Hey! This chapter is a bit longer than normal :D Can have the chaos of a meeting in a few sentences, now can you? Well, I have something to tell you after you read this chapter...Don't wonna kept ya waiting ;D
Disclaimer: I still do not own Hetalia :D
The following morning, Arthur woke up first as usual and decided he was in dire need of a shower. After the relaxing shower, he went to Alfred's room. He knocked on the door, but received no answer, so he walked in. He found the American curled up, with the blanket wrapped tightly around him, only a tuff of wheat blonde hair was visible.
"Alfred...Alfie, it's time to wake up deary. We have a long day ahead of us." Arthur said softly, shaking the sleep nations' shoulder. He groaned sound from under the blankets before it rolled over and looked at Arthur with bleary eyes.
"Ugh...5 more minutes..I'm sleepy..." Alfred complained, using the puppy dog face. Unfortunately, it didn't work on England this time. The older nation sighed and pulled Alfred into a sitting position, ignoring the others complaining.
"It's time to get up, poppit. We have to eat breakfast, the get ready for the meeting." Arthur explained, brushing a strand of stray hair from the others face. Alfred rubbed his eyes and nodded slightly.
"Do I have to go?" There was a hint of a whine in his voice as he said it.
"Of course." Arthur replied simply. He began tugging on Alfred's arm as he got up off the bed. Alfred reluctantly followed as he drug him to the closet. It was only when he opened it did he noticed the problem.
"Oh...You don't have any suits to wear..." Arthur mumbled, mainly to himself.
"Couldn't I just wear what I normally wear? I mean, it seems fine to me." Alfred stated, pulling out one of the outfits that Arthur had bought him: A short sleeved, black T-shirt, an American flag print hoodie, and a pair of worn out looking jeans. Honestly, Arthur didn't have bad taste when it came to clothes.
"But it's not appropriate. This is business. We-" He cut off when he noticed the look Alfred gave him. He groaned inwardly as the childish face got to him, "Fine, but only this time! I'm going out later to buy you some acceptable clothes." Alfred grinned. He got what he wanted.
"Now, hurry up and get showered and such. I'm going to cook breakfast." Arthur inform, walking out of the room and closing the door. He went down stairs to the kitchen, but already found France awake and cooking.
"Hey! I was going to cook breakfast, frog!" He fussed. Francis turned and grinned slyly at him.
"With all do respect, England, I don't think I could suffer through eating your cooking. Let alone America." Arthur's face grew red from angry.
"I'll have you know that my cooking isn't that bad! And for your information, Alfred likes my cooking!" Arthur exclaimed. He faintly heard Francis say 'It don't taste bad to you because you lost your taste buds' but he ignored it, deciding it was best to just make himself a cup of tea and try his best to enjoy the morning.
"Have you finally gave in and agreed with everyone else that your cooking sucks?" France asked, snickering.
"Shut up, twat! Being the mature gentleman I am, I dropped the arguement!" England fumed, wanting to throw something hard, and hopefully knock the bastard out.
"Well obviously you haven't dropped the arguement. Your still arguing with me, non?" This earned him a smack in the head. Before an all out war in thee kitchen, Alfred walked in.
"Ah, bonjour, Alfred! How did you sleep?" France asked, as Alfred walked over to the table.
"Oh ah, I slept fine...I want to go back to sleep though." Alfred gave Arthur the 'Why-did-you-wake-me-up-so-damn-early' look. Said person shrugged it off, but smiled.
"It was time to wake up! You already slept in!" France rolled his eyes.
"Mon cher, I don't think 9 o'clock is sleeping in. Especially for our little American here." He spoke, pulled out three plates and filling the plates with biscuits, eggs and bacon. He sat the plates down at the table and then pulled out 3 glasses, filling them with orange juice. He walked back to the table and finally sat down. Vaguelly he heard a grumbled 'thank you' from Arthur.
"Thanks!" Alfred pipped, digging into the food as if he hadn't ate in days. Well, it was apparent that he kept his appetite.
"So Alfred, how would you like to see the President tomorrow?" Arthur brought up. Alfred looked at him curiously, like he was pulling his leg.
"What? You mean like the President? Of the United States? No way!" He exclaimed, almost jumping up from his seat, partially from excitement and shock.
"Yes, that's the one. What do you say?" He asked, chuckling from Alfred's enthusiasm.
"Yeah! Of course!" Alfred grinned madly, what was left of his food forgotten.
After breakfast, the older nations got prepared for the meeting, then all three rushed out the door to America's car. While in the car, Alfred turned on the music, to the R&B station, trying to sing the lyrics to the song, but not knowing them so ended up mumbling.
It wasn't a long drive to the destination, but traffic was a bitch. They ended up backed up sitting in traffic for what seemed like hours, knowing that now they would be late for the meeting...Great.
Finally, the got to the large, elegant looking building and found a parking spot. They got out of the car and began walking up the steps to the door when the American suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong Alfred?" Arthur asked, turning around and looking at the nervous nation.
"What if they don't like me?" He asked, out of the blue. Arthur blinked. It wasn't like Alfred to be worried if people liked him or not.
"Not to worry Alfie. They will like you just fine. Most of them are actually your friends. Just stay by me and you'll be alright."
"He can always stay by me, England. He can keep my lap warm~!" Arthur shot him a glare. "You're not helping."
"O-okay.." Alfred murmured, grabbing on to Arthurs sleeve as the walked into the building. The reached the large oak double doors and paused for a moment, collecting themselves before the entered the room.
"Are you ready, poppit?" Arthur asked, glancing down at Alfred. He nodded and Arthur pushed out the thick doors. All at once, the nations in the room turned to look at the new comers. Alfred stayed behind Arthur, nervous under all the sets of eyes watching them, though Francis and Arthur didn't seem to mind.
"You're late! What to so long?" Germany barked at them. He glared at them from across the room at the podium.
"We were stuck in traffic, if you must know, Germany. We didn't intend on being late. Sorry for the trouble." Arthur uttered. He put on a pleasant smiled and began walking to his normal seat, with Alfred right at his heels. He could hear the nations whispering about Alfred, some good, and some bad.
"Oh England, why can't you tell them the truth~? You were finally getting over your sexual tensions with me~." France hummed, taking his seat.
"I was not! I swear one of these days I'm going to rip your hair our and light you of fire! So shut up, wanker!" England yelled. Alfred tugged on his sleeve and Arthur's forest green eyes meet sky blue. He whispered an apology and motioned for Alfred to sit in the seat that was beside he currently empty one.
Taking a seat along with Alfred, they looked to Germany who was waiting patiently. He opened his mouth to speak but was suddenly over whelmed with others talking.
"Oh my pasta~! Alfred is so cute~~!" Italy squealed, running over and attack hugging the young nation. Alfred's face turned red at the 'stranger' but didn't do anything to stop the strange boy.
"Comrade, become one with Russia, da?" Alfred didn't have to see the nation who just spoke, but could practically feel the aura off him. It made him shiver.
"You will NOT touch America, Russia!" England yelled, banging his hands on the table, causing some others to jump. Italy finally let go of Alfred, he breathed a sigh of relief as the boy skipped back to his seat.
"What the hell is wrong with that dumbass? Why is he so young?" Romano grumbled, glaring at Alfred. The American shrunk down in his seat.
"Yeah, why is he young?" Another voice sprung up. Soon the whole room was filled with questions, becoming unbearibly loud.
"ENOUGH! Everyone just CALM DOWN and SHUT UP!" Germany screamed. All at once, everyone shut up and turned towards the furious German. They were never going to get anything done if everyone kept yelling. It would only insure chaos.
"Now that everyone is quite, I would like to begin this meeting. We are here today for one reason. Our World Super Power has become a young teenager, and in fact has lost his memory, of everything from his history, to being a nation." Eyes turned to look at Alfred who shyly looked away.
"I'd like to say that he has had a memory come back already. Though for his age, I haven't seen any change." Arthur spoke, addressing the entire room.
"So Alfred-kun is making progress already? That is wonderful." Japan said, smiling slightly that his western friend is already beginning on the road to recovery.
"Does this effect the United States in any way?" Germany asked, still standing at the podium.
"As far as I can tell, it has not. Tomorrow, America, myself and (unfortunately) France are going to D.C. to talk with President Obama." England said. Alfred looked up at him, and he smiled reasuringly.
"Ah, I see. Anyways, I am hoping we can find a way to make America become older. Any theories or suggestions?"
"He can always come to Russia for a while. He'll grow up real fast!" The Russian giggled, and everyone around him inched away.
"Okay, let me correct myself, anyone, who isn't Russia, have any suggestions?" Germany corrected himself, glaring at Russia. Russia glared back at him for a second, 'kol-ing' before smiling creeply again.
"I say we keep him like this. He's doesn't talk and isn't shoving those greasy burgers into his mouth." China grumbled.
"I agree with China. I like it better that that idiot isn't rambling his mouth." Cuba nodded. England wanted to choke both off them but kept himself cool..Mostly.
"You bloody wankers! How can you just say that about him! He's your ally! Has he not always came to your aid whenever you needed it?" England shouted at them. They looked away as if he hadn't said anything.
Alfred just looked around at each and every nation in the room. He got over his shyness for a moment and was just plan mad that they were talking about him-well older him like that. He stood up and glared slightly at them.
"I may not remember, but I know that if either of you were in a situation like mine, I would not be saying stuff like that about you. I don't know what I though of you before, but I'm sure it wasn't any negative feelings." Alfred stared at them for a few moments before sitting down again. The others stared in shock that he actually said something, while England, France and Japan smiled at him. Plus his invisible brother, but no one could see him smile anyways.
"Artieeeee!" Alfred whined, when the meeting ended. He hadn't payed an ounce of attention after what he said to the other people who had disrespected him. It was either because he became nervous again, or he just didn't know what was going on. Not to mention Arthur and Francis fought a couple times which led to the whole room filling with chaos once again that the lemon blonde man at the front couldn't control. Was all these meetings like this? It didn't seem like they would get anything accomplished.
"What is it, Alfred?" Arthur asked, taking a hold of the boys hand, and silently wished he would stop calling him the nickname. They waited till almost half of the nations left, not wanting to be jam packed going down the hall, with them practically screaming in your ears. it was bloody annoying.
"I'm hungry...Really hungry...I saw this one place with a yellow 'm', and I was wondering if you could take me there. Please Artie? Pleeeaaaseee!" England immediately knew what the young nation was talking about and groaned inwardly. He absolutely could not stand that fast food restaurant! But...He looked at America's face. The boy looked at him with such big blue eyes in hope that he would say yes, and Arthur's stern 'no' face crumbled. He sighed.
"Oh, alright."
"Yay! Your the best Artie!" Alfred exclaimed and wrapped his arms around the older nations body. Arthur's face turned red, but he smiled in affection and rubbed Alfreds head.
"Now, lets go before I change my mind!" Arthur said, tugging Alfred along and out of the building. He faintly wondered where France had gone but got his answer as he looked inside America's car to see him grinning and waving. He rolled his eyes and when he got to the car, he opened the back door for America, then walked to the other side to get in.
"Alfred wants to go to McDonalds..." He stated simply. France gasped and almost banged his head on the window. Arthur chuckled, and drove off, on their way to Mickey D's.
Little did they know though, that a certain wintery nation was watching, planning his strike against Alfred.
A/N: So what did you think? This chapter was a little hard to write, so I apologize if the meeting wasn't as awesomely as it could have been XD Well, and I was distracted while writing this chapter. In my Social Studies class we are studying about the 9/11 attack and so I went home and around 8 or so, I started watching videos on youtube. Let me tell you, I bawled my eyes out! It was...Just terrible. Anyways, so I found this movie called 'Inside the Twin Towers' and I highly suggest that you watch it! It was amazing! I mean, it's still uber depressing, but the director did an amazing job with it. So I ended up watching that movie till about 11pm (I went down stairs about half way through the movie) but anyways, stayed up really late writing on this off and on AND I got up at 6 to write...And shower XD But here it is! Cause I love my readers :D
Anywho, review please! Your words are my fuel!