A/N: So, i updated pretty quickly, and this chapter is kind of sappy... But i'm really, really happy with the outcome :D Enjoy!?
America practically skipped down the hallway, making his way to the meeting room, England had kissed him! England has kissed him! England had friggin Kissed him! He could die right there, and he would have died a happy man. He then realized, that he had left England in the garden, with no way of getting in, unless overdoing himself, collapsing before he had gotten half way, or the unicorn would have to carry him upstairs, which would not be graceful, or what did he know anyway? He had never seen a unicorn walk up stairs… he hadn't even seen a friggin horse walk up stairs.
His train of thought was interrupted however as someone cleared their throat behind him.
America turned around, only to be faced by a nervous France "Amerique, the meeting is in here…"
he stated as he pointed to the door he was holding open.
America laughed "Sorry dude, lost in thought!" he walked inside, seeing all the countries there, he wondered what this was about, since the meeting had taken place a while ago, and france had seemed suspicious on the phone earlier… He shrugged it off and sat down on his usual seat.
What surprised the American even more was that it wasn't Germany who stood up to start his speech, it was France.
"So, you probably wonder why i have summoned you all here today, non?" he started, eying everybody, as to make sure they were all there.
Everyone nodded and whispered to each other, trying to guess why they were all there.
"KESESESESE! You invited zhe awesome me here, so it must be really important!" Prussia laughed, making his younger brother facepalm in shame.
"Bruder… Calm down…" he muttered, his cheeks flushed at his brother's stupidity.
"Nn… Even me and Anko…" Norway stated, his usual monotome expression in place, he puched the dane in the face as to prove a point.
France simply nodded "Yes, I have invited all over to discuss something very important… It's about England…"
America froze, England? Why would he bother inviting every country over to discuss England?
"As you all know, miss Alice is England's counterpart… "
America didn't like where this conversation was going…
"And she has proven herself to be better than England in a lot of ways…"
No, this isn't right! America was starting to panic.
"So I say we-"
"NO! THIS IS WRONG!" America screeched, slamming his fist down on the table, making everyone practically jump out of their seats.
"HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM IF ALICE BECOMES HIS REPLACEMENT!? No?" he took a deep breath before continuing "He would die!"
Everyone flinched, but France looked the guiltiest of them all.
"I know that but-" France tried, but was interrupted by America again
"YOU KNEW!? And still you would suggest that!? After all those times you molested him and teased him… Have you no shame!? He was one of the reason me'n Canada managed to save your sorry ass from the Nazis!" he glared at France, who seemed to shrink in his seat, before turning to Germany;
"No offense dude… We're cool now…"
"None taken…" Germany replied with a nod and a slight smile.
Prussia huffed in the background, observing closely, mumbling something about kicking our asses if we hurt his little brother or something…
France sighed, standing up, his eyes showing sadness "I know Amerique… I know all that but… Angleterre is an old country, who has fallen ill… If he dies, who will replace him? Who is a better replacement that his own counterpart?"
America sat down slowly, feeling the tears welling up, but he kept them in, letting out a shaky breath. No matter how much he hated to admit it, France was right… But that didn't mean he would agree to this bullshit…
A sob pierced through the silence in the room and all eyes fell on poor little Italy, who was shaking, the tears flowing freely down his now puffed tanned, and slightly pink cheeks.
"Y-you're wrong… England won't die… We… We've been through so much together… We're friends… Aren't we? Why… Why are we talking about replacing a friend?" a hiccup escaped his shaking lips, taking America's words right out of his mouth, then he continued "I know he can be really scary at times… And… and… His food sucks… But, he's still a friend! I refuse to believe that England will die from this! Besides! Big brother France, you're even older than he is!"
France froze at this, making some of the of the other countries snicker.
But poor little Italy cried on, and Germany and japan took it upon themselves to comfort him
"It's okay Itary-san… You are completely right… We won't let our nakama go anywhere, so don't worry…" japan cooed.
Germany nodded "Ja… I think you were very brave… Good work" he smiled reassuringly.
Italy responded by hugging them both close, sobbing loudly.
Germany and Japan froze, but soon returned the hug.
Making Hungrary sob in the background, ranting on and on about how adorable they looked.
Prussia even dried a stray tear, nodding at hungrary's rambling.
America scanned the entire room, not even ten minutes into the meeting and all seven hells had already broke loose.
Norway was yelling a certain Dane's ears off.
Finland was cowering in his chair under Sweden's gaze.
Prussia was talking to Canada, who seemed happy that someone acknowledged him.
The axis were comforting Italy.
And the rest were fighting or discussing something else entirely.
America still appreciated the noise, got his mind wandering.
France was sitting in his seat, silent as the death. He had actually said it… He had asked for the others opinion in replacing England… England, who had continued to be his friend, even though he molested the gentleman more often than he should. England had forgiven him every time… He had saved his ass more times than he could count, and he had even thought of saying something so… so… So cruel… Betraying such a good friend, he felt like crying right there, he wanted nothing more than for England to be healthy again… But what Alice had said yesterday… He was so convinced that this was the right thing to do…
"You really think you can do it? Save him I mean?" France's voice was full of hope, hope that his dear friend could be saved.
"Yes…" was her answer, Alice's answer, she smiled, one of the most innocent smiles he had ever seen, reminding him of someone who was dear to him a long time ago.
"You seriously mean that? You promise me that Angleterre will be healthy? Safe?"
Alice took France's hands in her own, staring into his eyes as to assure him that she was telling the truth "I promise…"
"I… I'll try…" he answered with a heavy heart.