(This takes place soon-ish ((around two decades or so idk history, except for what Hetalia teaches me)) after the Revolution)
A few minutes into the meeting Alfred caught a small glance from Arthur, causing Alfred to shrink and look at his stomach, 'it's not that big right? I've cut some off already...' Alfred thought. He looked around to make sure no one was looking he pulled up his shirt slightly, but he was too busy staring at the day old bandages and stitches to notice that Italy had looked over at him to see if Alfred was looking. Alfred came back to reality when he heard Italy's scream. He looked up to Italy pointing at him and practically yelling frantic words to Germany, the only one who could understand him. Everyone's eyes were either on Alfred or on Germany, until Germany told Alfred to come up and show his stomach.
After a couple minutes of silence Germany signed and said "If you don't come up here and show your stomach, I'll drag you up here myself." This made Alfred come up, he slowly removed his jacket, and Italy buried his face into Germany to not see the sight that made him freak out, Italy hates seeing people hurt. Alfred took a few sighs and was contemplating just ripping the bandaid off.
He gave a shy uncomfortable look before slowly lifting his shirt, but before he could get much off before Ludwig stopped him, and touched Italy on his head, "would you like to say what you saw? He looks very uncomfortable" he said to Italy.
Italy responded with "I'll just rip the bandaid off for him and look away, I don't want to think about it." Italy looked at Alfred in way that asked if he could, in the most sweet, and needing consent way a person could. Alfred just nodded and closed his eyes, he heard a few steps getting closer to him. He felt his skin getting exposed in a swift motion followed by gasps and the feeling of all eyes on him. He shrunk, this wasn't him at all! Where'd all the enthusiasm and energy go? The cockiness and narcissism, all gone. Alfred opened his eyes to see Russia standing up and walking towards Alfred, his mind thought about Russia, haw easily he could get squashed. Alfred noticed that Ivan looked pissed, why'd he be angry at this? Ivan grabbed the shirt on the ground and put it back on Alfred.
"Hand done?" Ivan whispered into Alfred ear as he gently hugged him. Alfred nodded slightly. Ivan just let out a small sigh.
"Damn it" he muttered a little after. Ivan moved his hand to Alfred's and lightly squeezed it before picking Alfred up and his jacket, and sat back down placing Alfred on his lap. The meeting continued as normal, except for glancing at Alfred was considered a normal thing, long stares as well. Eventually the topic resurfaced but was pushed back down with some short answers. The meeting managed to end relatively on time, give or take a few minutes. Before anyone could to much Ivan picked Alfred up bridal style and simply tried to walk off, Arthur however stopped him by yelling his name, Ivan stopped before the door and turned.
"Yes?" He said in his thick Russian accent.
"You can't just leave with Al- America! I know that you don't have good intentions!" England said, crinkled slightly.
"Well you weren't taking good care of him obviously! I don't understand why you people wouldn't think to ask about how he thinks he looks! He's beautiful and you all said things about him TO him! Stupid, all of you!" Ivan ranted, everyone shared glances with each other and Ivan left a minute into the silence.
"I'm sorry..." Alfred said quietly, causing Russia to sigh.
"It's not your fault! It was just their stupid actions, don't worry, I'll protect you" the Russian said with smile at the end, a sweet little smile. Alfred giggled a bit.
Ivan continued walking until he was met with the bathroom door. He swung Alfred over his shoulder and opened the door, before he could close the door the sound of footsteps running towards them began to come from the hallway. The door closed after a quick peek, it was Arthur. Ivan stepped into a stall, placed Alfred on the
