Chapter 3}

He stepped into the meeting room, his eyes locking onto the far wall as he walked to his seat, ignoring the greetings from the other countries. He was almost to his seat when France walked up behind him, throwing his arm around Arthur's shoulders, saying something to the Englishman that he didn't comprehend; his mind focused on getting to his chair and trying to tune everything out until the meeting was over and he could go home. Arthur slowly turned and looked at France, stopping in his tracks before asking calmly to be let go of, or at least he thought so, his words seemingly never reaching his own ears. He watched with his locked-eyes as Francis' smile dropped and his arm slid off, a glint of worry and something else present in the blue eyes of the french nation. England, with or without a thank you he didn't know, continued to walk to his seat. Once there he stared at the wall across from him. After a few minutes the nation appointed to sit across from him. His eyes slightly widening when he saw it was Alfred.

The American nation looked what must be a mirror of himself; a complete mess. His bomber jacket was slightly disheveled, tie askew and hair ruffled to the point Arthur could barely distinguish Nantucket from the rest of his hair. His glasses were halfway down his nose and his eyes which were locked with the English nation's were almost completely deprived of their normal luster and shine. His mouth a frown unlike his normal, seemingly ever-bearing, smile.

The eye-locked two nations did no notion to move or speak to one another, just staring at each other with almost blank expressions, the only exception being they both displayed internal pain with their overall appearance.

Germany came up to America's seat and said something to him, having to raise his voice for Alfred to even turn his head and blankly stare at the nation. Germany said something almost angrily and Alfred said a single word, making Germany raise his voice again as Alfred snapped at him, the two continuing to argue as France, seated next to him, finally all-but screamed into his ear.

"ARTHUR."

The nation in question turned slowly, eyes lingering on the arguing nations across from him as long as possible before looking up at Francis.

"What happened after you left drunk with Alfred?" Arthur scoffed, folding his arms and slumping in his chair as he looked back at the opposite now-empty chair, not bothering to look around to find either of the two nations who had occupied the immediate area around it not but 30 seconds before.

"What? It's a simp-"

"I confessed."

I could see out of my peripheral vision that he froze, tensing up at my words. I let out a sigh and sunk back further into my seat, my lips pouting out slightly.

"I wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't ever supposed to confess. Ever. I was going to keep it all to myself. Because I knew if I did that something bad would happen and look what's happening now. This is because of my drinking problem I really need to quit don't I? Damnit why can't I learn to stop drinking more than what's lethal to humans I mean come no-"

"How did he react Arthur." I swallowed thickly and turned to him, a irritated frown adoring my face at equally because of being interrupted and because of the question itself.

"I can't remember. Nothing. It's just not there. I can't remember what he said that got me to say what I did in the first place."

He frowned, eyes darting to something behind me, making him respond quickly.

"How did you wake up?" I let out a sigh and looked back at Alfred's empty chair.

"Curled up with him."

"Well it doesn't sound like it went bad..."

"The point is that I didn't tell him, no, the alcohol did that for me."

Francis' hushed and I could feel him glaring at the side of my head, without bothering to turn to look I spoke.

"What?"

"You're an idiot." I whipped my head around and stared at him.

"What?" He laughed a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me laugh and shook his head, clenching his jaw to the side for a second before looking back to me.

"He's so in love with you and you both finally get over yourselves -with the help of alcohol or not what you two said was true-"

"I never said he confessed Francis, he didn't for-"

"All you can remember. Come on Arthur, if there is one thing that could get you to crack and spill the beans it's if he confessed before you; and he wasn't drunk you know. "

I swallowed again, my eyes darting back and forth at point on the table as I thought about it; it's true. If there is one thing that could get me to confess it would be his confession...

My thoughts were interrupted by Germany calling the meeting to the pathetic excuse we call a 'order'.

I stared at him throughout the meeting, neither of us standing up to talk, both using the excuse that we had nothing new to report. He never looked over at me, no matter how intensely and long as I stared, not even a glance.

I figured out during the length of the meeting that Germany and Al had been arguing because Alfred was supposed to run the meeting but said he wouldn't. I would have rathered he had; when it came to be my turn he would have had to talk to me, even if it wasn't the topic that needed to be talked about.

I sub-consciously noticed that the meeting was coming to a close as my thoughts were plagued of how exactly I was going to ask Alfred if he confessed to me in return.

A few minutes after noticing, the meeting did close and Alfred was quick to get up and hurry out, but I was just as quick.

I rushed to beat him to the door but wasn't quick enough, he slipped out into the hallway as I called out to him.

"Alfred! Al slow down I just need to talk to yo-" I ran into him as I rounded the hallways corner, making myself bounce back and stumble onto my arse.

"What? What could you possibly want from me after throwing me out?"

I blinked up at him, mouth open slightly as he glared down with icy blue eyes.

"Alfred, I just need to know if you confe-"

"Oh, so you care now?"

"Alfred ple-"

"Arthur, you threw me out."

"Alfred I just need to you-"

"I don't understand. Everything was perfect, exactly the way I could have wished for it to come out and you ruined it ny freaking out when I was trying to explain. Artie I'm not mad, I'm just really confused. I thought that after you confessed that-that," He left out a huff as I got to my feet.

"That we could finally be together. I just don't understand why you reacted the way you reac-Hmmpf!"

I grabbed onto his jacket and pulled him down to my level and crashed our lips together, but not too hard as to hurt either of us.

He tensed up, his arms out and his hands frozen as they hovered to the sides of my upper arms. As I started to pull away he moves his lips against mine, his arms wrapping around me under my arms. I slid my hands up the front of his jacket and clasped them together behind his neck pulling him down further, tilting my head to the right and up while I rose o my tip-toes and pressing us closer together.

It probably wouldn't have stopped for a while if France hadn't loudly cleared his throat to the left of us. We jumped apart and looked at him, wiping off the wetness on our lips with our sleeves.

"Well. Nice to see you worked things out you two, and although it's a lovely/ show, I must kinda request for you two to move somewhere more private."

I blinked at him with a slightly blank expression, the only emotion showing was a mix or boredom and annoyance.

"Fuck off." I said before pushing him to the floor and grabbing Alfred for another kiss.

End

A/N Time.

Muahahaha.

This fic has been in the need to be written since last year.

._.

So It's nice to FINALLLLLLLLLLY be posting the final chapter. (Or is it?)

No it probably is...

Unless I get a rapid demand for a sequel/epilogue...

Anyways. Think was fun to write, and I'm sorry for not DOING anything with it in FOREVER, but it's all good now. :D

Uh. See you in the next one guys!