Desire to bring in UK brothers has been heightened… Love Scotland more than I should…
Warning: Frequent POV changes, I guess. Meh.
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Kiku had only been able to comprehend so much when the doors were fully opened, revealing a vast number of people within the meeting room. He was able to smell the tense atmosphere and pause that lasted about half a second. But then, he was bombarded by familiar strangers in every possible direction. Mei's grip on him was long gone amongst the crowd that swarmed around him. He withered away in surprise by the attack.
"Japan!" "Kiku!" "Oh my god!" "It's you!"
His ears were being needled with the calls to his name as he was tugged back in forward. His personal space being evaded in such a drastic way he was never known with.
Opening one eye, he managed to peek at a hazel-nut haired young man who managed to squirm his way through the crowd, "Japan! Japan!" He wailed curling his arms around his waist, his eyes filled with tears but a huge grin graced his face. "You're alive! You're back! This is great~"
"I—"
"This is more than great!" Kiku found himself being pulled from the crowd by his collar suddenly. Turning around he was met with the face of tall, tanned man. A white mask adorned over his eyes and a blissful smile on his lips, he pulled the teen into a hug, "This is a fucking miracle!" A hug ensued and Kiku awkwardly attempted to hug him back despite their height difference.
"Get off of him." A sharp voice spat out catching Kiku's attention the most despite the high level of noise going on in the now seemingly small, congested hallway. Breaking the embrace, the Japanese student glanced over at the source of the voice. Another olive skinned, young looking male glared at the masked man with such fierce animosity that Kiku could practically smell the unresolved conflict.
"Erm…" Kiku managed out before an argument could commence. He needed to remember now… Who were Japan's greatest allies back when the island was around? Maybe that would help him decipher everyone…
Mei would admit, she was a bit insulted and hurt at the fact Kiku was dive-bombed by nearly fifty people and she was tossed to the floor in the chaos as a result. But she was also a tad bit grateful. When she flinched and looked up, she was greeted with a reassuring hand pointed downward to help her rise. Blushing, she followed the hand up to meet the face of a rather stoic looking Chinese boy.
"T-Thank you…" She stated grabbing his hand and getting up. The second she did, she was tackled straight back down.
"Haha! You're really back with us! This is fantastic da ze!" A foreign language then flowed out her attacker's mouth as he snuggled into her despite their awkward stance.
Korean… She was able to pick out, or was it Vietnamese…? She only knew Japanese from Chinese… Oh god, she was a horrible Asian…
She managed to let out a squeak of discomfort from her face being practically grinded into the carpet below her, but the hug didn't stop as the man on top of her continued babbling excitedly.
"Korea, get off of her, aru! She can't breathe like that you know!"
With those words, Mei was finally able to get in some fresh oxygen as she raised her head from the floor, now free from a weight on her back and neck. Once again, a helping hand was offered in front her face. By the same blank faced boy from before. Cracking a smile, Mei once again was delivered up from the ground and back on her feet.
"Twice in one day! I have a feeling you'll help me off my feet a lot!" She attempted to joke. Unlike what she expected, the brown haired boy simply nodded once, his stoic expression never changing.
Mei felt a stab at her conscious from his dead reaction.
"Haha…?" She tried out weakly, before she was hugged suddenly,
"Do you have any clue as to how much we missed you, aru? I'm so sorry if you hate me, you know! I wasn't able to protect you properly!" Mei now was able to recognize everything more clearly. This… This was the Chinese man from her dreams… He even had the same ponytail.
Personification of China. No doubt.
Anxiously, she bit her lip, shakily; she allowed her own arms to wrap around the stranger's back before patting him gently.
Simon watched the many people flood out the door and literally attack Kiku like they were hungry lions and he was a piece of meat, and from that moment he grinned. If they liked Japan, he knew for sure his supposed past allies must have loved Denmark! He was probably well missed as well.
And sure enough, he hugged and greeted excitedly with many Europeans. He wasn't very familiar with their exact identities; however he was able to pick out a few.
A brunette girl with a flower in her hair cheerfully embraced him and exclaimed her glee in seeing him back. Hungary… A few of his friend's had talked about being from there a couple times, and her accent was pretty cute.
Suddenly, he found himself looking straight ahead at blank, dull blue eyes. Grinning, he raised his hand to wave at the other in ecstasy, but instead found a rather sharp pain in his stomach executing throughout his body. Letting out a wheeze he doubled over as the other blonde across from him withdrew his fist, before pulling the confused Dane into a hug.
"Idiot."
The words flashed through his ears like a gentle, pained whisper and Simon felt himself relax in the other's arms.
"Everyone is back! It's like a dream!" A Finnish blonde man happily chirped. A taller, more intimidating man stood next to him, his plain eyes behind his glasses not wavering from Simon's stance. "Hm." He grumbled out almost reluctantly as he continued glaring at the Danish teen.
Arthur felt nothing but the highest degree of suffocation. So many people were practically draped over him and he felt himself being pulled back and forth between a hoard of strangers that were all barking numerous chatter in his ears at once making it all sound like unnecessary diarrhea for his ears.
He went from hug to hug, he was being pulled from side to side, and he felt himself getting dizzy.
"Guys! Guys! Stop smothering them!" America's voice sounded faintly in Arthur's ears and for the first time since he met the American, he was actually grateful to hear his voice.
"You're back!" "Everything will go back to normal!" "How is it possible?" "England!"
Still, the words and exclamations continued.
Suddenly, a gunshot sounded through the air and everyone froze turning to the source flinching. Arthur felt fear coil in his stomach as he was dropped to the floor at a brink of the moment. But as he later found out along with everyone else, America stood with his gun pointed in the air at the entrance to the meeting room.
Noticing he gained everyone's attention, the nation grinned widely, "Well, how about we go back in the meeting to discuss this development?"
All the nations around him began chattering instantly about the news while they filed back into the meeting room. America skipped his way over to the dazzled Briton and took his arm and pulled him to his feet with a laugh,
"You alright, dude?" He questioned amused making Arthur glare despite his slightly tipsy vision. "Yeah, yeah." He attempted to push the taller male away, however he stayed put.
America snickered before leading him into the room after the huge crowd before them.
Chelsey watched all the commotion commencing from her spot at the wall silently. There had been no one excitedly going all out to greet her. No one to hug her while rambling about missing her. No one to even spare her a glance.
Hanging her head down a bit, she bit her bottom lip while hugging her arms. She represented the island of Seychelles… Didn't they have many allies…? She remembered her parents often hating hearing about History because of the set of islands having so little of it. Or maybe… Maybe her past self was just a horrible person that no one liked her?
Chelsey felt her heart pound at that simple thought. If she was a horrible person in the past… Then maybe they were ignoring her on purpose? All of those European nations hated her?
Squeezing her arms tightly, she fought back the tearing sensation that rippled throughout her body to cry. She was stronger than that. She had to be. Shakily, she followed after Arthur and Alfred into the meeting room.
Everyone was beginning to get seated and Chelsey never felt more out of place. Keeping a stiff upper lip, she puffed her chest out and searched through the now somewhat organized place for one of her friends.
Simon sat next to a blonde man who watched him with amusement and interest, while another blonde with what seemed to be a floating ahoge sat on the Dane's lap with a blank face. The spiky haired boy looked more than pleased with his current situation seeing as he laughed at something the man on his lap said.
Kiku was seated in-between two men who glared at each other from across the table. The poor Japanese boy lowered his head with exasperation while he muttered something inaudible to the Seychellois but it made both men deflate and turn away with childish pouts.
Mei sat in the middle of what looked to be Korean and Chinese young boy. The Korean laughed rather loudly and Mei giggled while nervously looking at the Chinese boy whose only response was a shrug of his shoulders. Beside the blank face male was another Asian man… er or was it a female? Chelsey cocked to her head to the side in thought, watching the pony-tailed person grin from ear to ear addressing Mei excitedly.
Bruce was mingling with two twins. One who looked like he was on cloud nine… And the other looked as though the very air he was breathing was as disgusting as garbage. The Aussie politely shook his head and motioned for the twins to take a seat at the vacant two free seats. The angry of the two shrugged, huffed and took a seat. However, the other declined and moved over to talk to some taller blonde. Bruce sighed but took that as an invitation to be seated and did so.
Now if only she could find Arthur… Maybe she could sit near him…
"Okay! So you all basically have the feel of things right?" Alfred hyperly questioned as he stood at the front of the room at a podium. Chelsey felt her face warm when she realized that she was still the only person standing in the back of the room. Taking a few steps back, she allowed herself to get lean against the wall to listen.
Noises of agreement and a few shouts from the other nations sounded in reply, but Alfred laughed, "Pretty sweet, huh? Consider it a gift from the United Stat—"
"Hah! Don't make me laugh! I made this discovery, and I believe I deserve to have proper credit for it!" Francis interrupted making Alfred twitch, but before the American could retaliate, Arthur spoke up and Chelsey found the messy haired blonde sitting close to the front. Unlike what she had hoped, there were no open seats around him.
"Discovery? You make it sound like we're some uncharted territory. I am nothing to be discovered, thank you very much." Arthur dully piped in with a lazy look on his face while he glared at Francis from across the table. Francis frowned tightly before forcing a smile on his face,
"Without me, you wouldn't even be here, you ungrateful punk!"
"Ungrateful punk? Don't make me laugh, you wine-loving git!"
Chelsey sighed; it was fairly obvious what kind of relationship the both of them shared. Though she did figure it was rather fitting… Historically, France and the United Kingdom weren't the best of friends.
"Alfred." A rather tall man with blonde slicked back hair stood up, ignoring the two's banters. His German accent was thick so he had to be the nation of Germany… "How exactly did this happen? How are they back?"
Once again, the room of nations moved with the same questions being repeated quietly, and Chelsey felt herself clam up slightly. She could see the anxiety on her companions' faces from where she sat. They were nervous about the whole concept as well.
"Well, you see…" Alfred began, "I actually have no clue!" He smiled sweetly leaving everyone face palming in annoyance and disbelief.
Another blond, this one with straight hair that fell close to his chin, growled in irritation while slamming his fist on the table, "Be serious for once, America!" A smaller, petite girl put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, "Please calm down, brother…" She pleaded.
It seemed like most shared his thoughts and by now, Chelsey watched those nations sitting beside her friend's turn to them questionably.
"Sorry, I don't remember anything…" Kiku lowly stated.
Not discouraged despite the harsh insults thrown at him, the American shrugged his shoulders before clearing his throat, "However, a theory we have… Revolves around them being reincarnations of those gone. As you've probably found out, they can't even remember your human names. They're apparently, just… Human."
Murmurs broke out within the room and Chelsey felt a bit better about being isolated from the crowd. She wouldn't have the slightest clue on how to explain herself.
"They don't remember anything…? Aww…" An Italian man whined out, "Ve, so you don't remember me, Bruce?" He questioned sadly to the Aussie who scratched his cheek embarrassed, "Nope… Sorry 'bout that."
The other Italian scowled deeply, "Well that sucks balls! What do you remember then?" He questioned fiercely. Bruce looked up in wonder, "Well… You're Lovino…" He stated simply making the other brunet growl in irritation, "You only know that because Feliciano just called me that!"
"Now, now, Lovi… Give him some credit," A Spanish man cut in, putting a hand on the fuming Italian's shoulder. "It isn't his fault, right Bruce?"
The Aussie laughed nervously, "Well, I guess not? I'm still trying to figure some stuff out on my own, but if I had to go out on a limb, I'd say you're Spain, and both of these two twins are Italy for some strange reason."
"Si, I'm the northern part, and fratello is the southern part of the country!" Feliciano chirped happily,
Lovino slumped in his seat with folded arms, "Whatever." Spain laughed and Bruce grinned. He had a feeling he'd get along with them.
"It's a shame you don't remember us, aru." The pony-tailed male sighed looking over at Mei with sullen eyes. Mei gazed down at her lap, awkwardly. She had no idea on what to say in this situation…
"Well, since you probably don't know us, I think introductions should be necessary!" The Korean man beside her hyped up causing the Taiwanese girl to look up at him in surprise at his sudden burst of energy. He pointed at himself, causing his dancing stray hair to bounce. "I'm Korea! But my human name is Yong So Im! Call me which ever!"
Mei nodded her head smiling weakly before turning to the other two males at her other side, "I'm Hong Kong, but feel free to call me Xiao if you want." The blank faced Asian informed her curtly,
"Aiya, calm down, Korea. And I'm China. If you want, you can call me Yao."
"Um okay! Yao, Yong So, and Xiao! That's pretty easy to remember." Mei perked up with a smile. Yong So pulled her into a hug to his chest, "Haha! Feels like forever since I heard you saying all that! It's such a good thing reincarnation originated in Korea, otherwise we'd be doomed!"
Kiku put his eyes on the Greek man to his right with curious eyes, "Heracles…" He repeated the name on his tongue softly. The brunet nodded his head, "I like the way you say it…" He smiled very small at the black haired student who felt his cheeks warm against his better thoughts.
"Hey! I'm sure you say my name just as good, Kiku!" Sadiq insisted, putting his hands on the ravenette's shoulder. Heracles scowled deeply, "He says mine better. Right Kiku?"
"Well…"
"No! He says mine better!"
"Actually…"
"No."
"Yes!"
Facepalming, Kiku found himself sliding down further into his seat.
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"Well, this has been quite the experience." Arthur found himself muttering in sarcasm. The meeting lasted far longer than he thought it would. The sun just seemed to set, and twilight was upon them. He gazed out the window and back into the room where everyone was scattered about.
Kiku was sitting with a bunch of cats on the floor along with the nation of Greece, or Heracles as the Briton would call him. Kiku and the Greek obviously were on a good track seeing as they hadn't separated since the meeting itself dispatched. If Arthur didn't know any better, he'd say he saw sparks whenever the two looked at one another…
Bruce took it upon himself to bother the two Italian twins with that Spain guy. Arthur managed to greet the other, and was a bit surprise to see the other happy at his existence. It confused the student a bit, but he didn't bother asking about it.
Simon, the weird Dane was chattering excitedly to Norway along with Finland and Sweden about his current place in life and his interests. From the looks of it, Sweden and Norway couldn't care less, but Finland was completely into his story.
Arthur frowned, he felt like he was forgetting someone…
"Hey Artie! How you enjoying the meeting so far?" His heart nearly left his chest at the sudden loud and vibrant voice that echoed through his ear. Turning around, Arthur found himself practically face to face with the blonde haired, glasses wearing, American.
Huffing indignantly, Arthur leered at him, "Don't do that! Haven't you ever heard of personal space?" Scowling, he brushed his shoulders off. America shrugged his shoulders, before grinning, "Well, I'm pretty sure you're having an awesome time. But I just wanted to let you know, you and I can have a sleepover when it's over at my place!"
"Sleepover…?" The words left his lips unconsciously as he attempted to fully register the meaning of the words. America nodded, this time there seemed to be a flush of pink on his cheeks and his enthusiasm appeared a bit watered-down, "Yeah. I want you to spend the night again."
"What's up with you always wanting me over?" He arched a brow at the other nation questioningly, "Matthew told me about how he never asked for me to stay at your house… You know, you confuse me. Do you want me around or not?"
"Well obviously, since I'm inviting you to a sleepover, I want you around! So are you coming or not?" His statement about Matthew and America's lie went completely evaded.
Arthur looked at him in disbelief, before finding his voice, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline. I have school tomorrow and I can't skip another day, but maybe… We… Can…" He found himself trailing off as America's face slowly became crestfallen. His blue eyes sunk and became hollow with disappointment and sadness, and a frown graced over his lips in a way that Arthur felt terrible.
"Oh… I understand." America voiced out lowly, furthering Arthur's guilt. "It's just; I thought I'd finally be able to tell you what I knew about your past and your dreams… But seeing as though school is more important than that… I gu—"
"Okay! Okay! I'll go to your damn sleepover!" Arthur cried putting his hands over his eyes, "Just stop with the face! Please!"
"Sleepover?" Simon questioned loudly perking up over at the two, "I'm so in!" He cheered pumping a fist in the air. Norway looked at him stoically, "A sleepover at America's house? Sounds like a Fool's Party…"
"Norge, you need to come too!" The Danish teen exclaimed, oblivious to the other's comment, making Finland laugh and Norway sigh.
America scowled, "Hey! I didn't invite you!"
"I can invite more people, right Alfred? Sweet! Bruce! Mei! Kiku! Chelsey! Grab some nation! You're invited to Alfred's sleepover!" He called out loudly within the meeting room. Arthur watched in disbelief as everything within the room apparently spiraled out of control.
"Shit…" America hissed before taking Arthur's hand and leading him outside the room and into the hallway where the two began running. "Where exactly are we going?" Arthur questioned as they made it to the parking lot.
The blonde haired boy sighed, "To my house so I can lock everyone out! It was just supposed to be the two of us!" He grumbled before getting on his motorcycle, "Oh. And I'm driving this time." He informed the Briton while sticking out his tongue rather childishly. However, this time the sandy haired blonde could only roll his eyes in amusement.
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I can smell the USUKness brewing for next chapter. Haha XD
I imagined Romano and Australia being close actually. Mostly considering the two country's current closeness in regards to trading and immigrants. Australia is close with a lot of people XD I'll try to expand that since his character kinda just there. Same goes with Seychelles. Her country is so small, historically, besides England and France… She's just there. Poor gal.