July 4th

Chapter 6

Chapter six - Found out?

Arthur and Alfred wake up to the sound of their alarm playing 'Angel with a Shotgun' and make their way to the kitchen like they have done for the past few mornings now. After they have finished the breakfast Arthur washes the dishes while Alfred dires and puts them away. As they walk up the stairs, Alfred heads into the bathroom for a quick shower, brush his teeth while Arthur picks out his usual green suit for the meeting, when they are both done they change round talking about anything and everything except the meeting until....

"Artie?" Alfred says when his lover walks back into their bedroom.

"Yes Love, what is is?" Arthur walks over to the desk and tries to tame his hair which he soons gives up on. "Ummmm what if the other countries find out? I mean what if I slip up and they find out? Alfred looks up with a panicked expression, for a country who is so obnoxiously loud he can be pretty self conscious. "You won't slip up Love, but if they do find out then we will deal with it together okay? but remember that no matter what I still love you." Arthur walked over to his boyfriend and took hold of his hands, pulling him gently towards the front door. "Okay but... does that mean I can't call you Artie?" He squeezed Arthur's hand and followed him towards the door, holding it open for Arthur when they get there. "No, I think we should stick to our country names... Just in case." They got into the car, after a short nod from Alfred and drive to the meeting in silence, comfortable and content with the ways things have been going for them so far.

---Time skip---

When they arrive at the meeting hall, they were on time, meaning that a few other countries would allready be there. Walking through the corridors holding hands until they were stood outside the door to the conference room. "Alright Love... I mean America we need to do this properly, please behave and listen to what the others have to say." Arthur looked down at their conjoined hands as if studying them. "Okay England. but what if the others make fun of me again?" Arthur looks up into America's blue eyes, smiling slightly. "Don't worry America I will support you no matter what they say, try not to react though okay?" Arthur lets go of Alfred reluctantly and looks behind them as if searching for something before turning back to face Alfred again. "Okay England... Are we ready?" He reaches over to take the door handle and pulls it down slowly, preparing them for what might happen through the next few hours "As ready as I will ever be, lets go America." With that America pushes open the heavy wooden door to the conference room and walks in with England walking close behind; Germany, Italy, Japan, China, Russia, France, Spain and Romano were all seated around the table with their names all written on name plates in front of them, all watching the two countries who had just walked in and were silently taking their seats; which were conveniently situated next to each other. "America? Did something happen between you and England? You do not have a huge pile of food, did he scold you again?" Japan was the first to speak as he looked between the two, "Yea we are perfectly fine dude, I was at Iggy's house last night so I had a big breakfast." He looked at the said country to see him give a quick nod of agreement. "How many times do I have to tell you not to destroy my language you bloody wanker and stop with the nicknames." Even though Arthur was annoyed by the grammatical errors, he did not mind the nicknames at all and had a small smile playing on his lips. "Oh I bet... I think it is starting to show America..." America looked up at England to find him glaring at the one who had spoken, France, of course it would be him. "Alright, zhis meeting iz in action... The usual 8 minutes for speeches and no going over the time limit." Germany always knows how to get the meetings started on time.

---Time Skip---

The meeting went on for an hour and a half, when Germany; noticing how half of the countries were falling asleep and the other half had stopped listening and were carrying on with other tasks. "Awwww America, are you notgoing to the food court now?" France had made his way over to the American as soon as Germany had called the break. "No way dude, m'not hungry, I already told you I had a filling breakfast." England was packing away his handouts into his briefcase but his head was cocked to the side - he was listening to what the frog had to say. "Ah Mon Cher. That was almost two hours ago... and it was made by England non? How are you still standing?" With that England straightened up and glared at the Frenchman, "My cooking is not bloody awful you complete tosser, it is lovely and I think I can make an ENGLISH breakfast better then anyone!" England was mad and America knew that it could be a matter of minutes of the Frenchman pushing him, for him to start chanting those creepy summonings at France. "Ohonhonhon Mon Cher. Your cooking is terrible and everyone knows it... You Black Sheep of Europe!" England ran out of the room before America could even process what had been said, but he punched France in the face ('Bastard, he so deserved that!') and ran after his England.