E/N (Choco): Hi readers! This chapter is a bit late thanks to me ;w;
Anyway, I don't own Hetalia, neither does Timtams.
America woke up to the beeping of his alarm clock. 10 o'clock in the morning. He stretched slightly, smacking his lips together as he stared out of the window. Kids outside were laughing and shouting in his driveway, playing a game of catch…wait.
This all happened on the day of the world meeting last week, didn't it?
He felt memories suddenly surge through him, the world meeting, tears, England, tears, rejection, tears, time machines and tears.
Right.
The time machine. He built it…had it worked? He checked the time. 10am in the morning. World Meeting starts at 12. He got up and quickly sat himself down beside his laptop. He looked at the date. 6th of June. SCORE!
"Oh, my time machine worked! WOOHOO! WOOT WOOT!" He screamed and whooped, dancing around, waving his arms in the air and flopping around. If you were to look through the window, you would see a blonde, blue-eyed man dancing around and screaming in his boxers. Wow. Attractive much (note the sarcasm).
Now, to get ready for the meeting, and hopefully have a better plan on asking England out. Oh well, if he failed, he always had tomorrow to repeat today, right?
I'll spare you the details of his morning routine (which involved singing horribly at the top of his lungs in the shower).
He arrived at the World Meeting at 12 exactly. Luckily, they hadn't started yet. Just like last week. Actually, according to memory, this thing wouldn't start until roughly 1 in the afternoon. It was hard getting everyone to calm down, after all.
Italy would start snacking on pasta, Romano and Spain on tomatoes, England would start shouting at everyone to put their food away and so on.
And that's exactly what happened.
"Hehe…" He grinned. Now, he knew exactly what was going to happen! For instance, England would start trying to run around to get everyone's attention and trip over a shoe…he could stop England from falling! Then, maybe, England would be slightly happier with him and he could ask him out and then everything would go beautifully because England would see him as his hero…
Yes. That's what he would do.
He waited, sitting quietly. So unlike himself. Some nations started looking at America, wondering if he was plotting (which he was, but nothing bad!) because he had gone so quietly. It was just against his nature.
Japan came and sat next to him, and started talking about different anime America should watch. America, distracted, just 'hmmed' every once in a while.
"America-san, do you like tragedies?" He asked America, trying to brighten up.
"Mm."
"How about romance?"
"Mm."
"Then, you should watch 'Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso'."
"Mm."
"It's quite good."
"Mm."
"America-san?"
"Mm."
"Are you listening?"
"Mm."
"…"
"Mm."
"…"
"Mm."
Suddenly, America shot out of his seat, just as England tripped over the shoe that was lying carelessly in the middle of the aisle. He shrieked slightly, closing his eyes and prepared for the impact that never came. America stood, holding England, whose face was inches away from the floor. England cracked one brilliant green eye open, visible relief in them. He then slowly looked up and quickly jumped away when he saw who it was, blushing.
"Thanks…" he mumbled, looking away.
"No problem~" America smiled at England. HAH!
'I'm the hero~ I saved England from tripping over a shoe~ it could have been fatal~ but I saved him~ ' He thought, dancing on the spot slightly. Idiot.
America grinned to himself as he returned towards his seat. Ha! There was no way England could reject him now! He did save England from the fall, after all. He sat through the World Meeting, excited, and paying even less attention than before. He bounced on his chair, looked around the room, played rock paper scissors with himself, until Germany had finally given up on trying to continue the World Meeting. After all, France and England were arguing again, Veneziano was whining about his empty stomach and how much he wanted pasta, Greece asleep, Romano just being the pissy bastard he was (E/N: Romano. Is. Not. A. Pissy. Bastard.), Spain being the cheery air-head he was, the Nordics just being weird and so on.
Everyone else quickly left, leaving England alone with America. England stood up after a long pause, and proceeded to clean the blackboard.
America walked up to England, instead of tackling him like he did last time (after all, it wouldn't help him much, would it, the limey being all annoyed at him before he had even asked him out on a date).
"So…England…do you…" America stuttered.
A few minutes passed in silence.
"Spit it out. I'm not getting any bloody younger here."
"Will you go out on a date with me?" America said. He watched England's facial expressions change, from annoyed, to hopeful, and finally, to barely concealed anger.
"You planned that, didn't you? You made it so I would trip over and you could rescue me? You did it because you thought I would be an easy target, didn't you? And you thought I would agree because you were my hero? No." England barely managed to keep his calm before picking up his stuff and stomping out of the room.
Overreaction much? It was just a coincidence that it looked staged out. Maybe there's something deeper…
America sighed and looked out sadly. He picked up his stuff and slowly walked out of the room.
"Guess I'm the last one." He mutters, before turning off the lights and locking the doors.
"…hello? Guess he forgot me again." A certain blonde, violet-eyed nation sighed, looking around.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Canada."
At America's house
He sighed, chomping down on tubs of ice cream. He looked at the clock. 8pm. He stood up, made dinner (hamburgers) and finished them off quickly before doing his daily going to bed routine. He made it into bed at 10, and stayed on his phone for nearly two hours.
11:59pm.
He could always try again tomorrow. Right?
12:00am.