What's On The Inside Matters

3rd Person POV:

              It was a dreary meeting, on a dreary day, with a tense atmosphere. Even the loudest nations were quiet, that being America and Italy. America was busy looking down upon the rainy streets of New York, admiring the lights flashing and the clusters of colorful umbrellas shuffling below. He wasn't even eating his trademark burger. The first sign that something wrong was neither countries had food, Italy was doodling on a blank paper and America was zoning out. The tension was thick, all of the nations wanted someone to say something. One noise would hopefully rid the countries of the silence that clung into the air. Nobody wanted to be the nation to speak; not even America or Italy. It didn't help that for once, America had a migraine and Italy was too scared to say something; he was only loud because America took most of the attention, in which he was happy about. The boom of lighting almost made everyone fly out of their seats. The silence overpowered it quickly, if someone were to drop a pin it would most likely echo throughout the room; it was that silent. Some were getting sick of the silence, but they knew the person who broke the silence would suffer the consequences of being yelled at. That didn't stop America, for he was used to the insults.

              "So, anyone going to say anything? Or should we continue this tomorrow?"

              Loud chatter exploded the room with noise, only making America's headache worse. It didn't help that some of the chatter included insults thrown at his country. He stood, and left. This indicated that the meeting was to be continued the next day. The nations shuffled out of the room and grabbed their umbrellas. Only one or two countries didn't have one and to America and Canada's luck, that was them. They would have chosen the stuffy room any day over the almost flooding streets of New York. The first to exit the street was England with a Union Flag umbrella. In fact, all of the countries had their umbrellas a design of their flag, it was rather confusing with Russia and France. Canada dashed out of the front doors and ran for about one minute before reaching his hotel. America wasn't so lucky, for he had to go three blocks to reach his apartment. All of the hotel rooms were checked out by tourists and nations.                  England had to walk one block in order to reach his hotel. And he to, had a headache. It was the seventh of August and it was rather cold, considering the warm weather the states' have been having. All of the nations trailed out of the room, aside from Canada, who dashed out after England. America was still contemplating whether to dash out like Canada or just walk the distance with his bomber jacket blocking the rain. He decided on just walking, sure he would be given confused looks as to why he didn't have an umbrella, but oh well. He walked toward the door and stepped out into the rain, almost getting drenched instantly. Fun. He had a pretty fast walking pace so it didn't matter. He heard splashing in almost every direction; New York was crowded most of the time. He was spotted by a certain personification holding a Union Flag umbrella, and the fact that he could be seen through the crowded streets was amazing all on its own.

              "Alfred! You dolt! Where is your umbrella?" He said rather loudly, over the splashing and thunder rolling off the skyscrapers.

"Don't have it."

"Do you want to share mine?" He contemplated whether he wanted to walk with England or stay soaked in the rain alone.

"Sure, but I have to go three blocks so I highly doubt that you will walk four extra blocks to prevent me from getting any more soaked."

              America shuffled to the umbrella and sighed in relief when water stopped dotting his glasses. He knew he would just have to leave Texas that way until he had dry clothes, unfortunately.

"Why are you walking so far?"

"That's where my current apartment is."

              England was taken aback by the sentence structure and softer tone America was using. It was strange coming from a country that only had ideas with heroes.

"Why didn't you get anything closer?"

"It would cost unnecessary expenses, and I already owe China quite a bit. Despite me paying for everyone's hotel rooms, I decided to just stick with my own apartment."

"If you are so worried about your debt then why are you paying for everyone's hotel rooms, each in a five star hotel nevertheless?"

"It is my duty as the hosting country, and I wouldn't want anyone seeing how much everything is. Besides, it is all on my credit I will pay it at the end of the month."

"How much are the current costs overall?"

"Most likely, thirty grand. With all of the hotels, food, meeting place, workers, and plane tickets to other countries it adds up after a day or so."

"That much? All for two bloody days?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, everyone will most likely stay for one or two more days afterward so I will pay for that too."

"That's the equivalent to 21,054 pounds!"

"We are at your hotel."

"Are you absolutely sure you wouldn't like me to walk with you?"

"Yeah, see ya Iggy!" He waved while walking away.

              After an hour of walking slowly in the rain America started to cough hard. It might be the onset of hypothermia, after all it was only 32° currently. It was dark by the time he reached his current abode. He went into his room and forced himself into a light sleep, nightmares starting to crowd his mind.

-Next Day-

              America arrived thirty minutes early and decided to spruce up the room; clean out the garbages and wash the table. He even fixed the sloppy writing on the chalk board. Once he was finished with all of that, he sat down; waiting for the others to arrive. The first country to arrive was England, who noticed the dark grey umbrella in the holder as he put his away. He sat across from America, who had his head in his arms, obviously sleeping. He had no burger and the room had a carefree aura to it. It was nice compared to yesterday. As time went on all of the countries for the meeting were here, and America had woken up once Germany slammed the door. Lightning flashed and the electricity went out, startled shouts were heard as the building shook. About five minutes later, all was silent in the usual chaotic room.

August 24th Edit:

I changed up the wording and such, geez does this make me cringe-

I'll fix up ch 2 tomorrow or something~

Until then~