Galehus
Part 6
He was being kicked under the table.
England was about ready to murder someone; the only question was who he should go after first. The American that was currently bruising his shins—it didn't matter how he moved them, Alfred still managed to keep finding and kicking at the most tender spots on his legs—or the French pervert who was the reason that he was being brutally attacked.
He was currently considering just taking them both out in one go.
After another moment of putting up with the rather agonizing pain of having the same spot kicked over and over and over again by an aggravated American—who hadn't even given him a chance to explain that it wasn't his fault he'd been stuck in a closet with France—he shifted in his seat in an attempt to move them out of range. And immediately received an incredibly dirty look from Germany, who he was currently seated next to.
England wanted to snort in irritation at that; let's see how you like being kicked over and over again for something that wasn't even your fault. Instead, he sent a dirty look toward America, who didn't even have the decency to look affronted. No, he just kicked harder.
"Thank you, Canada…" Germany suddenly remarked, startling England, as he hadn't even noticed that Canada had been talking. Damn American and his probably steel-tipped boots. "Does anyone else have anything they'd like to bring up before we close our meeting?"
And everybody immediately started packing up at this, because nobody ever brought something up at the end of a meeting. Since everybody wanted to get out of here and away from everybody else as soon as possible.
"Excusez-moi, but I have something to say…"
And every single eye in the room (except for Greece's, since he was asleep) turned in almost perfect unison to stare in shock as France suddenly stood up and flashed everyone a bright smile.
Even Germany looked confused beyond belief. "You…have something to talk about, Frankreich?"
"Oui."
"…You do realize that the meeting is about to adjourn?"
"It won't take very long."
Germany looked as if he thought that he'd just stepped into one of America's Twilight Zone episodes. Pretty soon Romano would start hugging him and calling him his best friend, America would request a spot of tea, Italy would give up pasta, and France would declare celibacy…
Germany was thoroughly convinced that this was exactly how the world was going to end someday.
"Um…All right." And at this, everyone set their things back on their tables, most grumbling to themselves as they watched France stand and turn to face the majority of the other nations.
"Bonjour, mes amis, I will make this as quick as possible. Mon patron and I were planning yesterday for the meeting that was scheduled to take place in my house next month. Unfortunately, we in the process we discovered that the building where we usual hold our meetings has been scheduled to be renovated during this time and there is no other place that would be sufficient space-wise that has not already been booked."
Germany frowned, still looking confused. "That is…inconvenient, but I don't see why it had to be brought up at this meeting. We'll just reschedule the meeting or have someone else host it."
"Non. Non. We do not need to do that. Mon patron and I came up with a better plan." He paused, enjoying the expectant stares that he received from all of the other nations. And the evil glare of impending pain that he received from England. "We have decided that, instead of rescheduling or changing the venue of our meeting, we will instead rent out a cruise ship and have our meeting there! It will be like a vacation and meeting in one!"
The response was immediate—and pretty much followed the expected path of any conversation between the nations after an announcement like that…
"Kesesese! That sounds awesome! Almost as awesome as me! Right, Mattie?"
"Doesn't that sound like fun, Lovi~? We'll be able to spend lots of time together on a cruise…"
"As if I'd want to be stuck on a boat with you, bastard."
"Ve~ Will there be pasta on the boat?"
"Cruises originated in me, da ze~!"
Germany could already feel the meeting descending into chaos—and not the normal kind of chaos that he could quiet by just yelling in his stern commander voice. "Frankreich, I do not think that a cruise would be the best idea. What about our work?"
"Mon patron has already spoken to everyone's bosses and they have given their consent… They think it will help with 'diplomatic relations' between our nations." France was especially proud of that one. You could use the 'it will help diplomatic relations' excuse to get away with a lot of different things. In this case, he'd used it to get his boss to agree to sending the nations on a cruise instead of having the normal meeting in their perfectly functional conference building…
And now Germany was sweating, as he glanced around the room to see that most of the other nations seemed rather excited about the idea. Why couldn't they see that this was only asking for trouble? Sticking all of them together—on a boat—for a long period of time? Somebody would end up being thrown overboard within the first day. Actually, within the first hour.
He needed someone reasonable, who would be able to see just what a horrible idea this was and who would stand up against France…
He immediately turned in his seat, eyes resting on England, who was currently scowling as he crossed his arms over his chest and shifted again in his chair, as he'd been doing—rather distractedly—throughout the entire meeting.
If anyone could oppose France's plan successfully, it was England. Germany was actually a little surprised that he hadn't said anything yet about what a 'daft' idea it was. "Ah, England, what do you think about this idea?" Of course he'd oppose it, he'd oppose it—just because France had proposed it—and they could start debating and come up with a better idea that didn't have as much potential for disaster.
England, however, was remembering something that he'd said to France in that closet…
A tiny little promise that he'd made… That he'd agree to anything the bloody frog said, as long as it wasn't perverted…
Damn that bloody frog to hell.
"England?"
He groaned, shifting again. Although, thankfully America had stopped kicking him, probably wanting to hear what he was about to say… Ugh, this wasn't going to help anything. "I—" And, just to make things better, the room suddenly quieted, every eye turning to look at him as he spoke… England wanted to just sink into his chair and die…after maiming America, of course. Both of his legs were going to be black and blue tomorrow. "I—I agree with—with Fra—Fran—bloody hell—"
He took a deep breath. The words actually tasted disgusting in his mouth. Just get it over with, England… "Fuck, I agree with France's idea." And he immediately sunk down in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, flashing everyone a look that plainly read that he didn't want to say anything more.
And every single nation simultaneously jaw-dropped. Particularly America, who had even stopped kicking the other nation out of sheer shock…
England.
Had just agreed.
With France.
And Germany immediately scratched out every thought he'd had earlier. This was the true sign of the Apocalypse.
A/N: The end of the world is upon us. Everyone RUUUN!
Hey, we get a cruise ship adventure out of it, though ;D
As a note, I personally have never been on a cruise, but one of my best friends just got back from one to Bermuda. And (as she and I are Hetalia buddies), we immediately went to the mall and had a like 2 hour conversation about the nation-tans on a cruise… So, this plotline is her fault xD (Even though she has no idea that I'm doing this plot now, Mwahaha… xD)
In other news, I have realized that I hate typing stories on computers that aren't mine, blah. The formatting was all messed up and I'm hoping I caught it all... If I missed something, that's why. Sigh sigh. I had to for this chapter because I'm currently dog-sitting for my aunt and she didn't give me the password for their Wi-Fi before they left… Hopefully they'll answer their phone sometime so I can get it and use my laptop…
But, whatevz. I currently have a whole house all to myself for 3 days, which is pretty awesome. And means that I have lots and lots of time to write and watch movies and play computer games and go roller-blading once I find a place to roller-blade near here. ;D