International (Hetalia fanfic)

Late

Chapter 1

Late

"I'm late, I'm late, I am SOOOO late!!!!!" I shout to no one in particular as I dash through the halls of the huge building, sliding around corners. Dang, I thought to myself, why does this place have to be so big!?!?!?!?

You see, I had gotten lost in this big building because my sense of direction had decided to fail me on the day of the most important interview of my life, now I was late. What's worse, I slept in! So, now I look like crap because I had to cut my shower short. I had finally reached the door to the room I needed to enter, I opened the door, slightly, to look in, but what I found out was, that not only was I in the wrong room, BUT what I saw in there was quite amusing...

"DUDES, I think the world conference can convene, solving all of today's problems by talking extensively!" A man with sandy blond hair was shouting at a group of people around a HUGE table, "I'll get us started! About using that whole global warming thing to enslave humanity, I think we'll be OK if we genetically engineer a huge hero and have it protect the earth, I give you, SUPER HERO GLOBAL MAN!!!!!" He concluded veyry loudly. I couldn't help but giggle; it seemed like a very dumb idea.

"I agree with America-san" A man with short black hair stated, he looked and sounded Japanese. Did he just call that person America?!?!?!? Weird.

"Man up Japan! State your OWN opinion for once!" This was yelled from somewhere in the large conference room. Did he just call the other person Japan!?!?!?! Now, I am very confused. Why are these people calling themselves countries?

"Well, I disagree with America. That has to be the dumbest idea I have ever heard" a man with very bushy eyebrows said. I started laughing, HIS EYBROWS ARE SOOOOO BUSHY!!!!! I immediately doubled over laughing. Those can't be his real eyebrows, can they?

"If Brittan and America don't agree, how can they claim to be superior over us?" a man with longish blond hair questioned with a heavy French accent. I assume he is France

They one called America walked over while saying; "You frenchies just love to hate Americans, don't you?" America started poking the France with a pen.

"Wanker!" The one supposedly named Brittan shouted; "we never said we were 'superior' over anyone" Brittan shouted, then started attacking France.

After Brittan started attacking France it started a small war, type, thing. There was hitting, kicking, and punching from all three men.

"Hey, Russia, why don't you go over there and stop them from fighting?" a relatively hot guy with a Spanish accent asked a guy wearing a pink scarf. Of course, I was still watching this whole fight play out, it was quite funny.

I backed away from the door to pull out my phone to record the epicenes, when, I heard someone say; "I'm done. I'll be outside getting some fresh air if anyone needs me," I could tell it was America saying this.

I didn't have any other warning before the door flew open, hitting me in the face and knocking me to the ground. I let out a small scream before I landed.

"OH MY GOD!!! ARE YOU OK?!?!?! DID I BREAK YOUR FACE!?!?!?" he nearly blasted out my ear drum!

"Yeah... yeah I am fine, maybe a broken nose, but, other than that, I am fine" I quickly got out before he could start panicking. He helped me up off the ground. I looked up to see the guys face and what I saw nearly knocked me back on the ground again. He had bright baby blue eyes and he wore glasses. His face was flawless and I started fan-girling in my head, Oh my god, he is totaly hot!!!!

He was still talking but I wasn't paying any attention as a couple of other really hot guys left the room to investigate what had happened, I guess they heard me scream.

"HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!?!?" America shouted, obviously annoyed.

"Y-yeah..." I stuttered looking back at him, why did he have to be so HOT? I completely lost my train of thought.

"Bloody hell America, what did you do now?" I heard a faint British accent ask.

"I, uh, accidently hit someone with a door..." he trailed off

"I am fine, really, I am, but, uh, I got to go now," I shouted behind me as I started running down the hall, leaving all of the guys standing there, a little confused. Now, where is that bloody door, I am even more late to my interview now! That was a nice detour though...