For a while, America merely watches England thumbing through the tabloid- England bites his lip gently when he’s reading, wholly concerned about whatever article it is that’s seized his attention. America finds the action endearing.
And once again, the meeting begins.
Japan says absolutely nothing, Sealand attempts sneaking in, Russia tries to hide from Belarus but Belarus finds him anyway, England engages in a brutal argument with France for no particular reason, China despairs of everyone and ultimately Germany takes control.
America almost knows what everyone’s going to say off by heart. It feels like years before the hour draws to a close and the countries start to depart.
“What’s your opinion on déjà vu?” America asks without warning, as he walks out of the conference room side-by-side with England.
“I don’t have one,” England replies. “More important things to worry about. Like you, for example.”
It’s a stupid notion, but America’s heart skips a beat at the suggestion and he questions, “Why do you worry about me?”
England frowns, glancing at the newspaper in his hand. “Your debt crisis is threatening to engulf global economies.”
“Aw, c’mon, I’ll fix that in no time,” America vows, but he doesn’t sound too sure and England picks up on the lingering doubt.
“I sincerely hope you do,” he snaps. “It’s not just you that’s going to suffer if you don’t get your act together.”
America scowls. “Are you mad at me?”
“Well, I’m certainly not applauding you.”
The scowl across America’s face twists into a grimace as he weakly protests, “But...”
“But what?” England interrupts, adopting the tone of voice he reserves for being bitterly sarcastic. “You think I should be applauding you? ‘Oh, jolly good show, excellent news that you’re messing things up’. How’s that?”
“England...” America begins, his voice trailing away as he struggles to think of how to continue his sentence. “Why don’t you help me?”
Impressive eyebrows raising, England looks surprised and asks, “What do you mean? How could I possibly help you?”
“Your economy’s holding up pretty well,” America explains. “Why don’t you come back to my place and you can give me advice? That way, I can share it with my boss and we can all work together on solving the problem...”
As England thinks over the offer, America struggles to stop himself from smirking. Finally, he has a reason to invite England over that England might actually agree with. Hell, he might even accept the invitation.
“Alright,” England ultimately sighs. “I suppose I could spare an hour or so.”
“Great!” America exclaims, and before England can protest he grabs England’s wrist and leads him out of the building. “You can drive back with me; it’ll be quicker that way.”
Slightly shocked from the contact, England doesn’t reply, merely allowing America to lead him across the car park.
And once again, the meeting begins.
Japan says absolutely nothing, Sealand attempts sneaking in, Russia tries to hide from Belarus but Belarus finds him anyway, England engages in a brutal argument with France for no particular reason, China despairs of everyone and ultimately Germany takes control.
America almost knows what everyone’s going to say off by heart. It feels like years before the hour draws to a close and the countries start to depart.
“What’s your opinion on déjà vu?” America asks without warning, as he walks out of the conference room side-by-side with England.
“I don’t have one,” England replies. “More important things to worry about. Like you, for example.”
It’s a stupid notion, but America’s heart skips a beat at the suggestion and he questions, “Why do you worry about me?”
England frowns, glancing at the newspaper in his hand. “Your debt crisis is threatening to engulf global economies.”
“Aw, c’mon, I’ll fix that in no time,” America vows, but he doesn’t sound too sure and England picks up on the lingering doubt.
“I sincerely hope you do,” he snaps. “It’s not just you that’s going to suffer if you don’t get your act together.”
America scowls. “Are you mad at me?”
“Well, I’m certainly not applauding you.”
The scowl across America’s face twists into a grimace as he weakly protests, “But...”
“But what?” England interrupts, adopting the tone of voice he reserves for being bitterly sarcastic. “You think I should be applauding you? ‘Oh, jolly good show, excellent news that you’re messing things up’. How’s that?”
“England...” America begins, his voice trailing away as he struggles to think of how to continue his sentence. “Why don’t you help me?”
Impressive eyebrows raising, England looks surprised and asks, “What do you mean? How could I possibly help you?”
“Your economy’s holding up pretty well,” America explains. “Why don’t you come back to my place and you can give me advice? That way, I can share it with my boss and we can all work together on solving the problem...”
As England thinks over the offer, America struggles to stop himself from smirking. Finally, he has a reason to invite England over that England might actually agree with. Hell, he might even accept the invitation.
“Alright,” England ultimately sighs. “I suppose I could spare an hour or so.”
“Great!” America exclaims, and before England can protest he grabs England’s wrist and leads him out of the building. “You can drive back with me; it’ll be quicker that way.”
Slightly shocked from the contact, England doesn’t reply, merely allowing America to lead him across the car park.
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