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Chapter 2
Just an Average Meeting
Snow slowly gave way to rain as the Russian aircraft made its way to America. Sighing disdainfully, the man looked at his watch, clicking his tongue with impatience. It was already ten minutes past one p.m. Meaning he was late, by ten minutes.
"Someone is going to be a little upset with me…" He sighed once more, putting a gloved hand to his scarf and adjusting it, watching as the plane touched down in Washington D.C. "Is no matter," He smiled as he grabbed the metal pipe, dragging it along the cushioned seats inside of the airplane. "America will simply have to, ah… well." Giggling erupted from his throat as he imagined the blonde haired nation cringing under the weight of his weapon of choice.
"Russia, sir," A new pilot greeted him as he descended the stairs swiftly, his scarf flowing out behind him as his hair began to wilt under the heavy rain. This pilot was not of Russian decent, but rather American and it sent unpleasant shivers down the taller male's spine. If Russia didn't have better judgment, he would think that this man was mocking him.
"Ah, Privet, you are to show me where meeting room is, da?" Russia watched in satisfaction as the pilot grimaced. It was blatantly obvious that he did not enjoy the Russian's company. He saw it as a compliment, as he himself almost couldn't bear the thought of having to be shown around by this man.
The man simply nodded, his black and white suit fitting in perfectly with their surroundings. Russia followed closely behind the agent, watching as he turned the halls with ease. He must have been one of America's secret service agents. The halls were filled with pictures of America's previous bosses, each frame gaudier then the last. Russia scoffed at them before nearly running into his guide's back.
"Here you are, sir." The man opened the door for him, revealing a room in chaos. Men and women were jumping around and fighting each other; loud shouting never ceased and Russia could feel small prickles of a headache being born.
"Spasibo," He turned his head to look at the agent, but the door simply closed in his face, the ruckus ceasing as his presence was made known. A loud, irritating, obnoxious, and repugnant voice rose out of the silence and Russia had to grit his teeth in order to keep his smile in place. Boss always said, people like you better if you have a cheery smile.
"RUSSIA, DUDE! YOU ARE, LIKE, SO UBER LATE!" Silently walking and taking his seat he noticed two things. One, America was already at the podium and giving his speech for today's meeting. Two, he was stationed next to Lithuania and Latvia. At the second realization he smiled wider, getting into his chair. He was going to ignore America as long as humanely possible, just to see how quickly the man got irritated.
"Privet, Lithuania, how is it you are doing today?" He smiled at the brunette haired nation, the man's sparkling green eyes suddenly going dark. Stammering and shaking, Lithuania tried to come up with a response, but Russia could see very well how much terror he invoked in the other nation. Smiling, though almost sadly, he turned towards Latvia, realizing that the even smaller nation had disappeared from view; this caused the Russian to turn back towards the front of the room, opting instead to gaze out of the window towards the rain.
Several minutes passed and Russia could almost drown out the sound of the American's voice just to hear his own thoughts. He kept his smile in place, deciding that if he did, someone wouldn't be so terrified of him. Perhaps one day he could even make a friend who didn't cringe every time the superpower walked into a room. That thought had him smiling brighter and brought the attention of America.
"DUDE, like, what is up with you today?! You're nothing but smiles and it's creepy! You should totally stop!" The man, who was now in front of him for some reason, sent Russia's instinct off; electric blue eyes pierced his soul and wheat blonde hair bounced in an inhuman way. This man was always excited and simply buzzed from it. Russia hated him.
"I am smiling because I am thinking of all the way I am to break you, da?" He smiled widely before standing and showing off his height. It wasn't his fault the American put him on edge. He just wanted to show the smaller nation that he wasn't going to be taking any of his shit today.
"No thanks dude, but how did you like my presentation?! It was pretty cool, right? All of our goods and services we offer are pretty outrageous!" The million dollar smile on the young man's face made Russia's gut churn with the need to punch him. Knock some of his pretty white teeth out. America's eyes blinked up at him, a challenge hidden in their oceanic depths.
Russia was about to say something, but another country stole America's attention right away.
"Alfred! Quit wasting Russia's time with you nonsense and adjourn this meeting already! If you are going to be inconsiderate towards your guests, you are only going to make enemies! Is that what you want, you bloody wanker?" The voice belonged to an annoyed Arthur Kirkland. Russia glanced over to him, silently thanking the green eyed man before sitting back down in his chair. Sighing, but quietly, he put his smile back into place and waited before the meeting was finally over.
Lithuania and Latvia (where had he gone, was he hiding under the desk?) left as quickly as possible before Russia could even get out of his chair. He chuckled darkly and pulled at his scarf, tightening it slightly before turning and leaving the establishment.