I walked into the room. I avoided eye contact with Greece. I couldn't handle a fight right now. I didn't have the energy. So avoiding him would be the best option. I was never good at holding my tongue or my fist for that matter. So if it came down to it I'd have to think up comebacks and or fire a few punches. I couldn't have anyone getting suspicious. I couldn't have anyone knowing. So I forced a smile and took a seat. I leaned back in said chair in the most content way I could think of. I set the folder of papers on the table before directing my gaze toward the arguing England and France.

I couldn't really make out what they were yelling about, but it was a good distraction. France flipped his hair and struck a pose for whatever reason. England was shouting some insult I had no clue as to what it meant though it was clear it wasn't the nicest thing in the world by the way France was reacting. America was trying his best to break them up by offering hamburgers, but he seemed to have had some second thoughts because he was eating them himself. Italy was eating some pasta dish. Germany looked rather irritated that half of the nations here were eating.

It was as chaotic as usual. I wondered for the briefest moment why I was here in the first place, but pushed that aside. I sighed lazily as I watched the show. This was better than any TV show that was for sure. If it wasn't such a risk I would have set up a camera in here and sold the footage. I was slightly surprised when a cat jumped up onto the table. It lay contently on top of my folder. Of course. I looked over.

"Is this yours?"

"Yes." Greece took his time in answering as per usual.

"Could you take it off the table? Or more specifically my folder?"

"She looks comfortable. Why should I move her?"

"Fine." I shoved the cat off the table earning a glare from Greece.

I glared back and turned away and back toward the scene that was England and France. However as soon as my back was turned a fist connected with the back of my skull. I hit the ground hard, the chair coming with me. I stayed where I was for a moment. Just processing what happened.

"Ow...Who do you think you are, brat?!" I rubbed at the back of my head.

"Che."

I weighed my options. That hurt a whole lot more than it should have. My energy was sapped enough as it was. I would rather be sleeping than be here. Dammit now I sound like Greece. If I fought back he'd notice that I didn't pack as much of a punch. However I couldn't just not retaliate. If I didn't he'd notice something was up. I had done well for the longest time in acting normal. Like nothing was wrong. Like I wasn't hiding something. I couldn't throw all of my efforts away now. He wasn't strong enough yet. If that cat freak just attacked him just to hurt me I wouldn't able to do anything and he couldn't protect himself yet. Why did this have to be so difficult? I should have just not come. Made up an excuse- no no that would also raise suspicion. Dammit!

"Are you going to lie there all day?"

"Why would you care?" I snapped.

He didn't give a response though I could feel his eyes on me. I had to do something. Or maybe I shouldn't… Why did this have to be so hard? I never had this many problems before. Damn that hurt… If only I wasn't so weak. If only the kid wasn't such a jackass. If only I would have prepared better for situations like this. How was I supposed to protect the kid if I couldn't pull it together?

"Come on… I didn't hit you that hard."

The toe of a shoe prodded at my side. Damn brat… Why couldn't he just let me be…?

"Shut up…"

Come on. Push yourself up. Do something. I pulled my leg out from under the chair. That's a start. Now hit him.

"If you're going to be such a baby about it-"

He staggered back, a hand going to his jaw. I really hope that hurt. I put all I had into that damn punch. I yanked the chair back up and seated myself in it before he could react.

"Damn brat…" I muttered.

I resisted the urge to rub my hand. Even hitting him hurt. My whole arm was aching now. What did that kid eat? I really wanted to just lie down. Just for a little while. For whatever reason he didn't do anything. Just looked me up and down. No comments. He just took his seat again. The cat eagerly jumping into his lap. Thank God… Couldn't this meeting start already? I just wanted this over with. Where the hell did America go? I swore everything was getting louder. The sound was rather disorientating.

However things went deathly silent much to my relief when Germany had had enough. I tried to keep the look off my face. Order was quickly obtained as the nation chewed everyone out. With a quick shout for America and the nation not showing it was decided that it would be started without him. I tried my best to pay attention, but it was becoming evident that I needed rest before I passed out again. My vision was wavering and my head was aching for more reasons than being hit. I needed out. Especially since the 'hero' had come back in and was spouting nonsense once again. I couldn't hold out for much longer like this. As soon as I was sure all attention was on the idiot I slipped out of the room as quietly as possible.

Using the wall I moved along at a rather unsteady pace. I was not doing well. Should have stayed home. Then I could be in bed. The kid would complain that I was being lazy again, but would go and entertain himself as per usual. I wouldn't have to deal with Greece. Or anyone for that matter.

My head was spinning… Great. Just what I needed. Come on. You can make it. You can make it up the flight of… rather tall stairs… and down a neverending hallway… This was going to be harder than I thought. You have time. Sit when needed and make it. If you don't the kid is as good as dead. Why did I have to care? Why did life Hate me? I looked up the ascent warily. So many bloody stairs. Gripping the railing I started up. One step at a time. Just one at a time. You can make it. You can make. You have to make it.

I wanted to curse at myself at how I was panting before I even made it to the top. I leaned on the wall heavily and sank down. I now hated stairs with a passion. I had no trouble with stairs a couple nights ago. Why now? I drew in a breath and attempted to let it out slowly. The kid had to be going through another growth spurt for me to feel this awful. I slowly forced myself up. My legs shook with the effort. I used to be so strong and I was brought to my knees by a kid. Sad… Just like the rest of my life. I looked down the long hall. I sighed. I really didn't want to go all the way down there. I wasn't sure I was steady enough to make it either.

"What was That?"

I looked back swift enough to make me regret it. That helped nothing. Not the pain or the dizziness.

"What are you doing following me, brat?"

"Why'd you leave in the middle of a meeting? That isn't like you and it also isn't like you to hold back either."

"Aw are you saying you're worried about me?" I mocked with a grin that I was sure didn't reach my eyes, but my mask covered it up nicely.

"As if. I was just curious as to your change in behavior."

"Curiosity Killed the Cat."

No reaction. He was just waiting for an answer that I wasn't about to give him. I couldn't hold this stare down for long though. I was tiring faster than expected. So I turned and headed down the hall. I knew it was too much to hope he didn't notice how my hand was glued to the wall, but it was better this than passing out in front of him. He followed.

"Quit following me." I snapped.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Yes. Back the fuck off or your curiosity is going to kill Your cat."

"How about why you're using the wall for support?" He grasped my arm quickly.

I tried jerking out of it, but he held on.

"Let go."

He just stared at me. Stubborn brat. I tried again with the same result. So I aimed another punch at him which he block with such ease it was insulting. He stayed silent as I struggled to get him to release me, just waiting for me to get tired of trying, I'm sure. I quit my efforts rather quickly and just glared. This continued for awhile until I felt the need to sit down. So I sunk down slowly and he followed. Still refusing to let go. I was going to bloody pass out in front of him. I could feel it poking around the corners of my mind. Well if there was nothing I could do I'd hold out with pure stubbornness. He would not get to the kid. I leaned back against the wall. I could hear him talking, but the words blurred together. First my hearing went and then my sight before I faded out for an undetermined amount of time.

The reason for this story was pure boredom. Sure a little oc but this is kind of fun. I hope you all enjoy it if just a little.