America coughed and shuffled his feet, staring at the floor with nervous eyes. He sat on a chair, his form hunched over as he tried his best to avoid all eye contact with the scowling man sitting across from him - his boss.
"...You can stop glaring at me now" he said, after a long period of silence. He let out an awkward little laugh which did nothing to crack his bosses steely exterior.
"Alfred" the other man said, at least. "When someone calls you on the phone, sounding particularly worried, what is the usual, rational reaction?"
"...Do you know everyone kind of knows about us now?"
"I KNOW!" his boss stood up in his chair and Alfred yelped, inching away slightly; he'd never known that his boss could be this intimidating! "For Godsake, man, that was what I was calling you about!"
Alfred rolled his eyes and slumped back in his chair, scowling like a petulant child. "Well you could have just said that" he muttered.
His boss breathed hard. "Alfred...you hung up on me..." he growled. "Before I could even tell you about it, you hung up on me!"
"Sorry?" Alfred tried. "Seriously though, dude, if I hadn't I couldn't have gone after Iggy...and trust me when I say, you are glad that I went after Iggy."
His boss winced slightly. "Yes...someone caught part of that little tirade of his on video..."
Alfred raised one eyebrow. "Really?" he asked. "What part?"
"...A part that now has everyone under the assumption that you are in a relationship with England and Canada."
There was a moment of silence. "...No" America cried, at last, disgust coating his tone. "Dude, they're my brothers!"
His boss sighed and clenched his teeth slightly. "Yes Alfred" he snapped. "And that is why I told you to STAY WHERE YOU WERE!"
America thought for a moment. "...Well at least it's not Russia."
His boss sat down again, letting out a string of muttered curses. "Goddammit!" he cried. "I mean, who the hell went and told them?!"
"I don't know but whoever it is, they are not going to be a happy camper" America replied, shrugging his shoulders. He let out a small laugh. "Everyone's going to be trying to kill them and stuff...and of course, it'd be my job as hero to bring fourth justice -"
"- Oh no" his boss cut him off. "You aren't going ANYWHERE!"
...
All the way across the world, England was having a similar conversation with his boss.
"Honestly, I don't know what the matter with you is..." his boss ranted as England watched on with wide, guilty eyes. "God Arthur, I thought you were better than that..."
"I didn't do anything wrong!" England suddenly cried, unable to take the heavy scolding any longer.
His boss paused his tirade and glared at him, a hint of disbelief in his expression. "The entire world is under the impression that you are have a relationship with Canada and America!"
England thought about this for a moment. "Well I do, don't I?" he said, at last. "After all, they are my little brothers - as much as I hate to admit it..."
"Not THAT type of relationship, you git!"
England choked in disbelief. "Who are you calling a git?!" he demanded. "I - wait" his eyes widened. "What did you just say?!"
"Yes" his boss replied, dryly. "Haven't you been watching the News?"
England's eyes were glazed over with horror. "It was the alcohol speaking, dammit!" he whimpered. "And its all that bloody America's fault -"
"Yes" his boss cut him off. "You seemed to mention that a lot while you were drunk...not to mention a lot about how you raised him, and about how ungrateful he is, and about how you are the best big brother in the history of the world, and about -"
"- I get it okay!" England cried. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
"Well, yes...you get the idea" his boss nodded.
England winced. "And they still think I'm in a relationship with him?"
"And Canada."
"...Why?" England winced again.
His boss shrugged. "People hear what they want to hear, I guess...oh and, speaking of which, you might want to inform people that you aren't planning on declaring war on America" he studied England's wide-eyed, disbelieving look. "Yes, something you said seemed to have given them that idea...I think it was along the lines of 'down with America.'"
"Sweer Lord" England buried his head in his hands. "I honestly don't know what came over me..."
"I do" his boss replied. "An intense amount of alcohol, and a hatred for your life."
"...You're really mad right now, aren't you?" England muttered.
His boss snorted. "What gave you that idea?"
...
"You know" Finland murmured. "If you ignore the hoards of screaming people outside, this is actually pretty nice..."
"FINLAND - FINLAND!" screamed a voice from outside. "IS IT TRUE THAT YOU ARE SHACKING UP WITH SWEDEN?!"
The family of three (Sweden, Finland and Sealand) were camped out in the living room, as per request by Sealand. Sleeping bags and droopy-looking huts made out of bedhseets had been set up in the cosy little room and the three Nations sat, enjoying each other's company and ignoring the commotion coming from outside.
"Y's, I g'ree" Sweden murmured, pulling Finland closer towards him. The smaller Nation snuggled up against him, making a soft, content noise.
"Mama, Papa!" Sealand wailed, looking at them in disgust. "Not in front of me!"
"IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE A CHILD TOGETHER?!"
Finland smiled at Sweden and Sealand. "Cookies, anyone?"
"Oh, I'll have some!" Sealand said, eagerly.
"M'too" Sweden murmured.
"WHAT DOES YOU RELATIONSHIP MEAN FOR THE PEOPLE OF YOUR COUNTRIES?!"
"Can I have some warm milk too?" Sealand asked.
"Of course!" Finland beamed at his son. "I'll just go and get everything together." He stood up and headed over to the kitchen.
"ACCORDING TO DENMARK, YOU TWO ARE MARRIED!"
Finland paused, his eye twitching slightly. A moment later, his cheerful exterior was back.
"I just love family time, don't you?" he announced, beaming widely.
...
"This is so unawesome" Prussia muttered, scowling petulantly at the floor. "I should be enjoying my awesome life right now - I shouldn't be stuck in this unawesome place with you two - no offence Italy, you're awesome...well not as much as me, of course, but don't get upset - no one ever is."
Italy beamed at Prussia. Beside him, Germany rubbed his temples and scowled.
"Shut up" he told his brother.
The three nations (well, two nations and one ex-nation) were currently holed up in Germany's house, hiding from the world in general. After hours and hours of endless chaos, the nations had finally made it back to their homes in one piece. Japan had parted with them and had gone back to his own home. Italy had decided to tag along with Germany...and Prussia had no home, so he had come along too.
"Ve...I am very nervous" Italy murmured, his smile fading. "I don't like that everyone knows about us."
"Shut up, Italy" Germany snapped.
"So unawesome..." Prussia sighed. "Can't we at least go and annoy Austria and Hungary?"
Germany's eyes flashed. "NO, GODDAMMIT!" he howled.
Italy pouted. "I'm hungry" he whined. "Who wants pasta?"
Germany looked moments away from breaking something. "You are not making pasta!" he spat.
"Aww, Germany, why not?" Italy pouted.
Prussia joined in the conversation. "West, don't be uncool" he reprimanded. "Just let him make some pasta - I'm hungry!"
"Shut up, you idiots!" Germany yelled. "We have been stuck in this place for the past few days and it is driving me insane! You are driving me insane! I should't have to hide from my own people! THIS IS INSANE!"
"...Maybe he won't notice if I make just a bit" Italy murmured, to himself.
"TOUCH THAT STOVE AND I WILL END YOU!"
Italy jumped high in the air, letting out a squeak of fear.
"...I'm hungry" Prussia moaned. He slumped to the floor and stared miserably at the ceiling. "West, I'm really, really hungry."
Germany stared at Prussia for a long moment, a deadly look burning in his eyes. Prussia swallowed and pulled himself of the floor, inching away slowly.
For a short while, silence fell among the small group.
"...Dammit" it was, surprisingly enough, Germany who finally spoke. "We need to have a world conference as soon as possible. This is insane...we need to do something about it..."
Prussia nodded his head. "I know" he said, for once sounding serious. "We need to find the asshole who leaked our secret!"
"Can we pray together, later?" Italy asked, cocking his head to the side.
Germany winced slightly. "Why?"
"Because!" Italy perked up slightly. "Then maybe we'll get what we want, and everyone will forget!"
Prussia coughed. "Yeah...I doubt anyone will be forgetting anytime soon" he muttered.
"...Or maybe we'll go back in time to when nobody knew!" Italy added, excitedly. "That would be nice, yes?"
"...I'll organize a good date for the conference" Germany said after a slight pause, choosing to ignore Italy's ideas. "I'll then attempt to find a way to contact the other countries."
A sudden wave of shouts and screams from outside stopped any further conversation. Germany's eyes widened in panic; Prussia let out a string of curses; Italy let out a small whimper.
From the words being shouted, it was obvious who they belonged to.
"GERMANY! GERMANY! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE CURRENT -"
"HEY, IS IT TRUE THAT ITALY IS IN THERE WITH YOU? WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?!
"COME OUT AND GIVE US A SMILE!"
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO YOUR PEOPLE?!"
"They are very loud" Italy whimpered.
"How on earth did they find out our location?!" Germany howled. "I took precautions, goddammit!"
"...It might have been my sign."
Germany's head snapped around and he stared at Italy with narrowed eyes; the expression in them promised intense pain.
"What...sign...?" Germany asked, through gritted teeth.
Italy pointed outside of the window; with trepidation, Germany walked over to the window and peaked outside, trying to stay out of sight from the reporters.
Sure enough, positioned in the middle of the garden, was a sign which read; "Home of Germany and Italy!"
Germany wondered how the hell he had never noticed that before.
"Dammit!" Prussia appeared next to Germany, scowling. "Why isn't the awesome me on that sign?!"
"Sorry Prussia!" Italy apologized, his eyes wide. "I forgot...don't worry though! I'll go write it down now!"
Italy skipped over to the door, a smile on his face. He seemed to have forgotten about the crowds of reporters waiting outside.
Prussia and Germany exchanged horrified looks.
"ITALY, NO!" they both howled at the same time.
It was too late; Italy opened the door and, as soon as he did so, the vultures (...reporters) descended.
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AN:
Yet another chapter. Hope you enjoyed.
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