Trapped in Darkness

9foxgrl

VIII

"Speaking in a foreign language"

'A world meeting called by Cuba. This can never be good.' I thought as I followed England's footsteps towards the meeting hall.

We hadn't even spoken since the car ride, and my head was already throbbing from a migraine caused by the arguments between the GOP and my boss. That school shooting in Connecticut a few days ago was not helping either. I had stood in the rain for hours mourning for them until England dragged me back inside before I came down with pneumonia. We had to postpone the meeting because I was in too much of an emotional wreck to even speak.

I was restless, and my body felt like it was being weighed down by bags of sand. This was not a good combination.

I was about to head to my normal spot beside England when someone stopped me.

Maple and freshly fallen snow.

"Canada?"

"Hey bro, how's it going eh?"

"Sup Canada! You feeling better?"

"I'm one who's supposed to say that." He replied as he escorted me to my chair.

"Dude, I know where my chair is. Chill already!" I joked as I sat down.

"Hello little bat, how are you today?"

"I'm fine Russia. Has Belarus been leaving you alone lately?" I replied without hesitation. Boss man agreed that now that my secret was out, I didn't have to act like an idiot all the time.

Thank the Holy Roman Empire!

"You speak Russian?" Russia replied in shocked voice.

Before I could reply Cuba came in.

"America…it's your turn to write the minutes." Cuba said he walked past me.

I shrugged and turned on my mini laptop and put on my ear piece that had a mini microphone. Yes I can use my laptop without the speech dictation. You know those ridges on the J and F key? Well they are not just so you can type without looking down, but if a blind person can memorize the keyboard layout they can type. And if that doesn't work I have my speech program.

I felt several of the Nations staring at me.

"What? Can't a guy use his own laptop to take notes? Unless you would like to try and decipher my terrible handwriting. By the way; Germany did you ever figure out my recipe for mock apple pie?"

"What?"

"It was on the papers you stole from me in WWII."

Germany made a weird chocking noise.

"So that's a no?"

"Excuse me! If we are done being entertained by the blind boy can we get this meeting started?"

Outside POV

"I think we all know that it's not every day that a Nation goes blind and becomes a potential hazard to the world." Cuba began, he paused to look directly at America who was still typing, but looked very annoyed. In the background several Nations who despised America nodded as he spoke.

"If America continues to be allowed to operate alone without guidance, then there could be a great deal more disasters. He is already too immature to handle his responsibilities on his own."

America had stopped typing and was now clenching his fists.

"So what we were suggesting was for a few Nations to keep tabs on him and monitor his movements."

"Who exactly is 'we' Cuba?"

Everyone looked down the table to the speaker and shuddered in fear. America's gaze had darkened, and looked downright murderous. They could almost see a demented black aura oozing from his body. Never in the hundreds of years that they had known him, had the Nations ever see him so angry before.

Hell they had never seen him without his trademark smile before!

"It wouldn't happen to have been some of the other nations that are on not so friendly terms with me would it?"He asked standing up and walked towards Cuba.

"So what if it was? You are out of control already-"

"Do you think that I'm intimidated by a thug like you Cuba?"America hissed. "Or your little group of friends?"

"Now amigo-"

"We are not friends. Or have your forgotten all the criminals that you sent to me during that little exile practice of yours, or the drug runners you blatantly ignore as they use your waters to get to me?" America growled as he slammed his fist on the table, causing the wood to splinter. "You had your chance to be my ally several times but not anymore. Especially not after this little stunt of yours."

"Do you think that I care? You and your practices and law are barbaric!"

"Then why do so many of your own citizens risk their lives just to leave you and come to me on a weekly basis?" America asked with a crooked smile. "Could it be that they despise you so much that they risk miles of dangerous waters, and sharks just to leave?"

"And you think we can rely on a blind Nation to help police the world?"

"Oh? And since when has that stopped all of you from asking for my help? Who assists in capturing and prevent attacks from pirates around Somalia, police the oceans, providing aid in natural disasters. Who does everyone turn to for help financially and military wise. You? No! It's me! And if my handicap as you call it hasn't deterred me before, it sure as Hell won't stop me in the future! In case you didn't know, I've been like this for nearly two hundred years. That means I've kicked major ass over the years like this!" America made a gesture to the Nations behind him. "Even after they found out my secret, none of them have made moves to cancel all the treaties we've made."

America's face darkened and turned to leave.

"So don't you dare compare me to any other Nation in this room. Because unlike them; I don't lose control of my emotions with every little thing like a child with no self-control. If I lost my temper every time China brought up the debt, or one of you called me an idiot, I would have probably have created a vast empire by now"

"Do you really think we should believe the words of an immature Nation?"

America paused at the door. "You are not me."

America turned to face Cuba; several Nations gasped. Twin streams of bloody tears were streaming from America's eyes.

"So don't you dare call me immature." He snarled before slamming the doors behind him.

Arthur POV

We unanimously brought the meeting to a close. Some of us left to look for America while Canada took Cuba aside for a talking to. That apparently included a lot of screaming and French curse words, and Prussia doing some color commenting from behind a riot shield.

I finally found him in his office; lying on the couch with a damp paper towel over his eyes. The blood had been cleaned off his face, and from his breathing his was asleep.

Not surprising, he's hardly eaten or slept in these last few days.

'So cute.'

My hand brushed through his hair waking him up.

"Huh? England? What's up dude?"

"Just checking to see if you were okay." I replied as I gently pulled away the paper towel so I could see his blue eyes. Despite them being unable to see they were his best feature.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes if I lose control of my emotions like anger or sadness I become a monster. So I keep all my real emotions bottled up so I don't hurt anyone. The whole 'eyes bleeding' only happens if I get really tired and stressed out." He said sheepishly. "I get smashing up the guest room didn't help either."

"What was that all about anyway?"

America just sighed and laid back on the sofa. "I didn't know this until recently...but apparently when I got trapped in the fire...the blood vessels behind my eyes were damaged and if I put too much strain on my body like I have been lately, they rupture and cause the blood tears. Luckily it doesn't happen often."

So a lot of his attitude until now was all an act? He was really more mature then I gave him credit for. In these last few days I learned more about him then I had in a lifetime.

"What about love? How do you feel about that?"

He blushed. "Well…I'm not very experienced in that field so I don't really know."

"Do you want to?"

"Huh?"

I pressed my lips to his. They were slightly chapped with the cold, but still soft. It wasn't until he started kissing me back that I realized what I was doing and pulled back.

"Why did you stop?" he asked curiously as he pulled my tie to get my face closer to his again. "It was just getting good."

"I don't feel right taking advantage of you!" I replied with a stammer.

He smiled.

"Well…what if I told you that I loved you for years? Would that count?" he asked as he started to kiss me.

"It's a start love." I replied before nipping his ear, His little yelp was so cute.

"I guess I will need to think of a new way for you to repay me." He moaned as I crawled on top of him. "Cuz I don't think you being my servant will work anymore. I might try to use it to an unfair advantage."

"Hmm, I can think of a dozen or so ways."

"Does this have anything to do with why France asked me if his gift to you has come in handy yet?"

I frowned. "I am going to key haul that perverted frog."

"Save it for later." America pouted. "It's bad enough that every time we get close-"

"Angleterre? Have you found L'Amerique yet?"

"Ve~ maybe they went out for pasta!"

"-They interrupt us." America groaned as he face palmed.

"We'll finish this later." I replied huskily into his ear making him shiver. "And trust me; no one will interrupt us later tonight."