England sighed, walking down the strangely empty hall of the building where they were supposed to be having their meeting. He was the host country this time, so it was natural he would be early, but surely there'd still be countries like Germany already there...?
It had been a month. A month of pretty much everyone, even his so called 'closest friends', avoiding him. They would talk to each other quietly, but the moment he entered the room they would immediately stop.
Did...Did he do something...? Sure, England was cynical and sarcastic, but he was sure he didn't do anything that would make everyone stop talking to him completely! All he had been getting for the past few weeks were a few polite greetings from Japan, and the occasional half hearted insult from France.
Even America wasn't talking to him.
If everyone was really avoiding him that much, would they even bother coming to the meeting? Should he even go himself? If everyone was just going to ignore him...
England stopped outside the door. Why was no one talking to him? What did he do, exactly? One day, everything was completely normal, the next it seemed like America, France and...um...America's brother were hiding something from him. America saying that it had nothing to do with him...That had actually hurt quite a bit.
He had decided that he could talk to Japan about it, since he was friends with America and might of known what was going on. But when he did finally get to the Japanese man's house, America was there too. They then both told him that he had to leave!
Was America the one who made everyone start to avoid me...? England couldn't help but ask himself. Why the bloody hell would he do that? Is this revenge for not letting him eat ice-cream in the meeting last time?
He lifted his hand half heartedly to open the door. What's the point? England sighed as his hand slowed to a halt besides the door handle. I don't know why...But it's obvious that everyone's avoiding me...
Before he knew it, he started walking away from the meeting room. It didn't matter if he showed up or not if everyone was just ignoring him. He could get one of his brothers to fill in for him, the other nations would probably talk to them.
He had nearly reached the stairs, until he bumped into someone familiar "Sorry, I-..." he started, but trailed off when he saw the face of the country in front of him. "Oh, it's you" he finished coldly.
America blinked at him in surprise. "England?" he asked "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in the meeting room...?"
"So you're actually talking to me now" England replied coolly "Not that it matters to me. If you must know, I'm going home"
"Wha-?" America jerked back as he fully started to understand England's answer "B-but why, Iggy? What about the meeting?"
"I'll just have one of my brothers fill in for me" England said, making his way to walk past the American. Except America side stepped, so that he was standing in front of England again. The Brit tried to get past again, but the same thing happened. "Why do you care if I go to the meeting or not all of a sudden?"
"Why wouldn't I care?" America's face softened. "Did something happen? Is that why?"
England laughed, a hard chuckle that contained no trace of warmth or joy. "'Did something happen?' How can you ask me that?"
"I-...What are you talking about?"
"You should know" England said "You and pretty much the rest of the world have been avoiding me for a month! Hardly anyone has even spoken to me!" he rested his steely gaze on the American nation's alarmed eyes. "And I'm sure that you had something to do with it"
America was too shocked to answer at first, and barely even noticed England barge past him. "E-England, wait!" he shouted, realising that the Brit was already half way down the stairs. "I-it's not what you think!"
"Oh, shut up!" England yelled back. "I don't know why you suddenly care now, but I don't want to hear any of your damn, useless excuses. Just leave me alone. You've done a pretty good job of that for the past few weeks" England tried to sound angry, cold. But he couldn't keep the quiet sob out of his voice.
America didn't bother running dow the stairs and instead jumped over the side, landing on his feet easily, now in front of England again. "Just listen!" he begged, firmly putting his hands on both of the walls at his side so that England couldn't get past again "We weren't avoiding you! Not on purpose at least!"
"Then what else could you of possibly been doing?" England hated how he almost seemed to scream, but couldn't stop himself from spilling out the hurt that had been building up for the past month "What else could of possibly made everyone stop talking to me completely? What could of possibly made everyone ignore me? What could of possibly made everyone talk about me behind my back?"
"Go to the meeting" America said simply, completely calm "Go to the meeting now, and you'll find out why"
England looked back up to the top of the stairs uncertainly, but turned back to the American, scowling. "I don't know what kind of trick this is, but I'm not falling for it! Let me past!"
"No" America said stubbornly "You want to know what we've been doing, right? Then go to the meeting"
The two of them glared at each other for what could of easily been five minutes, barely blinking at all.
"Okay" England said out of no where "I'll go" he started to climb up the stairs, walking up slowly...Before turning around suddenly, jumping at the American in a futil attempt to get past.
But America was expecting this, grabbing England's shoulder with one hand, and blocking the half hearted punches England threw at him with the other with ease.
"...I thought we were friends" England sounded so sad that America immediately let go of the Brit's shoulder in surprise. "I know that we've fought against each other in two wars, I know that we argue a lot, but I really thought we were friends..."
"England..." America sighed "You're really not going to go to the meeting willingly, are you?" he smiled slightly as England shook his head. "Okay then"
England yelped as America suddenly pushed one of his arms behind England's knees, forcing him to fall back, supporting the British nation's back with the other as he lifted him up bridal style. "Y-you..." England managed to croak, too shocked to even fight back "What are you doing...?"
"You said you're not going to the meeting willingly" America shrugged "So I'm carrying you"
"Wha...?" England started to struggle uselessly "Git! Yank! Put me down right now!"
"No way, Iggy!" America laughed, now walking back up the stairs. England continued to struggle, but found that America's hands might as well of been made of metal as they refused to release the Brit.
"Put...Me...Down...!" England yelled one last time as they finally stopped in front of the meeting room. This time America did, keeping a firm hand on England's shoulder so that he couldn't run away.
"Okay, Iggy! You want to know why we were avoiding you? Well here you go!" the doors swung open as America declared the last part loudly, revealing the room that had once been a place for business.
Balloons littered the floor and ceiling, all the diferent colours of the rainbow and more. A few vases of roses were placed on the table, which was also covered in...presents?
"Baaah...?" England made a faint noise that could of belonged to a sheep. A sheep that was having trouble comprehending what was in front of it.
"Happy Birthday!" Every country that England hadn't been in a major fight with for the past few years jumped out from behind curtains and from under the table, a few even jumping up from behind England to join in with the American's happy chime.
"Wha...?" the petrified sheep noise started to sound more like an actual word.
"Happy Birthday!" America repeated, grinning wildly at England's bewildered expression.
England looked around the room, wide eyed. "It's...not my birthday..." he said finally.
"Well, yeah, we know that" America rolled his eyes "But we didn't know when your birthday was! Hell, do you even know?"
"I..." England began thoughtfully "Well..."
"See?" The wide grin was back.
"England-san!" Japan suddenly ran up to greet the Brit. "Happy Birthday. I'm sorry I couldn't say anything, but it was a 'surprise' birthday party, so..."
"...I barely even talk to half of the people here" England said distantly, gesturing to the countries who were now chatting to each other excitedly.
This time it was France who flounced up to greet them "Well, you see Angleterre," he started, a little sheepishly "Canada and I told Prusse about the party, and he told everyone else...They all came to us saying they wanted to be involved..." France laughed, soon joined by the Prussian (ex) nation.
"You're lucky the awesome me did tell everyone!" Prussia's grin was wider then the American's, if that was even possible. "This party would of been way too small otherwise"
"...There's no way Germany agreed to this" England said with a slight shake of the head.
"Yeah, well it's amazing how agreeable West becomes once he's hand a few beers..." it was then that England noticed the German dancing at the back of the room to no apparent music, who was at the same time trying to force Italy to drink with him.
England stared around the room again, still having trouble understanding what was in front of him. A few faries waven to him from a corner. "Why would you...?"
"'Cause I was pissed at you" America pouted "You've only ever been to my birthday partys twice. Out of over two hundred! So I wanted to show you what it'd be like if I never went to your birthday"
"But..." England blinked "You are here"
"Yeah, well..." America seemed to realise his own mistake, but then smiled "It's a good thing I did! You were about to leave! And anyway, there's always next time!"
England sighed "I...don't really like parties that much..."
"Iggy..."
"But..." he smiled "I suppose if you went through all of this trouble, I might as well stay...just for a little while though.
America beamed at the smaller nation "Hell yeah!" he shouted, grabbing England's arm. "Come on! Let's go see what everyone got you!"
England winced at the American's tight grip, but didn't struggle. Instead he laughed as America handed him the largest present on the table. It might not of been his actual birthday, but it was still a party. You were supposed to have fun at parties, right?
Yeah...I wanted to finish this early...Sorry, but I was getting kind of...bored of this story...But at the same time, I didn't want to leave it unfinished forever, so I gave it a quick ending with a tiny USUK theme XD Again, sorry. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think :)