A/N: thanks to Sammi again for beta reading this! Well, this agian was kiling me and I had to fix some things in it.
Alfred casually strode into the conference room where the world meetings were held. He held a stack of unorganized papers in one hand and a half empty Coca-Cola bottle in the other. He set his stuff down at his seat, glancing around. He was late and it showed on everyone else's faces.
"Haha… Sorry I'm late guys!" The American apologized. There was a loud, angry huff from the other side of the room.
"This isn't the first time, you git." Said the angry Brit. His large eyebrows were furrowed with annoyance.
"onhonhon," A blonde Frenchman stood up and put a hand on the Brit's shoulder. "Lighten up mon cherri."
The Brit's cheeks turned a pale red as he pushed the other's man hand off of him. "I'll do no such thing, Francis! Being late at every meeting should not be so easily forgiven!" His emerald gaze went to Alfred and bore angry holes in the American.
"Whoa Arthur, I said I was sorry!" Alfred put his hands up in front of him and sat down slowly.
"We get on with the meeting, da?" Came a friendly sounding Russian voice. "Don't let stupid American throw us off topic so easily."
"Hey! No one's throwin' insults at you, Ivan!" Alfred stood up suddenly. If he was a super hero right now, he would use his laser eyes and burn holes in Ivan's chest. Ivan flashed a grin at him as they both sat down, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The man standing at the head of the table cleared his throat. "Ah. Yes. May we get on with the meeting now?" His ice blue eyes scanned every face. Alfred sank lower in his chair, a scowl across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted as he glared at Ivan.
Alfred watched the seconds tick away on his watch. Only two hours left… He thought. He hoped it wasn't going to feel like forever. He tapped his foot impatiently with his head thrown back as the countries spoke about the issue, whatever it was.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder. "Alfred, do you have something to say, aru?" Yao, a small Chinese man, looked at Alfred sternly. Alfred sat up as if he had something great to say.
"About what?" He asked the older nation. The others looked at him in annoyance.
"The endangered animals, Alfred! Pay attention!" Arthur shouted across the table.
"Oh! That! We should fly a giant kite with a net attached to it and scoop up all the animals," He swung his arms in a swoop as he spoke, nearly knocking into Yao. "And place them in a bomb-proof shelter where Ivan, or his little commie friends can't get them!" Alfred smiled. He was proud of his answer.
"I'm going to have to disagree with you, America." Ivan smiled his usual, creepy smile. "We should keep them from you. You would probably turn them into the next popular treat."
Alfred looked at the Russian, shocked. He slowly frowned and took a sip from his coke as he sat down.
"I give up. I refuse to argue with this… mental patient anymore." Alfred shook his head as he spoke. He hated that he had to give up, but he had to because he was the hero.
Alfred felt that the meeting dragged forever. He couldn't wait to leave this hell hole and be free to play games at his home. He smiled at the thought of it.
At the end of the meeting, Alfred was stopped by a cold touch on his way down the hall. Alfred pulled away at his light touch and blushed slightly. He whipped around to find Ivan smiling down on him.
"There were nice discussions today at the meeting, da?" Ivan asked. His light purple eyes searched Alfred's sky blue eyes.
"Yeah… I guess. To be honest, I just wanted the stupid thing to be over." Alfred was careful enough to not say what was really on his mind, no matter how much it wanted to slip out. He nit his tounge.
"I like seeing all my friends, you know, but it'll be sad when they beg for mercy." The taller man smiled a truly evil smile. Alfred gulped.
"Cool, dude. T-t-tell me how it goes!" Alfred managed to walk away quickly. He tossed his 2nd coke in the trash as he got closer to the stairs.
"Alfred… Alfred! …. ALFRED F. JONES!" Alfred turned around, looking for the owner of the voice that was calling his name. It was Arthur. He was racing down the hallway after him. Great timing, Artie. Alfred thought.
"Yeah?"
"What's the matter with you? You acted like a royal arse back there in the meeting. What's wrong?" Arthur's tone was worried, along with his expression.
"I'm fine, Arthur. I'm just tired." Alfred spoke softly. He didn't want to worry the other nation. He was glad that at least one person cared about him. He tried to smile convincingly.
"Bluffer. You sleep ten hours a night. You can't possibly be tired." Arthur glared at Alfred. Alfred sighed.
"I'm going home." Alfred turned and left. He hoped that once he left the building, things would start to be alright again.
Walking down the streets, Alfred hummed a soft tune. It was refreshing to actually be out of the building. So many people fighting in one room just ticked him off. His pace quickened as he saw his familiar fencing. Soon. Soon I can sit on by ass and do absolutely nothing! Alfred ran up his porch steps and opened his front door, only to see nothing but black and searing pain in the back of his head.