It's all my 1p's fault.

Allen/2p America part 2

Y/n was glared at by Allen through out the rest of the meeting. The rest of conference went about as well as usual with 3 fights breaking out. When it was all over she went back to her hotel room and tried to take a nap.

However as soon as she laid her head down someone started pounding on her door. She got up and threw open the door. She was greeted with the site of the entire 2p F.A.C.E. family standing there. Y/n narrowed her eyes and asked, "May I help you?"

Oliver stepped forward until he was all she could see. "Hello poppet, we want you to come to dinner so we can discuss the baby.", he said causing Y/n to cringe. She knew this was going to eventually happen and it wasn't something she could entirely avoid. At least it wasn't just America. "Fine. Just let me shower and get changed into something else.", Y/n said. "Okay, we'll be back in a half an hour.", Oliver agreed.

When shut the door and sighed. Then went over her bag to grab what she needed. Then she carried it to the bathroom where she took a twenty minute shower. When she done she brushed her hair and changed into more comfortable clothes.

At 30 minutes on the dot someone start knocking on the door again. Y/n trudged to the door and grabbed her purse a long the way. Y/n threw open the door expecting to see four people but it was just Allen there. Looking around she said, "Where's the rest of them?", and stepped closing the door behind her.

"There down stairs with the taxi. I said I'd get you myself.", Allen explain while going towards elevator. Y/n gave him a curt nod as she stepped into it. As the doors closed she found herself backed into a corner by Allen who towered over her. "We need to talk about what you said earlier, doll.", Allen said glowering down at her.