Name: Arthur Kirkland
age: 18

---------- Post added 06-28-2012 at 12:31 AM ----------

Arthur sat on his couch, eating cherries. He felt today should be for him. He'd be stuck in a bloody room in a stupid conference. Yes, by god, today would be his. He ate a few more, juice running down his chin. He sighed, content with just sitting here. Then he realized something. "Sir, you do realize the conference is about to start?" He groaned. How could he have forgotten something like that? He'd thought that was tomorrow. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could. It was going to be held at his own home. He wasn't even ready. He pulled on his Tuxedo and then went to his conference room, apologizing to the countries that had already showed up. He was hosting the meeting, and he was late. He was so embarrassed. "Do forgive me. I was..unaware that the meeting was um..today.." He cleared his throat and straightened his tie.

Name: Alfred Jones
Age: 19

Alfred sat outside the conference room with a double cheeseburger and a cup of Dr. Pepper. Arthur was taking a while to prepare for the meeting and Alfred wondered if he forgot or was simply avoiding the matter. He could very well picture Arthur holed up in a study somewhere with a bowl of cherries and book. Alfred picked up his cheeseburger and was about to indulge in the first glorious bite when Arthur came tearing down the hallway. Alfred re-wrapped his cheeseburger and put it in the bag with his fries. Holding the door open, he entered the conference room after Arthur and went to his seat to pout over his lost cheeseburger. He could eat it later, but it wouldn't be warm later. Arthur owed him a fresh cheeseburger. Alfred's hand sank to the floor where the bag with his food rested. As inconspicuously as he could, Alfred shoved a couple of french fries into his mouth as the meeting started.

Arthur sighed as he looked at the others in the meeting. A few seemed a bit bored, others weren't even paying attention. England let out a breath. "Can't you people pay attention for a few minutes?" He wasn't even loud enough to grab a look from anyone. France came up and grabbed Arthur's chin. He looked at a bit of juice that was still on him. "Hmm...oh, ho, ho...." He laughed his normal flirtatious laugh. France would flirt with anyone. He licked the juice from England's mouth and made him squeal, pushing him away. All of there meetings normally went this way. People would never do anything but yell and act crazy.

Alfred look around the room and sighed, nobody was paying any attention. Leaning over, Alfred picked up his soda and took a drink then grabbed the bag with his food. If everyone was going to be disrespectful he might as well eat. Unwrapping his burger took a moment. Alfred sat there with his straw in his mouth, drinking continuously as he unwrapped his food. Alfred took a bite out of his burger and murmured in pleasure. Looking up he saw France lick Arthur's chin. Standing in a flask, Alfred hurled his burger across the room to hit France as he shouted, "would you all Please pay attention?!"

Everyone stared at America, annoyance written on a few faces, and boredom on others. "Shut up Alfred. You're embarrassing yourself." France yelled. He truly just wanted to continue flirting with England. It took Germany's yelling to finally shut everyone up. France was still playing around with England, though much more discreetly now. Germany blabbed while England shivered and squirmed. This was pretty normal for a meeting. It was almost over now and they'd be able to stop soon.

Alfred glared at France and resisted the urge to flip him off. Then Germany started yelling and Alfred sank back into his seat sullenly. He sat there in silence for a while before playing with the wrapper from his burger, he was still hungry. Alfred swiveled his chair around to face the wall and admired the ceiling for a while. He wasn't particularly fond of these meetings, especially since nobody really listened to him. Alfred bit his lip and played with the buttons on his coat while he waited for the meeting to end.

As soon as the meeting ended, England bolted. He couldn't take much more of France's poking and touching. He fixed his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. His face was all flushed and he was panting. He felt strange. He wasn't sure why France always insisted on messing with him. He wanted everyone out now. He left the room, heading back to his couch and his bowl of cherries. He held the bowl and took a bite of one. He didn't really care if they were watching him.

Once the meeting was over Alfred waited for everyone else to file out of the room before standing up himself. Adjusting his glasses and picking up his garbage, Alfred rang the bell for someone to clean up the mess that was left and shuffled out into the hallway. He walked several paces behind everyone else as they all walked about. Alfred didn't know if they were leaving and didn't particularly care, that was England's business. Alfred ambled about the house until he reached the kitchen and threw his garbage into the bin. Then he walked over to the fridge, grabbed a can of whipped cream and headed off to find Arthur and his cherries.

England had no desire for all of the noise the other countries made. He screeched as France found him again. The man really wouldn't leave him alone. He always wanted to touch Arthur for some reason. "Francis!" His voice hitched. "What the hell?!!" Francis had his hands all in his hair and was grinning like an idiot. He ran, holding his bowl. He ran into Alfred who was holding a can of whipped cream. He blinked a few times. "Hmm? What's that for?" He asked looking up at him,

Alfred saw France go into one of the rooms in the large house. He wondered what France was doing until he heard a loud squeak. It could have been words but it was too high pitched of Alfred's taste so he ignored it. Then England popped out of the door with his cherries looking quite frightened and nearly ran into Alfred. England looked at him confusedly and asked, "Hmm? What's that for?" America grinned and pulled a cherry out of England's bowl. He sprayed some whipped cream in his mouth and then ate the cherry. Nodding with satisfaction he flashed a normal smile and said, "That's what it's for."

England's jaw dropped and he snarled. "Oi! These are mine. You have your own food!" He knew he must seem like a whiny baby, but that was just him. He should've expected Alfred to take one. The man was always eating something. He seemed to have a mild addiction to food and he would do anything to get some. Arthur turned from the other and ate his own cherries. "These are mine. Deal with it." He was pouty because there were countries all over his house, being loud and helping themselves to his things.

America smirked at England's reaction and ate another mouthful of whipped cream. Turning around he started to walk back towards the kitchen, "It was just one cherry but if you wanna hoard that little bowl go ahead. There's a ton more in your kitchen." Not waiting for England's reaction America ran. The can of whipped cream flew out of his hand as he turned a corner and America hoped it didn't leave a big mess somewhere. Once he made it to the kitchen America began going through England's giant refrigerator. It took him a while to find the cherries and he didn't bother with a bowl. Sitting down at one of the long counters, America contented himself with eating England's cherries straight out of the bag.

England yelled. "Come back here you bloody git!" He screamed. He chased America, getting hit in the head with a can of whip cream as it flew from Alfred's hands. "O-Ow!" He rubbed his head and then stood up. He finally got extremely angry with all of the noise. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED HOUSE!!!" He screamed and a ton of people left. He was sick of his house being demolished by other countries. He walked into the room Alfred was in and grabbed the bag of cherries, eating a few and putting them back in the fridge. He pointed at the door. "out." He commanded. His house servants were already cleaning up the complete mess that had used to be his home.

America looked sadly at the cherries as England took them away and demanded he leave. Standing slowly he walked quietly out of the kitchen. England's house was big and really nice so America tried to enjoy the view as he left. Finally at the front door he stood in the entryway for a moment wondering where to head off to now. Home wasn't that entertaining but neither was anywhere else. Figuring he'd just walk around aimlessly for a while, America left England's house and headed towards the park. Maybe he could grab an ice cream cone while he was out. Ice cream sounded really nice at the moment.

England was relived as the last few guests left. All the noise and racket had given him a headache and a rather sour attitude. He knew he'd have to deal with it because tomorrow and the day after would be no different. The conference laster three days, and all three days it was going to be at his own home. He prayed that he might keep his sanity and then went to have a drink. He had a rather wide selection of alcohol in his kitchen, seeing as he was an alcoholic and all. Today wasn't a good day to get smashed, so hd just ask for enough to calm his nerves. His servant's would help him literate the amount he consumed. Having a hangover in the morning would be awful if he choose to over do it.

America walked around the park for a few hours before he finally found the ice cream cart. He stared at the menu for a while and then decided to go buy some ice cream at the store instead. He walked down the boulevard and whistled a little tune. America contemplated what to do when he got home. He could read, or play a video game. Maybe watch a movie. Deciding on a movie and a big tub of ice cream he walked into the store and went in search of the frozen foods. Grabbing a carton or three of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia, America threw a $50 at the cashier and walked out of the store. As he made his way home he thought about what movie he should watch. Donnie Darko perhaps. It never got old no matter how many times you watched it. America could feel the ice cream getting squishy and he walked faster. Hopefully he would get home before it turned into soup.

England had a little bit of vodka, only drinking until his stomach was pleasantly warm and he was sleepy. He was surprised that he'd managed to control himself. Days like today normally had him drinking like crazy. He stood and walked up to his room, changeing and going straight to bed. He wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. He couldn't be Kate twice in a row, and especially since he was hosting the meeting this time around.

In the morning, Arthur was up and ready quite early. Today would be different, and he assured himself of that. He sat in his conference room, awaiting the other countries. Russia arrived first, followed by Austria, and then Hungary, who was followed by Italy and Germany. Now just a few more and they could start for today. The earlier they started, the quicker they could all go home.

(sorry i haven't been able to reply lately, i've been going through some difficult stuff and i'll reply soon)

((it's ok. I can wait ^^))

(( i'm back! i'm sorry i was gone so long, i had a lot of things i had to deal with >.< ))

America arrived home with two pints of edible ice cream and one pint of Cherry Garcia Soup. he threw the melted pint and one other into the freezer, grabbed a spoon and fell onto the couch. Picking up the remote, America flipped through the channels until he found something mind numbing and sleep inducing. Some show about people breeding kittens. It was cute but just didn't hold his attention very long. America set his ice cream on the coffee table and curled up on the couch to sleep.

Alfred woke up late and ran to the shower. There was another silly meeting today and he'd likely get scolded by everyone if he was late. Once he was clean, Alfred threw on his suit and ran his fingers trough his hair. Grabbing a notebook an a pencil to draw with, he ran out the door and down the street not even thinking to drive. Breathing hard by the time he got to England's, Alfred rang the doorbell and hoped he wasn't too late.