The next day, the meeting was continued, seeing as how they cut it short when England ran out of the building, scared out of his mind.
Well, now all the nations were waiting for his ass to arrive.
What has been going on lately...? England is never late...
Just as the thought crossed the Frenchman's mind, England burst through the double oak doors, out of breath.
There was also a rose tucked in his pocket- a white one.
"Ah, terribly sorry."
"Take your seat." England did as told and put his brief case on the table, taking out his notepad to take notes. Strangely, the minute he did, he blushed and shut the thing and shoved it back into his brief case. Shrugging it off, but keeping his suspicions, France tuned Germany out to draw naked women in lewd positions in his notebook.
For the next few meetings, England had always returned late, with a white rose in his pocket. He was also jumpy, fidgety, always looking around him in an anxious manner, eyes always flicking around the room instead of usually focusing on the person addressing the others. He even ignored insults and insistent groping from the Frenchman, but jumping when someone physically touched him, then stuttering an apology.
At the very most, if this was an act, France was very impressed.
England never showed signs of being weak, or jumpy. If he was trying to mess with their heads, he was doing a pretty good job. But... it all seemed so real. France was actually starting to get worried. HE didn't even answer when France came to his house, or called his cellphone. He had seen him at the market, but the minute he said 'Hello', England had gotten the hell out of there before you could say, "Want to have my children~?".
So today, when they were at another boring meeting, when someone knocked on the two oak doors, France immediately stood up when he saw England pale.
"I'll get it." He said to the quiet room.
"N-No! I-I'll get it!" England yelped as he dashed across the room, flung the door open, but to a point where nobody could see behind it before France could even take five steps. It was silent as everybody strained their ears to listen to what was happening on the other side of the giant doors, but, alas, the doors were made thick so nobody on the outside could listen into their meetings.
"...Has anyone noticed how strange Angleterre has been acting lately?"
"Ja, he has been showing up late, and it's been pissing me off." Germany said.
"Dude needs to relax." America added, "He acts like someone is going to come in any minute and kill us all."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he was faking it." Spain said, a scowl on his face.
"Non, this isn't fake. I've known him longer than any of you and I tell you, something isn't right..." Suddenly, there was a yelp on the other side of the door, distinctly, England's yelp.
France ran over to the door and flung it open, then gasped at what he saw.
England was, what it looked liked, yelling at someone, but froze when the doors were opened.
England was arguing with himself.
"I told you we should have gone to the closet~."