"So, this world meeting is in London, how handy," Alfred laughed. He was on a laptop that randomly appeared overnight and it turned out he was actually doing something productive. Arthur didn't expect that.

"World meeting? What happens in those?" Arthur asked, they were back in the TV room, he and Francis on the same couch and Alfred on the floor next to the TV, which wasn't on. Alfred was sprawled on his stomach, his head propped up by his hands as he read the screen on the computer. And Arthur was uncomfortably being hugged by Francis on the couch.

"The countries get together and talk about things our bosses want to do," Francis sighed, Arthur could feel his chest move up and down as he breathed heavily.

"Usually, it's spent fighting," Alfred chuckled, using one finger to scroll the screen down. "Until Ludwig yells at us, that is."

"And who would Ludwig be?" Arthur looked up at Francis behind him.

"Germany," Francis laughed. "A bit of a hint, the ethnicity of the name hints at the country their from."

"Just maybe," Alfred laughed, too.

Arthur could feel Francis going to stroke his hair again. He went to stop it. Again.

"Whatever," Arthur sighed, grinning. "So, where in London?"

"We usually hold it in this officey thing right next to Big Ben," Alfred closed his lap top and rolled over onto his back, putting his hands behind his head.

"Hey, that's today, right?" Francis asked.

"Crap, I think so," Alfred sat up quickly. "Shit! I need to go change!"

"Are you required to wear something?" Arthur gratefully sat up from Francis.

"Um, yeah," Alfred muttered as he went to go find his shoes. "Our current military uniforms."

"The one you're wearing will be fine," Francis noted and he, too stood up.

"So, I take it you're both leaving?" Arthur crossed his legs on the couch.

"Yeah," Alfred came back into the TV room. "I'll be back to pick you up soon. I'm already so perfect, so getting ready doesn't take long for me. Unlike Francis, who takes hours on his hair."

"I do not take hours on my hair!" Francis protested.

"It kinda looks like it," Arthur chuckled.

"Oh, shut up," Francis sighed, leaving to find his shoes.

"Yeah, well, see you in about an hour, okay?" Alfred made sure to see Arthur nod before he left. And Arthur heard two separate "good-byes" before the door closed. Arthur heard it lock. And then he was all alone in this gigantic house.

Before long, he had turned on the TV again, this time turning it on to football*. He could honestly say he didn't know any of the teams, even though he could feel himself rooting for a certain team. They were doing well.

Keeping the TV on, he went to the kitchen, put some water into a kettle, and set it to boil. He searched through the pantry for some tea and found something he thought would be good. As he rummaged through the kitchen, he felt like someone was staring at him. When he glanced out the windows, though, he didn't see anything except for his backyard. It looked like there was a well-kept garden out back, near the patio. Did he seriously garden?

Once his tea was ready, Arthur paced back to the TV. His team was winning, by about 5 points. After just one sip of his tea, Arthur started to feel tired. But he just couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't help but feel on edge, like someone was seriously watching him. Every move he made. After a while, though, he was able to doze off.

As quickly as possible, England darted out of the restaurant and took a quick left once he entered the cold air. He was running so fast, he didn't notice two people right in front of him. He fell right on top of them.

"Mon dieu, Arthur!" Arthur heard the familiar voice of Francis underneath him.

"S-sorry," Arthur stuttered as he pushed himself up to a standing position and then held out a hand to help Mathew, who was with Francis. He looked around nervously behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Alfred told me he was taking you on a date," Mathew spoke quietly.

"We wanted to make sure everything turned out alright with you two," Francis looked at Arthur skeptically. "Obviously it isn't?"

"Um, that's-that's not it," Arthur looked back again, to see Alfred rushing towards him.

"Shit, Arthur!" Alfred panted. "You okay?"

"What happened? Where is he?" Arthur turned away from Francis and Mathew.

"I dunno! I punched him in the face and ran after you. We need to go!" Alfred started to run, but Arthur stopped him.

"You don't understand! He knows!"

"Knows what?" Francis snapped.

"He called me England," Arthur whispered and looked behind him, only to see the man step out of the restaurant. "Bugger!"

"I'm awake!" Arthur sat up with a start to see Alfred leaning against the TV.

"Obviously," Alfred grinned. "You looked like you were having a nightmare. Everything alright?"

"Yes," Arthur was getting tired of people asking him if he was okay. He stood up quickly, fixing his uniform to try to get out the wrinkles. He picked up the cup holding his mostly untouched tea and brought it over to the kitchen. "Time to go, I suppose?"

"Nah, we have a little time," Alfred followed him into the kitchen. "So, you been asleep this whole time?"

"Well, I tried to stay awake," Arthur rolled his eyes as he cleaned out the cup in the sink. Someone was still watching him. "But this damn tea!"

"On the bright side," Alfred leaned against the doorway, "you're still a clean freak, like you were before."

"Am not a clean freak," Arthur protested, looking behind his shoulder for a second.

"You always hand wash your dishes and then put them in the dishwasher," Alfred stated. "And then if they've been in the dishwasher for too long, you hand wash them again."

"That doesn't prove anything," Arthur lied as he opened up the dishwasher and carefully set the cup in the top rack. "And how do you know so much about me?"

"I've known you for a while is all," Alfred mumbled. "Wanna leave now?"

"Sure," Arthur said as he closed the dishwasher. "Should I trust you driving?"

"Yes, you can trust me driving," Alfred laughed as he started to push Arthur towards the door.

"So," Arthur watched Alfred as he locked a door. He chose to ignore the fact that he had a key to his house, "at a normal meeting, I would talk about what my boss wants. I can't remember what my boss wants."

"Don't worry, he'll call you," Alfred said. "All our bosses do, because they know when the meetings are, too."

"So, I have the phone number to the Prime Minister?" Arthur felt around his pockets and found a phone.

"Hey, hey, hey," Alfred quickly took a hold of his phone. "Hold on a sec before you look at that." Alfred started messing with the buttons really quick and Arthur could have sworn he was changing the background picture.

"What are you doing?" Arthur demanded.

"Doing your…password," Alfred nodded like he was proud of himself with his answer and he handed the phone back to Arthur. The background was Big Ben. Arthur couldn't help but browse through the pictures stored in the phone's memory as Alfred walked in front of him, walking to some fancy sports car. The first picture that popped up, the first thing he noticed was himself laughing and looking like he had never been happier in his life.

But, before he could see any more of the picture, his phone started vibrating and a thing that looked like a pop-up ad came up with a name: David Cameron, and two options, ignore and answer.

"What do I do?" Arthur freaked out and almost dropped his phone.

"You answer it," Alfred laughed. "Duh."

"Um," he pressed the answer button. "Hello?"

Arthur listened to the Prime Minister talk as he went over to Alfred's car. This was kinda weird. He was actually talking on the phone with the Prime Minister. And the Prime Minister was even calling him by the first name. Arthur was just so confounded that he could only respond with "yes, sir" and "okay."

Alfred decided to wait until Arthur had hung up before he started the car and backed out of the driveway.

"That sounded so interesting from this side of the conversation," Alfred laughed with heavy sarcasm.

"Shut up," Arthur rolled his eyes. "Is it bad I had no idea about most of what he was talking about?"

"I never know what my boss is talking about," Alfred smiled his perfect smile again. "So, I think you'll be fine. We never really get much work done at world meetings, anyway."

"Then, what's the point of them?"

"Well, I'll rephrase that," Alfred laughed. "I never get much work done. You usually take notes and stuff, like some other people. Like Japan and Mattie."

"Should I have brought paper and pencils?" Arthur asked.

"Nah," Alfred sighed. "They usually give that stuff to you."

"Right," Arthur sighed and the rest of the ride was spent with the two happily bickering.

Eventually, the two arrived at an office building only a short while from Big Ben.

"So, Artie," Alfred said as they walked into the building. "I'm gonna warn you ahead of time. Most of the countries are…eccentric. There's a reason we don't get along usually and we only get together for meetings once in a long time."

"Okay?" at first, Arthur thought Alfred was over exaggerating. Until he walked into the door. The room was rather large, it had a long table and a couple people were sitting down already. There was a bouncing, hyper brunette running around the room, laughing and screaming. It seemed like he was running away from a blonde, who was yelling in a deep voice after him. And then there was this albino almost attacking this proper looking gentleman. And then there was a woman with long, brown hair, who was stalking Francis around with a frying pan. There was also this man sitting down with an evil aura that Arthur could practically feel from the other side of the room.

"Warned you," Alfred placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder.

The first brunette that was running away from the blonde stopped running around after he saw Arthur and went to go talk to the two.

"Ciao, England!" his voice was so loud. It was so weird for Arthur being called by the name of a country.

"Um…hello," Arthur spoke.

"Francis told me about what happened. I'm Italy!" the man was rather peppy, even as the blonde that was chasing him down caught up to him. This man looked terrifying. He was very muscular, huge in build, and tall. He had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Italy!" the man yelled in a German accent. This was obviously Germany. "Stop retreating!"

Italy squeaked when Germany yelled. "Ludwig," he whined. "England's here."

"guten Tag," Germany sighed, only slightly paying attention to Arthur before turning back to Italy and scolding him about something Arthur didn't pay attention to.

There was such a large commotion going on, so many countries talking at once, it was hard to understand it all. Several people introduced themselves to him; Japan, Spain(Antonio, as he introduced himself), and Prussia, who introduced himself as awesome in several ways. And then America introduced him to Russia as the "creepy ass guy who you should never talk to."

After a while, the meeting started. They were all controlled by Germany, who yelled extremely loud to get everyone's attention. And the meeting went through with the countries talking about random things their bosses wanted to talk about. It occurred to Arthur that their bosses were just using them to talk about things when they were lazy. The countries would talk a lot outside of meetings, correct? So they were being used as ways to communicate without their bosses having to go too far. Great.

Alfred's boss didn't have much he wanted him to say, probably because of the fact he was focusing on trying to get re-elected and focusing more on that or something. Arthur was supposed to be taking notes, right? There wasn't really much to take notes on. Even as Arthur shakily did what his boss told him to do and made a fool of himself in front of the entire world, literally, he couldn't find any reason to take notes.

He found himself daydreaming a lot, for some reason. Things like that restaurant and the streets he had seen in that one dream where he was running away from someone. But, most of all, he daydreamed about that man. Dark brown hair, gelled back into spikes, and those electric blue eyes looking right into him… He could have sworn he had seen that face a lot. Somewhere.

Like a waiter here, serving on them for some reason. He looked a lot like him, but he was barely around. The waiter would just quickly come in and out of the room. He could have sworn he had seen him at the hospital, too. When he was leaving, there was someone in the waiting room that looked just like him…

The waiter came back in, he was staring intently at Arthur, who was making sure he made no show of looking at him, too. This was definitely the man from his dream… What was he doing here? Watching him?

Alfred elbowed him. "Arthur, you okay?"

"Fine," Arthur was still distracted by that man. "Just a bit distracted."

Ta-da! I'm going to get into some action in the next couple chapters, so this story won't be quite so long and boring.

As for the star after "football," he's watching British football. AKA soccer

Please review so I can feel good about myself and I don't own anything, like Hetalia or...anything...really.