Hello everyone! I'm glad that you decided to read on! I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Right now, I'm building up a little before the description comes true, so please just bear with me. I may not be able to update very often, but I will try my hardest to keep it updated!
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Madness by: Trilladora
Chapter 1
(England's POV)
I yawned as I slid out of my bed. Stupid America. Because of him, yesterday I was forced to watch some dumb horror flick in the middle of the night. Then, the blasted country became terrified after the movie and made me sit in a chair next to his bed until he fell asleep! To top it off, there's a World Conference meeting today that will start at seven in the morning! I glanced at the clock. Darn it! I slept in and now I'll be late for the meeting! To be exact, I will be eleven minutes late!
Quickly, I dressed in more proper clothes and headed out. I glanced back at my kitchen longingly. I couldn't even get rid of my drowsiness with a spot of tea or food because of the fool! As soon as I see America, I'm going to kill him for making me stay up all night!
I parked my car in the already crowded parking lot and (I hate to say it, but) ran toward the conference building, hoping that everyone would be too busy arguing to notice my absence and stealthy entrance. As I reached the double doors that lead to the conference room, I stopped to regain my composure. I could barely hear multiple voices yelling at each other through the doors that usually kept all the noise inside.
I took a deep breath and opened the door as quietly as I could. "Bonjour, England! You certainly are late today!" I winced at the loud welcome from my enemy, France. I looked into his sparkling clear blue eyes with loathing. So much for getting inside unnoticed.
"Go away, cheesy monkey! I need to find America, post-haste, so go bother someone else for a change!" I growled as I looked over the room in search of him. Many of the nations were strewn all around the room, however I found no sign of what used to be my colony.
"Um, he hasn't arrived yet. Did something happen?" France inquired.
"Yes, the blundering idiot kept me up for the whole night. Now, he's going to regret making me late for the conference!"
"Ohohoho, you two stayed up all night? Did you at least have a good time?"
I stared at him angrily for his perverted question. "YOU KNOW THAT ISN'T WHAT I MEANT!" I screeched as I felt my face heat up.
France flipped his long blonde hair in a feminine fashion as he laughed. "You don't have to get so angry! It's as if I asked you to marry me again!" He winked as he said his last statement.
I paled as I remembered that terrible experience. "Don't even dare to do that again, or I will kill you, Frog!"
"You don't look like you could hurt me, let alone kill me! Are you sure you should have come? There are dark bags under your eyes, and you look like you could collapse with exhaustion at any moment!" he said as he looked at me with a little concern. I hated to admit it, but I wasn't feeling like I could stay awake for a very long time. I hope that I can stay awake long enough to make it through the conference.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP SO WE CAN START THE MEETING! WE AREN'T GOING TO SOLVE THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS BY FIGHTING, SCHWACHSINNIGES!" I looked up to see Germany glaring at everyone with daggers in his ice blue eyes.
Not wanting to face his wrath because of how tired I was, I took my seat and started to ignore France. Some of the others followed my example, but a few others had to be forced to take their seats. As the meeting started, I tried my hardest to stay awake. However, I think I failed because the next thing I know, only one person is talking in the room and France is in the middle of rubbing my leg! For a moment I forgot where I was and quickly stood up to slap and yell at France.
"Not cool dude! You totally interrupted my speech!" I looked up to see America standing at the podium. Drat, I even slept through his entrance into the room! Now I have to wait until the meeting is over before I can scold him!
My anger boiled as I sat back down in my seat with a muttered apology. Now I have also made a fool out of myself in front of everyone! America will pay me back tenfold when I get a chance to talk to him! As the meeting progressed, I became distracted by something coming into the room through an open window. A mint green colored rabbit with wings flew through the air toward me. I beamed at the little thing, recognizing it as Flying Mint Bunny, one of my fairie friends. As I happily watched him, I hadn't noticed that a certain blue-eyed nation with slicked back blonde hair had left his chair to stand behind me.
"What is so interesting, England?" Germany asked in annoyance.
Due to my drowsy mind, the question didn't register to me as a personal question and I began to answer it truthfully. "Flying Mint Bunny is here! He usually comes to meetings once a month. Can't you see�" I covered my mouth too late, knowing that I had said too much. It was only a matter of time before they start asking questions! I looked around the room to see everyone's reactions. France, America, China, Korea, and Turkey all were looking at me curiously; Italy and Romano were exchanging confused glances; Russia was smiling his ever-present creepy smile; Prussia, Spain, and Denmark were trying to keep from laughing; Japan, Finland, Germany, and Amer- no-Canada were looking at me with concern; Norway looked at me with horror; and Greece-slept right through my rant. I wonder why Norway looks so horrified. Also, and more importantly, I really hope no one asks me about my friend.
"England, who is Flying Mint Bunny? I didn't see anyone come in," France asked. Great, now I have to think up a reasonable explanation.
I didn't say anything right away, so I could contemplate my answer. If I gave them the truth, they would think I was crazy. However, if I denied his existence then that would be the same as denying that all fairies don't exist, and I they'll put a spell on me so that I won't be able to see them ever again! Lying to them may have the same condition, so I can't risk that.
"England? I asked you a question. Who is this Flying Mint Bunny you speak of?"
I drew in a breath before I answered, eyes trained on the rabbit that had just dove into my lap at that moment like nothing was even happening. "I don't have to answer you, France." I hope that they just leave it at that.
Germany lay a hand on my shoulder, causing me to flinch. "I think you owe us an explanation after you fell asleep in the middle of our conference, then proceeded to disrupt it by shouting at France," he said with authority. "Tell us who it is."
I gulped. "He's a close friend of mine. Just leave it at that, please."
At that moment, Prussia, Spain, and Denmark all started to laugh noisily, turning everyone's attention to them. I sank lower into my chair. Those three had been to the pub with me on more than one occasion, and have told me what I talked about and did the day after. On every trip, they say that I talk about the fairies. One specific fairie was mentioned too. Flying Mint Bunny.
"What are you three idiotas laughing about?" Romano growled as Italy tried his best to keep his brother from going to Spain to punch him.
Prussia was the first to recover. "Kesesesese, England talks about him whenever he's drunk. I guess he just lost the last bit of sanity that he had! He always tells us about fairies, and this Flying Mint Bunny is one of them!" He began to laugh again.
I jumped up, surprising Mint Bunny as he tumbled onto the table. "Hey, I haven't lost it! Also, I admit it. Even if you all think I am crazy, I know that fairies exist! I have seen them!" I yelled as I turned to glare at America, knowing that his attention would be turned to me. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't insisted on watching that stupid movie!" With that, I pushed out my chair and walked out of the now silent room. Little did I know, something was following me out of the room. I walked down the hallway a little ways before I felt something tap my back. I looked back to find a giant troll spirit accompanied by a fairie in Norwegian attire.
Sorry if this was a little boring, but it's a build up scheme, like I already said. I am open to suggestions, but I have a warning: the characters that usually have horrible language will be a little OOC. I try not to use vulgar language as often as possible. The same goes with yaoi. I hope that you can all forgive me for my style of writing. I still hope that you all like this story and review. ^^
