Andria sat on the bed opposite of Alfred's with a slight frown, both their suitcases empty from their clothes, as their clothes were scattered on the floor from the randomest fight in history from the country of freedom and liberty for throwing clothes for no apparent reason. Thus getting all their clothes wrinkled and messed up.
Andria sighed ran a hand through her long hair as she thought to herself, how did she exactly interact with other…countries? There should be a rule book or something, like an instruction manual. That would help her greatly. But she supposed that would be something on her own she would have to figure out. How the hell world leaders did this was beyond her. Maybe they didn't talk? That would possibly explain some things, like World War II or maybe World War I. She tilted her head in thought, crossing her arms over her chest as well. So, maybe dictators forced their way and beat their country silly for something? She tried to imagine this, but only got the image of her beating a chibi Alfred with a newspaper shouting at him to do his damn homework.
Where…?
Why…? Hell….why the hell—never mind
Nope…she wasn't going to question where the hell she got that image from. She thought it could possibly be the fact that Alfred showed her too much anime whenever he found or saw her. Speaking of which…
"Hey Alfred."
"Yeah Andria?"
"Where do you get so much of that anime stuff or…cartoon thingies from anyways?" She really didn't know what to call them. They were just cartoons right— "They aren't cartoon thingies! They are awesome animes from Japan! He's a cool dude man!"
A blank stare was her only response. Alfred pouted as he tried to explain the amazing awesome of Japanese anime. They so weren't cartoon thingies! They were awesome! Man…he wished his people could produce something as awesome as that. What would that do? In his opinion and maybe to the minds to everyone else, make that show South Park more awesome and more violent! Or maybe they could do that to the Simpsons!
"No…I doubt they would do that…I think the public would complain."
What…? Crap…he was thinking out loud again, wasn't he?
"Yes, you are"
Alfred pouted, "Dammit…how much of my thoughts did you hear?"
"If I said some, would you believe me?"
He laughed and smiled cheekily, "Not really, no"
"Then I heard all of it" Andria smiled to him, earning a bright white smile to be flashed her way. She shook her head with a soft smile. If he could, which in fact she was sure he would, he would be Captain America. He would fit that part so perfectly.
Sitting back against the wall on her bed she spoke, "Alfred…how long is this meeting supposed to be? I'm talking, days, hours...how long?"
Alfred hummed, noting Andria was getting to the subject of the meeting once more, he noticed that she hadn't brought it up yet at any time after they had come to the hotel. She seemed to be in thought and curious on what it would be like, he knew it would be like that, after all. Most of his mafia children were always so interested in his meetings, she was no different. But knowing her, she wouldn't question until way later so she was sure they were both relaxed and at ease, Alfred did like that, because Andria knew when the moment was right and when it wasn't.
"Well…I guess, to sum most of it up in one saying, most meetings are long, most last a few days or a week at most. Almost like walking into a Congress meeting or watching the House of Representatives talk out things. Sometimes they're dull because we're trying to fix the main problems with the world."
"Fix problems with the world huh? If that's the case Alfred, why can't you all go to therapy? I mean, you all need it if you say that a meeting ends up with a fight. Because this sounds like a bad case of a fucked up family thing or something…maybe you all should go to anger management"
Alfred laughed loudly at her comments, he agreed a bit with her reasonings. They all did need therapy, but they would never admit it, "No! It can't be fixed just like that, it's just a national problem that we all have to work out and agree together to find a good and easy solution to end the problem Andria."
"Bahhh…damn political way of doing that then, am I right?"
"Basically…"
Andria rolled her eyes, "Politics" at that statement Alfred grinned to her, they both knew that she herself hated politics, it was corrupt in her mind and a few others. Andria leaned back from her spot and looked to him, listening and hanging onto each word the World Super Power spoke as he started to go on about the meetings and how they went. Personally, to her, they sounded boring as hell, she didn't envy the fact that the personification of America had to go through that hell. Andria silently contemplated on things and listened more, her mind silently questioned on other much needed ideas that needed attention too, besides World Hunger or Global Warming. Don't get her wrong, she thought those things should be taken care of right away because everyone needed to put their foot down for things like that so it won't continue on. But that matter laid with the people and the people alone, as much as she hated to admit it, it was true. It all depended on them if they wanted to change. Their choice was if they wanted to stop World Hunger, stop the increasing worry and paranoia over Global Warming, gave the animals in animal shelters good homes, gave homeless people a place to live and help them onto their feet, gave jobless people jobs or gave orphaned kids the right homes to people who couldn't have or the people who wanted children. It was all up to the people, always. But most are so damned selfish and care about themselves they wouldn't help. It was the main reason, why so much weight of the world problems rested on their countries' shoulders
She frowned at the thought, the whole world was all damn screwed up to hell, all because people didn't want to change their ways, change their minds, changing anything. They were all stubborn. They were all afraid of change. They all feared to take that step forward. But everyone was able to take that step forward, humanity could get rid of the fears, the anxiety and paranoia of change and every other thing if they actually cared to try. Problem was and still is if no one did a thing; was that if they don't accept change or accept the fact that they could do something, how will things work to a good thing and outcome?
Looking at her country, Andria couldn't help but feel sad and feel bad for him, he wasn't able to help his people in times of crisis if they wouldn't even help themselves. He was alone and isolated to himself on his own small island in the dark, shunned from everything else. No one else in the world was willing to help. They thought he was obnoxious, granted he was at times but not on purpose. He couldn't help it. It was just a personality he had, a front he had to put up because that was how most of his own people were like. But it didn't mean he was too, but they never saw that. They never saw that he was just a simple, calm, silly -most of the time when he was in a happy mood-, a great listener, handsome, sweet, caring, carefree, protective of his younger brother, compassionate and a wonderful person to be around.
A light blush made it to her cheeks as she realized what she was thinking, before she laughed it off to herself; gaining a curious look from the country. She smiled a bit and seemed to wave it off, saying that it was nothing. Alfred seemed to accept it before smiling and continuing, giving her a bit of time to think, it made her blush a bit realizing that she had made it sound like she was typing up a dating resume for him or that liked him like that. Hell, she did sound like it as she replayed the thought to herself but no she thought, 'Its just the opposite, I'm just thinking about the good things about my country and what other countries thought of him.' well besides what she supposed his younger sibling she heard about, they didn't care to know about, he knew the other true side of Alfred.
"Hey! Let's get some room service huh?" Alfred looked excited and bounced a bit in his hotel bed.
"Depends what you're getting Alfred…it wouldn't happen to be some foreign ice cream or something along those lines and...oh I don't know, eat those said things without me, would it? Because if that's the case, I will have to take away ice cream privileges if you're not sharing." Sticking her tongue out playfully Andria grabbed the phone from Alfred immediately before the blonde American could pull back away from her close proximity.
.
"H-hey! N-no fair! I-i was so gonna share man! I swear!"
"Oh? You swear? I'm afraid I'll have to revoke you of ice cream privileges just for swearing" it was obvious the young woman was teasing her companion if her tone was anything to go by.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" with that, he let out a loud war cry, tackling his mobster off her bed, determined to get the phone from her 'evil' clutches, even if he had to resort…to that. His most dangerous weapon, even to her.
"C'monnnn Andriaaaaaaa! Gimmieeeeee!"
"Nope, not a chance Jones" She grinned to him playfully, her cold grey eyes held the same emotion as her grin.
That's it! Time to resort to it! His own weapon of destruction against her.
Without warning, he started to mercilessly tickle Andria's sides, getting small giggles from her which immediately turned into full blown laughter, "A-ahahahahah! N-no! N-not tickling Alfred! I-i'm extremely ticklish!" She started to flail and tried to squirm away from him; sadly for Andria, Alfred's hands followed her, tickling more and more until she began to shout out loud, "O-okay! I-i give! You're the winner! You're the king Al-alfred! You win!"
Alfred smirked and seemed victorious before taking the phone out of the out of breath mobster's hands.
"I am the awesome winner Andria. You can't beat the king of tickle fests, now bow to me my loser of the ticklefest!"
"If only, if only Alfred, but sadly I don't bow to you silly" panting lightly, Andria buried her slightly red face into the carpet, feeling a bit tired. She got up and poked her country's forehead, gaining a curious look as he held the phone close, "Alfred I'm going to get sleep for tomorrow alright?"
Receiving a nod and 'Got it'
Andria got up from her spot on the floor and turned to her bed, which was right behind Alfred. She flopped onto it with a soft plop, not even bothering to pull the blanket and sheets back. As Andria closed her eyes and felt her body ease into the soft mattress, she had a feeling tomorrow was going to be the longest day of her life besides the day she was stuck with Laurence having a poker tournament with him and the other mobsters. Now that was some serious shit. Thoughts drifting away, the female mobster felt herself fall into a dreamless sleep, forgetting about the world conference and everything else.
/this is a border! :O/
"Wake up Andria, wake up!"
Clap clap!
…what the hell?
"Wake up Andria, wake up!"
Clap clap!
Was she at a baseball game or something? If so, who was playing and why the hell were they shouting her name—
"Wake up Andria, wake up!"
Clap clap!
Dammit, it was too early for this shit. Groaning tiredly, Andria buried her face into her pillows again, pushing whatever was close to her away from her form.
"Wake up Andria, wake up!"
Clap clap!
Maybe if she didn't move and make a noise, the noise would stop. So she waited and stayed silent and still.
…
Silence
…
Coast clear? Oh thank god that was ov—god dammit!
"Wake up Andria~! We have less then thirty minutes to leave and run to the meeting!" Andria turned over and glared at Alfred before freezing as she processed the words into her head.
Meeting…? What the fu—oh my sweet zombie jesus! The meeting!
Getting up with what seemed to be at lightning speed, Andria ran to the bathroom and started the shower as she quickly tossed her clothes off, shouting to her friend/nation, "Alfred can you run to get coffee!?" She barely closed the door behind her and hopped into the shower as she waited for his reply.
"Already on it!" A loud slam of the door, notified the raven haired female the other left. His shout had reassured her slightly, now it left her time to get clean.
She started to cleanse her body quickly, as she was not one to take her time for showers, and began to lather shampoo into her hair before soon rinsing it out then she ran conditioner through her hair making her smile a bit. The hot water did wake her slightly, which was good. Her mind raced, soon realizing and focusing on the matter at hand. She really should've asked Alfred on what time the meeting started so they wouldn't be in such a rush and they would have been more prepared. A grimace crossed her face; damn, she felt bad, she was making him late, well later if she didn't hurry. Rinsing her hair free of conditioner, she began to wash and rinse the soap suds, Andria got out and grabbed a towel from the towel rack, drying her hair off and running into the room to get dressed, not caring on what happened, she needed to hurry the hell up, she was so enraptured into her rushing she didn't hear the door open as she mentally shouted at herself to find her clothes.
Okay, clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes, where are you, you sons of bitche—
"Okay, I got coffee Andria! So don't worry about aaa—AHHHHH! Oh god, I'm sorry!"
"Holy fucking crap Alfred! Don't you knock!?"
"I forgot! W-wait! This is our hotel room, why do I need to knock!? I shouldn't have too!"
"Because I am getting dressed dummy! I just got out of the shower, think ahead Alfred! And—God dammit quit staring at my breasts Alfred! My eyes are up here where the damn towel is! Look up you pervert!"
"Well quit putting your hands where your breasts are Andria! It's kind of hard not look down when you put your hands there like that!"
"Oh so you can look!? Hell no Alfred!"
"Well I'm just—ouch! Ow! Quit throwing clothes at me!"
"I'll throw the suitcase when I run out of clothes dammit! And quit complaining, they're just clothes you baby! Now, out out out! Give me five minutes!"
"Fine! I will!"
"Good! Thanks for the damn coffee!"
"No problem! Nice body!"
Andria's face turned dark red and she glared at him, grabbing her suitcase Andria chucked it at the country who was blushing as well before shouting loudly, "ALFRED!"
A loud slam was heard, letting her know that the suitcase had hit the door hard as Alfred had hightailed it so he didn't get his small mobster angered more. Andria sighed as she started to throw on her clothes, she tugged her towel off and wrapped it around her hair so she could dry it faster.
Dammit.
Her face was dark red from blushing too much because of the encounter. Okay, shouting out at each other in anger and embarrassment was bad for both of them and she knew it . Especially since people from up, down and next door were now shouting at them too, only to shut them the hell up. Pulling the towel off her head when she thought it was dry enough, Andria shook her head, causing some small bits of water to leave her hair. Making sure no water was left in her hair once more, Andria just left it down before placing her gray fedora on. she stood before the closet mirror and checked herself out.
Grey suit?
Check.
Black tie?
Check.
White dress shirt?
Check.
Guns? Checking her sides, Andria looked down to see where two precious black handguns hid before she kneeled down and pulled up her pant leg, placing one more gun there before standing up and putting a spare gun in the back pocket. She chuckled lightly and grinned, prepared be damned, she was ready to take on anything with the guns hidden on her person. So she mentally said one thing, 'Guns are a big check.'
Knife?
Patting down her left from pants pocket, she nodded in approval as she felt the firm handle of her trusty combat knife.
Double check.
As she finished she hummed softly, "Now don't fuck up, stand up and make sure no one fucks with our country...stay quiet and listen to orders, be respectful, show force when necessary...and above all else, don't take shit from anyone else" saying her own soft words to herself, she nodded in approval once more before turning and swiftly running to the door to meet up with Alfred. Alfred immediately got up and grinned to her as Andria walked out, she smiled a bit and kept the door open before speaking softly, "Got the card key to here Alfred?"
"Yeah"
"Good…never speak of what happened here...ever" Her tone was firm as she shut the door, her cold grey eyes bore into his bright blue eyes as he nodded with a small chuckle.
"Done, don't need to tell me twice Andria..."
Both Americans ran out to down the hall, going to the nearest stairwell. Both knew they had no time for a damn elevator, it would take longer. They both ran fast and hard down the stairwell, to the lobby and into the cold frosty air of Russia to their destination. The world conference.
/this is a border :O/
The United Kingdom, better known as Britain or his human alias; Arthur Kirkland. Was less than amused as he noticed his former colony not there, he was late again. Honestly, that boy, no that idiot of a country was always late for something important, if he wasn't called in for something serious, he would be on time, but sadly, it wasn't the case. Britain scowled to himself and glared at France next to him, who seemed particularly oblivious to the British nation's growing ire. If it wasn't something, it was always something else and it was idiotic when it involved America. Sometimes he wondered if he made the right choice of raising the brat at all. He sniffed and huffed, scowling a bit more thinking one thing, 'of course!' he knew he did a bloody good job, his younger brother happened to be rebellious and pushed away from him, and look at him now, he was an idiot and a loud obnoxious one at that. Britain mentally scowled and patted himself on the back, he was a great big brother! He bloody hell did a better job than the frog or what the Nordics could have ever done! Bloody gits, the lot of them.
A loud slam of the meeting doors had gotten every country's attention who was there and slightly impatient on waiting for the American country, all heads snapped towards the door and glared at the young country. Only to falter at what they saw, they were slightly floored at the sight. There holding onto the door handle with his left hand as if it was a lifeline; was America, out of breath and slightly flushed from the cold and running, his cheeks and nose were rosy red. That did get some attention of the countries present, most were surprised, wondering one thing, 'he ran...all the way here to the meeting?' But what caught most of the world's countries attention was the person holding onto his arm, out of breath, their irregular breathing matched America's as they both tried to catch their breath. The fedora that was on the stranger covered their eyes along with the dark chocolate black hair covering some of the stranger's face. It was obvious to everyone on one thing, the mystery character that held onto the personification tightly, was a young woman, if the obviously visible bust was anything to go by.
Alfred gave a weak wave to everyone at the large table as he tried to catch his breath, his hair was tousled and covered with some snowflakes, "H-hey guys, s-sorry we're late"
The woman that held onto his arm panted softly, she slowly straightened her posture as she glanced up to the country she held onto, countries that were the closest to them, briefly cold grey eyes before she leaned up, a hand covered her mouth as America leaned down slightly. She began speaking to him in a soft tone as she slowly regained her breath, her whispering was soft as most tried to listen in, even with the silence, no one could catch a word being said. Everyone began to grow even more confused as hell as the young country gave a tilt of his head and smiled in the slightest, listening to her attentively, he seemed to nod a bit before pulling back to look down to her with a grin.
One thing passed through everyone's mind, 'What in the hel—
"Haha, right! Of course, we have to get this meeting started right? How silly of me, we made everyone wait too" he turned to the entire room and apologized with a big smile, shocking most thinking he wouldn't even apologize, even more so, the young woman nodded as well, showing a silent apology before she followed the blonde American to his seat. As the countries watched her, they all took note in her posture; it was still straight and fully confident as she strode after him, her strides held purpose and meaning, she was attentive and aware of everything around them. This caused a few eyebrows to be raised at how her body language spoke to them, they were all silently questioning and curious, wondering why he was letting a human to actually attend this meeting and not his own boss. They studied her posture as she sat down, even when she sat down it still was full of everything they noted when she walked. Even though her posture was the same, she kept head down purposely, so no one could get a glimpse of the mysterious person. She then leaned back into the chair, staying quiet, intent to learn and listen.
Germany sighed and shook his head, he felt a migraine slowly grow from this new turn of events, he didn't even know what to say for this. Not even wanting to bother with this at the moment, he needed to start the World Conference, Germany decided silently that he would talk to America when their 15 minute break started later on, mostly to question and interrogate him on why the hell he brought a human woman to the meeting and not his a small stress filled sigh, Germany stood up and spoke out loud to get the meeting in order and quiet everyone down. Which was oddly strange since everyone was actually quiet for once, but then again he mused. They were all just staring at the two Americans at the table who seemed to not care that all the stares were directed to them.
During some part of the meeting, America had raised his hand to comment on something about money, only to be shot down by Britain, a harsh tone left the Brit as he gazed boredly at the young country, "And why do we want to hear about your boorish idea git? It has probably has something obvious to do about a hero and something utterly preposterous and stupid, am I right?"
"N-no, not really dude, I just wanted to sugges—"
"Git! Do you think we have time to listen to your ideas of you blabbering on about superheroes? Let's move on to someone else with more reasonable ideas"
"B-but Iggy—!"
"No 'buts!', no one wants to hear your bloody idea, so put your hand down and stay quiet for once git!"
As this exchange was happening, everyone was looking back and forth from Britain to America, their eyes darted from one country to the other, watching the exchange. No one ever noticed the young woman that came with America begin twitch slightly or frown with each shot and jab to her country, her lips pursed into a frown as she listened more and her posture stiffened a bit. Well no one noticed except for Southern Italy and Russia who happened to be in the two seats in front of her, their eyes watched her curiously as she seemed to grow more agitated.
The personification of Southern Italy, better known as Lovino 'Romano' Vargas, just raised an eyebrow as his normal scowl on his face seemed to deepen noticing her change, it was very interesting, she was so calm and attentive this whole meeting, interested in every word they had to say up until now. He had one conclusion though, whatever it was that began to agitate the young human woman, it seemed to set something off in his mind and it made him slightly weary as well as curious, he felt like he had seen this behavior before at home, but he just couldn't exactly place it.
The personification of Russia, known as Ivan Braginski, on the other hand began to grin slightly in amusement as America's and Britain's words got louder; one trying to put his input in while the other kept shooting the other down. His light violet eyes gazed at the strange woman watchining as the young female seemed to frown more and seem to growl softly under her breath. He silently chuckled to himself as he watched her, the woman seemed ready to pounce to him Interesting human, he silently mused. She seemed to react to the way the two countries were talking, well, more like one shouting as the other tried to speak out and speak his reasons.
Though before Germany could get up to stop the English speaking countries, by shouting at the dunderheads, the mysterious woman got up swiftly and stalked forward from her chair to Britain, her strides were quick and fast before she reached the country engrossed at shouting at her country. She then grabbed the Brit's wrist tightly, looking up at him with a dark scowl resting on her features, her cold grey eyes glared at him, causing the British country to pause and look down to her and scowl. Everyone who was watching seemed to lean forward slightly, their eyes took in the scene with great interest, wondering what was going to happen next.
"What is it you that you want git?"
This comment and question alone had got the woman's scowl to deepen more as well as her growing ire and agitation towards Britain. She spoke harsh and firm, her voice was piercing even to the most oblivious of countries there, "Stop this petty fighting between you two and let my god damn country speak you asshole. He actually has an idea that could possibly help you and you're just shooting him down. What kind of meeting is this if you don't even let him fucking put in his ideas? Let him speak or else this will get ugly real fucking fast"
Britain swore his eyebrow started to twitch in irritation at this woman. Was this human woman daft or something? Surely she wasn't as stupid as the git, but judging from the scowl sent at him, he was believing it, believing that this woman that was brought over to the meeting with his former colony was an idiot as well, "Please…go sit down poppet, this isn't an affair that you should even be involved with. Bloody hell, I don't even know why the wanker even let you come here"
"Poppet? Did you just call me poppet? I am nothing of a 'poppet' you asshat" her eyes narrowed into a dark glare, as she seemed to growl lowly in her throat from his other comment, "And an affair that I shouldn't be involved with? This is my fucking country! Don't fucking tell me I can't get involved with my own damn country, you don't know half the shit you're saying! At least I'm willing to stand by my country every step of the way until the day I decide to drop dead, unlike you." she sneered and let go of his wrist, her glare got colder as she stood up to her full height to glare up at him. Her height wasn't much compared to most people, she barely met America's chest, "You probably wouldn't even follow after him from what I can tell you wanker" she laughed harshly as she said the word, "I, on the other hand, will gladly follow after him. He's a true leader and he knows exactly what he is doing, which I probably can't say for the most of you 'people', which is saying much. You are all countries for christ's sake! If you guys really are supposed to be solving the world's problems through this meeting, then why the hell won't you listen to your own if they're trying to suggest an idea for you all, huh!?" she glared at Britain as her anger grew even more, it was obvious that she was pissed off.
Britain scowled at the young woman, who in his eyes, was growing more and more stupider the way she was speaking, "Now you listen here girl.You have no reason to meddle in business that isn't even your problem to begin with. So sit down like any good girl and be quiet, it would do everyone a favor, me especially. Heavens knows you should be back into the kitchen like any other woman should"
The few female countries that were there, glared darkly at the British country as he spoke the last sentence out loud, unknowingly provoking anger from them all. The male countries seemed to sense the ever growing tense atmosphere of the room and glanced at the women. The ones that were next to said women, immediately scooted their chairs away from them, afraid of their wrath, knowing their wrath would be worse than anything imagined.
The woman before Britain, laughed coldly, her head leaned back slightly as they stared each other down "Oh ho…like any other woman should? Do I should be in the goddamn kitchen? Do I?"
"Yes you daft woman. Or do you have so much hamburger clogging everywhere in your arteries that they clogged your blasted ears up as well?"
The woman laughed again, it sounded cold and harsher than any wind in Russia's lands, it made everyone shiver except for America. Who, on the other hand, was staring at his citizen with a slight blush and smile on his face as he gazed at her, listening to each word she said about what she was feeling, it hit him hard in the heart and made him feel warm inside as she said how she would follow him until the end. It made him slightly dazed as if someone smacked him with a heavy lead made book.
The woman gave the Brit a dark look, "You know what? I'll show you what happens if I was in the kitchen" before she got a reply, she immediately reared her arm back and punched Britain in the nose with a small bit of added strength into it, earning a loud cry of pain as well as a large crack. The crack was so loud it resounded into the conference room, which made most of the countries, except for the more violent countries, like Russia, Belarus and surprisingly America and a half visible Canada, wince and think one thing all together, 'Damn...she hit him that hard?'
But the young woman didn't stop there, she then grabbed Britain's arm and twisted behind his back harshly, pushing it back painfully to earn a cry of pain. Not even giving him a chance to beg for mercy or shout for help, or even shout at her, she grabbed his scruffy sandy blonde hair and gripped tightly, earning some curses laced with pain before she began slamming his head down against the table harshly with a loud slam, three times, each time slowly getting harder than the next. She grinned darkly and tilted her head back looking down at him, giving most countries who didn't ever get a good view of her, to stare at her cold features, they saw her lips curled into a dark smirk as her cold grey eyes gazed down at the bloody mess on the table where Britain's face 'kissed' repeatedly, she pursed her lips in the slightest as if she was debating something. It didn't last long on her mental contemplations and quick thinking before she swiftly flipped him onto his back against the table, startling those near them. They couldn't find it in themselves to move, she was so strong and she was harsh, her movements and actions petrified most as they gaped and watched her pull out a knife quickly from her front pants pocket and raised it to the throat of the British man immediately and kept it in place, knowing the British country wouldn't move of where the cool metal touched. They both knew she had him pinned and they both knew that he couldn't move from his spot, if he did, the knife at his throat would dig in and cut an artery. Her cold grey eyes met shocked and surprised emerald green eyes as she kept her knife at his throat, neither one moved. Neither did anyone in the conference room did as well, knowing one thing, a thought passed through each of their head, all thinking the same thing on the same lines, 'this woman is dangerous'
Nation or not, it was obvious that she knew she could still 'kill' him. They all could see it as both figures were still as they stared at each other. Andria silently mused to herself as she thought a bit as she kept her gaze upon the British country, America had explained to her that nations in personified form were like people, they could die too. But the country would only wake up in extreme pain later after their wounds healed, some healed faster than other. She snapped out of her musings and stared coldly up at the Brit as he shifted in the slightest, she did the same, pressing the knife against his skin more, drawing blood. Every nation looked in shock and slight fear at how violent the woman reacted to Britain, her violence set them on edge, but they weren't moving, they didn't know what to do.
The stalemate of staring was broken by America's awkward laughing as he made his way over to the tense part of the table. He walked swiftly to the young woman and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking gently, "Hey, Andria just chill out. Its cool here, don't worry about this...Iggy isn't going to do anything, I promise…" his tone was surprisingly soft as he spoke to her, causing most countries to gape at him as if he were crazy.
The woman now known as Andria raised an eyebrow and turned her head in the slightest, swiveling it in the slightest to look over at her country. Cold hardened grey eyes softened as soon as they turned to meet happy vibrant blue ones. She was quiet momentarily before speaking in a gentle tone, "Are you sure Alfred? I'm not exactly fond of this one now…I find him very annoying and a nuisance" If Britain wasn't against the table with a sharp knife against his neck, he would be sputtering out nonsense and would try to deny the claim she made.
All she got was a laugh from her country, which made her slowly nod a bit, understanding him. Sighing, Andria turned her gaze to Britain, her gentle look was replaced immediately with a cold look, returning to her more sadistic and darker side, "You got lucky you son of a bitch…if it weren't for the fact that Alfred was here, I would have killed you without a damn thought and I sure as hell would have repeated the process every time you got better until I deemed it right to stop...and I wouldn't have just used my knife" scoffing Andria pushed Britain back away from her, fully pushing him onto the table and onto his blood. Her grey eyes glared down to him before turning away, but not before wiping the blood off on his trousers. Her eyes gazed up to Alfred as she put her knife away back into its hiding spot, not even glancing at the other countries as they stared at America and Andria like they were both aliens.
Britain stared at Andria and shivered a bit, slowly backing away from both Americans. The way she stared at him with those eyes of hers, it caused a bit of fear to bubble in his chest, he knew what he saw, she wasn't kidding. He saw in her eyes that she meant every word of pure pain and endless torture for him. By the looks of it, she would have had a field day just doing that to him, it was obvious from the look he received. Feeling his nose, he was shocked to feel a load of blood gushing out of his nose, he had forgotten she had smashed it in and his face against the table, his eyes stared at her back, a slight numb feeling enveloped his form as he watched her speak to America. This woman, she did all of this, she did this all because he taunted her country. Britain then shuddered to himself realizing something, if she did that to him for insulting him, what would happen if he hit America? He turned his head, a shudder passed through him, the thoughts alone made him nauseous of what could possibly happen.
Andria glanced back to Britain, her brows furrowed and a small scowl was seen on her face as she gazed at his shuddering form. She silently wondered what had made him act like that, she wasn't harming him anymore, she didn't see why he was making such a big deal over it. Rolling her eyes a bit, she turned her gaze up to America, only to blink in confusion at his look. She stared at him, her cheeks had a small light blush dust her cheeks as she ignored the smile that was on his face before huffing and speaking a bit gruffly, "What is it Alfred?"
"You're turning into a softieee" as he said so, he began to poke her cheek a bit with a grin.
She sputtered and huffed, "Hell no! I sure as hell am not Alfred, you're hallucinating"
"Dude, I am not hallucinating! You are such a softie. You would have continued on with your threat too, but you didn't that means you're a good girl" he grinned a bit to her, his vibrant eyes sparkled happily down to her.
Andria huffed and rolled her eyes to him, the light blush that dusted her cheeks grew a bit darker slowly tinting her tanned cheeks with a hint of red. She mentally sighed, one thing hit her. What he said was true, she was getting a bit soft, but—she cast a small glance over to her country as he was beaming as he looked to her, causing her to smile a bit as well. She guessed getting a little soft was good thing, she supposed. Sighing she looked at him, she couldn't help but smile to him a bit more, "I suppose I am Alfred...but that doesn't mean I'm going to be your sidekick if you suggest we're heroes..."
At his pout she felt a slight tug of her mouth as it curved into a smile, she then shook her head, amused at his antics. Andria then turned her head, her eyes took in the rest of the countries at the table before she frowned, noticing that all of the countries were staring at Britain before staring at her, Britain who was freaking out over his nose still as he was still bleeding. Her brow twitched in agitation as she felt the need to hit something, oh for the love of—seriously!?
She shook her head and grumbled with a soft sigh to her country, "I'm going to get lunch…tell me what happens here Alfred" with that, she turned and left. Faltering in her steps as she turned a bit, waiting for her country as she had heard him call after her. Her grey eyes stared at him curiously, "Hm? I'm sorry Alfred, I didn't get all of that" she seemed a bit embarrassed that she didn't catch what he said.
"I said 'wait up' " Alfred chuckled lightly and smiled to her as he walked over to his small citizen, "Dude, I'm freaking hungry here and I kinda don't want to be here at the moment." he motioned to the countries, by now some of them were slowly looking over to where they were and stared at them, questions swirled around them all, making the atmosphere even tenser around them. America laughed a bit awkwardly and slowly inched closer to Andria, "Come on lets go get some grub Andria!" before she even had a chance to react to his outburst to question on where and to question on the meeting as well. Andria was dragged away by the over-excited personification of America, bursting out of the doors, causing every country present to immediately snap their heads towards the door where the Americans left through. They all could hear the conversation as they were leaving.
"S-slow down Alfred!"
"No way! You got to run with me Andria!"
"I can't run with you dragging me I mea—for crying out loud! Don't carry me like that Alfred! I'm not married or a bride dammit!" A loud boyish laugh was heard before the two Americans were surely out of the U.N. building, leaving everyone to stare at the doors before they all turned to Germany, wondering what he was going to do about it; chase after them or continue on with the meeting.
As they left, Germany sighed and pinched his brows together sensing a rather migraine slowly make its way to him. He was wanting to finish the meeting for once, and every time he just wished that they ended up normal; meaning quiet and sane, not this insanity. He brought his head up and his sky blue eyes stared at them all, speaking gruffly, he put his files together, his eyes shut in irritation, "Meeting is dismissed for a 30 minute break for lunch and chatting time…"
Immediately like a wild fire, every country ran out of the room like their lives depended on it. They all wanted to talk about what the hell just happened with each other and try to find or avoid America and his possibly psychotic citizen. Well, every country except for Britain and Germany. One who had finally finished bleeding on the table and his suit, while the other was just plain annoyed and already tired with a migraine.
/this is a border :O/
Alfred sighed softly in content as he and Andria sat somewhere nice and quiet. Behind them both in the distance was a large statue of a woman who had a blade in her hand and was motioning back as if calling people to follow her. They both softly agreed to each other that it was less stressful and loud from the meeting where they were at. Surprisingly, at where they were, they both spotted a small hotdog stand out for the tourists, which was just fine for them. Because they didn't give a damn right now, as long as it was food, they were both good with it, so both ordered a hotdog and began to eat and walk together. The personification of America looked over to his dark haired companion and smiled a bit, he felt a bit nervous asking as he looked to her, "Hey…Andria...?"
"Yeah Alfred?"
"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"Mean what..?" she looked over to him, dark grey eyes full of curiosity.
"That you'd follow after me no matter what..." he blushed slightly, nearly ducking his head down in embarrassment and fidgeted under her gaze as she seemed to stare at him hard. Which was quite the opposite, it made her smile softly and cock her head to the side a bit.
"Well of course I would Alfred…you're my friend, someone I can trust, so I would always follow you…" she scratched the back of her neck and looked the other way with a sheepish look, a blush covered her cheeks along with the cold that bit her cheeks as well as she continued, "You're a great person to be around Alfred. Hell…you get everyone back at home at pure ease and content from how you act. And that's saying something Alfred, we all can be ourselves around each other and you…you can just bring that out from us, we don't get all agitated or anxious near each other, wondering if one day we'll lose each other, even if we do, it won't be long, because we do know we are happy. We love what we do, we know that we might die someday, but for some reason, we don't care about it much like before, we care more on surviving, we don't give a damn about death" she laughed a bit, "Alfred, you realize, our whole family in the states, we all trust you with our lives, we will follow you until the end, you make us stronger if you don't realize that..." what she said was true, it was always something about Alfred that got them comfortable and relax. They all forgot about their inner walls, their troubles and fears.
This statement got Alfred to smile and blush in embarrassment, "Really?" for some reason, knowing all of that, it made him happy and warm inside, almost like the Grinch when he discovered the true meaning of Christmas.
"Yeah, really…now finish your damn hot dog or I'll do it for you Jones" she pushed his head away with a playful look in her eyes and a grin. Causing the blonde man to grin happily and nod to his citizen..
Taking a large bite out of his hotdog he nodded, "Don't even dare try to steal my hotdog little lady, what kind of hero would I be, if I let my hot dog be bitten and stolen from me?"
"A sucky ass hero, right?"
Alfred laughed half-heartedly as he relaxed and spent time with his friend. Enjoying for once, the cold weather of Russia with Andria.
Youkai : *soft sigh and smiles* there...I fixed this chapter up along and worked on the other two ones as well...well if you're reading it now, i 'm editing chapter 1 and 2, now after that, i'll work on chapter four soon, please keep posted and review... *smiles and gives out cookies* please come again
