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Arthur awoke with a soft smile and an adorable yawn. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and he was warm… He turned to his right to check the alarm clock to see his brother in his bed.

Wait, what?

He wacked his brother with a pillow furiously.

"Oi Wales what the fuck do ye think you're doin in MY bedroom!" he screeched and Dylan merely rolled over and dragged him back down.

"S'too early Artie, go back t'sleep" he mumbled into his brothers shoulder, with his eyes still closed. Arthur rolled his eyes, Dylan always ended up in the wrong room. He slept next door and he came home really late last night- he went drinking with Brandon and Alistair.

"Shit! I'm going to be late you fool! Let me go!"

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Meanwhile….

Lovino moved as far from the war zone as possible, he didn't want to be a part of that crap! Thank God nobody knew they were dating yet or everyone would have HIS head!

"H-hey Clover bastard, aren't you going to do something?" asked Lovino weakly as he watched the entire room fight. The girl looked up from her phone briefly before going right back to whatever the fuck she was doing.

"…I don't see the point. The hamburger eejit is getting beat up by Ivan because he deserves it. China can handle himself and hopefully my brother will be here soon..."

Lovino wondered whether Arthur even knew what they fought about most of the time. Hah, no way! Arthur was too damn oblivious to everything even remotely related to romance. He shrugged and curiously peered over Alana's shoulder to see what she was doing.

She was texting Portugal.

Lovino frowned then realised who they were talking about. He snorted and went back to watching the nations fight and hoping that Arthur would just fucking get here soon!

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Arthur walked up the stairs with Dylan trailing behind him like a bloody guard dog.

"Do you have to stand so close? They aren't going to jump me you know" grumbled Arthur, trying not to fall.

"Yes." Replied Dylan simply and Arthur shrugged with a nonchalant expression.

"Suit yourself but whatever Scot said, I can guarantee is exaggerated." He chuckled, opening the door to hell.

"What the hell is going on?" Arthur deadpanned.

Pakistan had China in a head lock, Ivan and America were strangling each other, rolling across the table and destroying everything in their path. France was being scolded by Germany for touching Italy inappropriately- even Spain and Prussia were fist fighting!

Arthur sighed and Dylan burst out laughing; his poor wee brother was sooooooo angry! He almost felt sorry for them…

Not.

They deserved it! His head was killing him!

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"What do you all think you're bloody doing? Pakistan let go of China! Antonio, Gil- go solve your issues in a pub AFTER the meeting! France stop being such a perv and finally…"

Everyone had immediately obeyed England, releasing their enemy, mortified they had been caught. All except for two who hadn't even noticed he was there!

Dylan narrowed his eyes at the two who had the nerve to ignore The World's enforcer.

"Oi America! Let Ivan go! Drop, heel you bloody wankers!" he roared and finally the two froze. Alfred turned an impressive shade of crimson and Ivan beamed at the blonde in the doorway. Arthur wore a piercing emerald stare and had his hands placed firmly on his hips.

He was annoyed.

Alfred panicked, quickly bursting into a hero speech to cover up his embarrassment and his arousal at the Brits stance. His eyes were sooo hot and his hips…. Mmmm yeah his ass too…

Fuck now is not the time Alfred! Angry Iggy alert!

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"Здравствуйте Arthur! Alfred and Iwere just ah clearing the air, da?" he chuckled his murderous aura disappearing as soon as he realised who he was talking to…

Heheheh Arthur was sooo cute~ He had obviously rushed here and the climb had taken its toll… His cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy.

Adorable! France was right- Arthur DOES look like a rabbit!

Well, he had used correct grammar so England let him off the hook and directed his temper to America. Safe, smirked Ivan taking a seat next to China who was having another whispered argument with Pakistan.

"C'mon Iggy! You can't still be mad at me" whined Alfred, halfway through the meeting.

"…." Silence in response.

"He is" said Dylan with a sleepy smile, too amused by this situation to sleep like he usually would.

Arthur and Lovino's eyes met across the room, Arthur smirked and Lovino blushed, looking away shyly before the Brit did something that would make his situation worse.

He had a boner and he was sat next to a moping France who was definitely on the lookout for rebound sex.

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France sighed, going over his list of nations who would easily crumble and let him fuck them into oblivion. He wanted, no needed something to take his mind off the beautiful blonde that was sat in his usual space but with his siblings beside him instead of Alfred and himself.

He was desperate for his daily dose of Arthur, none of their usual yelling and arguing but one of their cute conversations that always made him feel warm inside.

The most recent one went like this;

"Bonjour Mon Amie!" beamed Francis.

"Git." Greeted Arthur.

"How is the tea?" asked France, he knew Arthur couldn't resist talking about tea.

"Terrible!" hissed Arthur in response and Francis chuckled.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked innocently.

"It shit, the tea bags are crap and the water from the pot wasn't even warm! So here I'm stuck with shit tasting Luke-warm tea!" he grumbled.

"Ahhh, desole Arthur, didn't you have tea before you came?" he asked amused.

"…Yes but I enjoy having a cup whilst talking to my friends." Arthur replied with a shrug.

"Ohohohohon, am I on the list?"

"Maybe" replied Arthur, avoiding eye contact.

Francis was over the moon, he couldn't shake the smile from his face all day! Little did he know, the Brit was smiling because Lovino and him were making eyes at each other across the table, just like always.

Poor Francis is deluded, his fantasies are even worse; he wants England to be his bondage slave after all.

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