Little Boys Shouldn't be in Meetings

Chapter 1

It was a typical meeting for the allies, aka nothing was getting done. Francis and Arthur had already fought four times, China had tried to push his snacks on the other until they fell on the food and Ivan was creeping Alfred out to no end.

They decided to break for lunch and hope for the best when they came back. How are they ever to defeat the Axis if they can’t get anything done ever?

Arthur was enjoy a cup of tea while trying to bloke out a certain American’s loud story telling, and no it didn‘t help matters that he was in America for the meeting. He’s had a headache since he woke up and it hasn’t gotten any better.

Of course that’s when his phone buzzed. Arthur groaned and answered it without looking, “Hello?”

“Hello England, it’s Finland.” Tino said. “You haven’t seen Peter have you?”

Arthur sighed, “Not today, did he run away?” That seemed to be one of the boy’s newer hobbies.

“I don’t think he did with the intention of doing so.” Tino said slowly. “I was hoping that he was with another nation and we just didn’t know it.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for him.” Arthur promised.

Tino didn‘t sound reassured, “Ok, thank you. Goodbye.”

Arthur could feel that headache getting worst with the new thought about where his little brother could be. Peter use to be a cute kid that did as he was told, but recently he’s become a little monster. And the worst part was that he wasn’t even a teenager yet, Arthur dreaded the days that were to come.

Arthur just hoped that, cruelly enough, it would be Sweden who would find him. Arthur really didn’t fancy spanking the boy, and often felt terrible for doing so afterward. Finland did try to keep Peter out of trouble with out using corporal punishment methods, but if pushed would do so. It was still generally the Swedish man that dealt out the hard punishment most of the time, and was always sure to do a good job of it.

His phone buzzed again, this time to tell him to get back to the useless meeting. Arthur rubbed his temples and threw away his tea, it wasn’t any good anyways.

As promised the next hour of the meeting had passed slowly, Arthur thought they he’d have to strangle Alfred if he talked about anything off topic anymore. Then a sudden chill swept through the room.

“Aiyya, I feel like there is a ghost in here.” China whispered.

Even America seemed to sense the mood, “Dude, are you serious?” It was obvious from the look on America’s face that a ghost wouldn’t be welcomed.

After a few more minutes of whispered discussion about the ghost Arthur had enough. “There is no ghost, can we please get on with this meeting?”

“But, what if it is a ghost?” Even France, who usually was quite sensible in cases like these was frightened.

A box in the corner of the room started to shake on it’s own. “If there’s a ghost, I’ll take care of it with my pipe. Da?” Ivan creepily smiled and held up his proud weapon.

With a quacking voice Alfred approached the box, “Dude’s it’s nothing the hero can’t handle.”

“Are you sure, Alfred?” Ivan hummed, stepping back to watch and see if the American failed.

The box moved again, and Alfred ran back and ducked behind Arthur, “Iggy this room is totally haunted! We got to get out of here!”

Wang was already at the door with Francis close behind when the box tipped over. All of the Allies watched completely stunned as they saw what had caused the scare.