"This meeting is awfully boring," remarked Hungary into the radio, shifting her legs uncomfortably against the far-too-close-for-comfort wall.
"Patience, Hungary-chan," said Japan, one eye glued to his video camera (on, and just waiting to be set to 'record'). They were sitting in the air ducts, each keeping an eye on separate ends of the hallway, linked only by their headsets and an insatiable taste for manly …matters. "Good things will happen if we wait."
"Roger that." There was a sulky sigh, causing static in the airwaves.
"We have the broom closet between us," said Japan. "Something will happen, sooner or later." There was a sound of distant footfalls, rapidly approaching. "Somebody's here – it's – it's –"
"Who? Who?"
"It's only Switzerland-san and Austria-san."
"Only? Are they holding hands?"
"No. I don't think they're going to the closet. They're arguing about something." Exactly what was so contentious was hard to tell – they were doing a very good job of keeping their displeasure mute - but it was obvious that both were fuming.
"Hatesex?"
"I don't think so." The footsteps went past Hungary and retreated around the corner. "The next ones, yes, it has to be."
There was a longer silence, and then, again, the sounds of approaching feet.
"Somebody's coming my way, Japan."
"From my end, too. It's England-san."
"Oh my God, oh my God! America's coming this way!"
"Are you serious?"
"Are you recording? Please tell me you're recording – Oh my God, they're totally – YES, THEY WENT INTO THE CLOSET— you got that, right?"
"Hai. My periscope-cam got it."
They waited together in breathless silence.
"Japan?"
"Yes, Hungary-chan?"
"Can we get closer?"
Pause.
"Yes. I think we can risk it."
...I don't know, either. xD'
Don't own APH, characters, etc.