushed. 'And I thought I had big feet.'

I walked back towards her and happily took the blue trainers from her hands, dropping them to the floor and easily sliding my feet into the shoes with a lot of room.

'My fashion choice is interesting.' I giggled. 'I'm wearing entirely America's clothes, I shall go thank the guy who has supplied me clothes for the day.'

Arthur laughed and supplied his arm before the two of us strolled into the room without a care in the world, then all the worlds eyes fell on me.

Figuratively since these were all the countries of the world.

'Britain, you're late.' A young man laughed. 'Why is that now, love?'

'French wanker.' Arthur mumbled.

'And who is this divine specimen you bring with you?' The obviously French man stood to his feet and swayed towards us, almost like he was dancing till he reached in front of us, he held his hand out and I reluctantly took it, shaking it loosely.

'I will not bite, love.' The French man smirked. 'You can hold me harder than that.'

'I think not,' I gulped and pulled away. 'I don't want to be rude but I prefer not to touch anyone in any way.'

Of course, lying was a bad thing but if it got old French-y of my back I really couldn't give any more of a toss.

The French man in front of me had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, he wore a very outgoing blue shirt and red trousers, his eyes showed cockiness but I could tell if you looked deeper you might find a kind man.

'Can we start the meeting, da?' A familiar voice asked. 'I have other things later this evening.'

'Russia?' I whispered to which Arthur squeezed my arm slightly to confirm my suspicion.

'Go ahead.' I turned to Arthur and smiled. 'Have a good meeting, I'll be watching.'

Suddenly, France laughed. 'She is your girlfriend, no?'

Arthur snarled and shook his head. 'Piss off, Wanker.'

I sat down in the corner aware of many eyes on me, I slowly bent down and swept the dust of the old chair in the corner remembering a little too late about my revealing trousers and instantly jumped up straight and held my legs tightly together before turning and settling down into my seat.

'Right, now that the Jerky-Limeys here we shall begin.' Thick accent rolled of this new speakers tongue and for some reason it felt like harps playing softly in my ears. 'I would like to begin on the topic of global warm-'

'No.' Another voice growled. 'You start with that every time, we do not need a giant superhero guarding the planet and we do not need a stupid sidekick beside him.'

'I hadn't even said my idea yet!' My dream sound winced. 'I might have said something entirely different.'

'Unlikely.' Another voice snorted.

'Austria butt out.' I heard Arthur mumble.

'Haha you said Butt!' France laughed. 'Oh Britain you are so immature sometimes, I wonder how you've made it so far in this world.'

'Don't start, France, I can kick your arse anytime.' Arthur snapped back.

'I doubt that, do you know why?'

'Because you do not own yourself a brain?'

'Because you, sir, are the black sheep of Europe.'

'You bastard!' Arthur snarled and suddenly, without any warning he was over the table and smashing France over the head with his fists, but France was reacting just as bad as he rolled over fast pinning Arthur down on his back.

I stared to the other countries thinking they would be up and prying them apart but no, they just shook their heads and returned with their conversation.

'The British are so stupid, just looking at them makes me feel barfy.' A strange deep voice growled.

'Romano!' Italy's now familiar voice squealed. 'That's not-a very nice.'

Romano… Where is that? Hang on, isn't that the bottom of Italy?

Yes it is!

There's two Italy's!

Holy mother-

Suddenly, the entire room broke into argument and I felt a strange awkwardness raise in my throat, I didn't want to be here, I felt like I was intruding.

Silently I stood to my feet and laid the book down on the chair I sat before searching the table for a single person who wasn't yelling or fighting.

I found one, his hair was light brown and he had a single curl on the top of his head with his glasses high up his nose and a permanent smile on his face as he held a strange large, white, bear in his arms.

I walked slowly on the edge of the room, slowly so no one would catch me in the corner of their eyes as I finally got round the table then quickly jogged towards the young man I had seen earlier.

When I reached him I crouched at his side, his eyes instantly fell to me and he smiled.

'Hello.' I smiled politely.

'Hello.' He whispered, so quietly that I had to strain my ears to hear him.

'I'm Payton, it's lovely to meet you.'

'I'm Canada.' The young man whispered.

'Ahh!' I grinned. 'It's nice to meet you, I've heard a lot of nice things about you.'

This seemed to please the man as he smile grew wider and his grip on the bear in his arms slightly tighter.

'You're the only female here and I'm sorry I've never been told about you before.'

'Don't worry, I won't be here again, just a little misunderstanding is all, by the way, I was wondering do you know where the toilets are in this place?'

He nodded and slowly pointed to the door. 'Second right. Just don't scream if you see a man 'cause it's a mixed gender toilet.'

I giggled. 'Thank you.'

Then stood to my feet again, waved and began sprinting to the door, jumping over any fighting countries rolling around on the floor.

"How come every time you come aroun' my London, London bridge wanna' go down, like, London, London, London, wanna' go down like, London, London, London, be goin' down." I giggled as I sprinted out the room and down the long corridor, past the smiling the receptionist until I reached the second right like Canada told me to, or was it the left?

Damn, I've forgotten.

My brain says Left but my heart says Right.

Left. Absolutely left.

I made a quick turn to the left and burst into the room without a second thought, and like an idiot, I knew I should've taken right as I walked into a changing room, and forget to raise my eyes so walked across the room and smashed into another body.

I fell backwards and landed rather uncomfortably on my backside.

I hissed in pain and my eyes snapped up in anger, then I froze as realisation hit my mind.

I'm in a changing room, and I bashed into someone, someone who was obviously using the room for its purpose.

I stood to my feet and turned away from the shocked looking half naked, top half thankfully.

'I'm so sorry!' I clutched my eyes closed and threw my arms around like a mad woman, I was in hysterics, I can't believe I'd done this.

'It's- ok.' An angelic voice replied, the voice from the room, it was… him.

'I really am, I was looking for the loo and obviously took a wrong turn.'

'Loo?' The voice replied, slowly I turned around, keeping my eyes high to avoid looking down at the strangers chest but when I caught sight of the man's face I automatically wanted to fall down again.

This stranger's face was just as beautiful as his voice, his eyes were bright blue and his hair light brown with a single curl twisting up and above his head, small glasses hung on the end of his nose and his cheeks were red just like mine.

Thankfully, I managed to stop myself looking down again at the last second and instead looked to the side.

'You're wearing my clothes.' The man whispered. 'I just noticed, even my shoes.'

I gasped and looked back to him as I jumped away, hands on my deep red cheeks. 'I'm so sorry! I spilt my tea down myself like a fool so Britain offered your old clothes and thankfully some of them fit me, but there were only boxers in there so that's why I'm wearing them!'

'I like how your fashion sense matches mine.' He chuckled. 'I nearly always used to walk around wearing something exactly like that.'

I looked up at him, right in the eye and couldn't help but grin. 'Well… You have good taste as well, even though this outfit is slightly feminine.'

He gasped. 'Females wear boxers now?!'

I smiled and turned away for a second. 'Put a shirt on, I won't look.'

The guy chuckled again. 'It's only my shirt, it's hardly the bottom half, and you can stare if you want to.'

'Narcissist much?' I muttered but I was blushing and smiling like an idiot.

After a few moments of scurrying and clothes bending the man coughed and I slowly turned around, his body was now covered by a white shirt and a light brown jacket covered it as he slowly tied a matching light brown tie tightly around his neck, once he was satisfied he tucked it inside the jacket then grabbed a coat from a hook beside him, it was a leather dark brown jacket with a fur collar and a star stitched onto the left side. As well as his light brown trousers and dark brown boots he looked extremely handsome and smart… Even a bit… hot. (A bit? who am I kidding?!)

'Brilliant.' I grinned. 'Now… If you could just point me to the toilet…'

'Right outside, the door opposite, you won't miss it.' He grinned.

I nodded my thanks then turned to leave, then frowned before turning back again. 'Shouldn't you be at the meeting?'

'I spilt some ketchup down my t-shirt from my hamburger, they all won't notice me missing for a few minutes, they're all having fun fighting anyway,' He began to laugh loudly and I couldn't help but join in with him.

'Right then, well I'll see you in there…' I grinned.

'Hang on! Wait! I didn't catch your name…'

'No you didn't.' I blushed harder.

He chuckled. 'May I catch it?'

'Payton. Payton Chatsworth. It's nice to meet you-' I paused hoping for him to answer his name for me.

'America.' He grinned. 'But friends –Which I hope you will become- call me Alfred. But if you call me Alfie or Fifi our friendship will be gone in moments.'

'Alright then, for now I'll call you America.' I blushed. 'See you around then.'

'Yes you will, Miss Chatsworth. You can count on that.'

I nodded again and turned once again to leave, I took slow steady steps towards the door, silently hoping America would stop me. Though, I secretly knew I shouldn't be thinking like that, but I want to!

'Urmm… Payton,' He gulped and I happily turned around, a little too fast losing my balance and slipping slightly, I caught myself instantly and blushed even harder (if that were possible) as I stood to my feet.

America stared at me funny but smiled as I held my hands out for balance and made a strange wooping noise as I regained balance.

'Sorry.' I gulped and stared at my feet.

He grinned. 'That's alright, I would've landed on my face, but I have one last question before you leave…'

'Go ahead.' I giggled.

'Are you… seeing Britain… romantically?'

I gasped. 'No! God no! I only just met him! No I'm single. Dreadfully, single.'

I was so desperate for an overhead voice to start singing ''Hint, Hint, Nudge, Nudge.'' Like I knew my friend Rachel would if she were here, but I think it would be awkward if she were.

'Good.' He grinned then gasped. 'No! Not good! But… Good.'

I laughed and turned away. 'Can I go pee now?'

He nodded. 'Sorry.'

I turned away from him and this time walked quickly out as I was beginning to feel the weight of my full bladder on my body and ran into the toilet opposite, my mind completely stuck on America, everything about him screamed at my female sex hormones and I quickly found myself relieving the pleasure of touching him (even if it was painful as I bashed rather hard into him)

I quickly did my business and found myself running back to the conference room where I knew America was.

Man, this is bad, I'm obsessed already.