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Chapter 2
(Anonymous) 2010-01-26 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)America awoke with a yawn to the beep beep beep of his alarm clock. Turning it off he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up from his bed. He let out another yawn and blinked blearily, just sitting in bed for a moment or two trying to gather his thoughts. Damn he was tired, which wasn't really anall together unusual occurrence at this time of day but, If he remembered correctly he had actually gone to bed quite early the night before. He hadn't slept funny either. He tilted his head to the side and looked out the hotel window. Oh well, guess he'd just have to try his best to stay awake at the world meeting today. Throwing back the covers he got out of bed and set about completing his morning routine.
An hour later he stepped out of his house in a gray suit, black briefcase, and a half eaten piece of toast in his mouth. He hailed a taxi and without thinking wiped the grease from his buttered toast onto his suit pants. As the yellow cab pulled up he got inside and told the driver where exactly he needed to be. As the hustle and bustle of the busy city that surrounded him moved quickly by, his mind wandered and soon he found himself yawning again. Jeez, what had happened that had made him so tired, he wondered, but quickly shoved the thought out of his mind as the cab come to a halt outside his destination. Paying the driver he stepped inside, prepared to face his fellow nations. With his trusty doodle, er, notepad tucked safely away in his briefcase, he was ready to take what was sure to be a lengthy meeting head on.
Predictably as soon as he walked through the large double doors to their meeting room he was greeted with an insult from the nation's favoriteBrit.
"Honestly America, I thought even you would know to wear clean clothes to a meeting like this." said England from his seat at the table, crossing his arms in front of him and looking at America with annoyance.
Huh?, thought America looking down at his outfit to only just now notice the grease stain his toast had left behind. And this was a new suit too... he lamented too himself, but of course he would never make it look as though something England said could upset him.
"Huh? Why, is someone important going to be here?" asked Alfred with a broad innocent looking grin. England reddened and spluttered.
"This is a world meeting, you moron, it's important enough by itself!" shouted England, hands clenched into fists at his side.
"Oh, well sorry, you see the guy who raised me was a real idiot, so I never learned these things."
Arthur knew England was just messing with him now. The little brat, "Not for lack of trying you im-"
A non purposeful, but well placed yawn in the middle of England's sentence only served to infuriate the other shorter man to the point of incoherence and make America even more amused. The one good things about these world meetings was getting to annoy the old man. He got angry so easily. Getting him this mad wasn't even a challenge. Taking a seat at the table along with the other last-minute arriving nations he opened his brief case and took out the papers he was expected to present at today's meeting. He also took out his notepad, which was definitely not for doodling, and a pen. Fifteen minutes later the meeting had started and Alfred was absentmindedly drawing a dog in the corner of his memo pad.
England glared at his former charge, wondering how someone he had raised had grown into such a disrespectful lout. He used to be such a sweet boy really. His glare deepened as America yawned once more, not even bothering to cover his mouth, and in the middle of Germany's presentation too! Honestly! Someone should teach him some manners. Well, England supposed that someone should have been him, but then again maybe America was doing this all just to spite the Englishman, just to rub it in. An extra special everyday reminder of how much he hated Arthur and all his ways. Well if that's how he was going to behave Arthur just wouldn't even look at him anymore. Nope, no way did he care about that bloody moron. England turned his attention back to the speaker, Germany, with a huff.
Chapter 2 (cont.)
(Anonymous) 2010-01-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)"And so, you can see that if we..." he continued on, even as he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate signaling that someone was calling him. Well he wasn't about to answer in the middle of his speech, but he did have to wonder who would call him when everyone in his government knew he would be busy today and with all the other people he hung out with sitting in this very room. Still, he was in the middle of business, and whatever it was would have to what until his presentation was over. Still who could be calling?
Glancing at the clock he saw that his time was almost up. He finished his presentation to some mild applause, and sat down debating whether or not he should wait until lunch to check his phone. Although no one had looked very interested in what he had been saying at least none of them had left, so, even though he was curious he quietly sat through the rest of the speaker's presentations, albeit he did a poor job of stopping Italy from being as disruptive as he usually was. Or maybe Germany was the only one who ever thought that of the smaller Italian man. After all, it did seem like Germany was the only one he ever bothered. Finally Japan finished his speech, the last one before lunch break.
"Ve~ Finally! Germany, I thought I would collapse from hunger before that was over!" cried Italy jumping up from his chair at his joy from finally being allowed to eat.
"Yeah." said Germany, distractedly, to caught up in the curiosity of his cell phone to really pay attention to what it was Italy was saying. Fishing the mobile out of his pocket he saw he had a voicemail message. He dialed his own phone number and entered in the password he needed to to check it. Italy looked at Germany concerned before moving to stand in front of him and peer up at his face.
"Ve, ve, Germany, are you okay?" but something was definitely not okay. Italy could tell by the way Germany's pupils narrowed as he listened intently to whatever the person on the phone was saying. The tall blond man's grip on his phone tightened as well and he clenched his free hand into a fist.
"G-germany?" Italy asked worriedly, turning the name into a question as the other man put his phone back into his pocket.
Germany looked at him, without really looking at him. It made Italy frightened of whatever he was going to say. He clasped his hands together in front of his body to try and comfort himself.
"Ah..." said Germany pausing and looking around. Most of the other nations had left for lunch. A few milled around the room here and there, having conversations but none were within hearing distance, "It. It seems that. That brother is sick. That was a nurse at a hospital saying he collapsed on the sidewalk and. Someone called an ambulance for him." he finished. His sentences were choppy and fragmented.
Ludwig just stood there for a moment staring and silent, and then he seemed to come back to life. He turned to look at Italy.
"Well let's go eat." he said abruptly, turning to begin walking towards the door.
Before he could take a single step Italy grabbed his hand. Germany turned his head to look at him quizzically.
"Germany," began Italy looking down at their clasped hands, "you could go, if you want to." he continued looking up at Germany. "The others won't mind."
Germany just stared at Italy.
Chapter 2 (cont.)
(Anonymous) 2010-01-26 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)Germany smiled as Italy continued to debate out loud the practicality of him staying awake through his siesta. Finally the Italian turned to Germany with resolve and with a salute said, "All right Germany, I promise to do my best to stay awake during the meeting!"
Germany, completely facing Italy now, patted him on the head.
"I'll leave it to you then." he finished before walking to the door and leaving the meeting room, the silent thanks, going unsaid. Italy stood there feeling pleased before he remembered why it was that Germany was leaving in the first place. Looking towards the window with a small frown he hoped Prussia was okay.