American Mystery (Hetalia Fanfiction)

American

Alright my lovelies. Let's get this chapter done so I can feel accomplished even though I've all but neglected all my other stories. But oh well! The only thing that matters is that I will finally finish my first story! 

It was time for the next world meeting. Fidgeting with one of the revolvers he had brought along, America let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding. He peered into the offending room, wondering if he should take the initiative and walk into it. He took a step forward before backing up further.

He looked down at the revolver, wondering if he was really going to need it. His boss had said to be prepared for the meeting, and a gun was the best way to prepare for anything. But really? Bring a gun to his first meeting? What was his boss thinking?

Stalling for more time, he inserted cartridges of bullets into the revolver's chamber. One by one, the bullets slid against the metal of the gun smoothly. Finished, America put the gun back into its holster and glanced at the clock. 

It was 8:25. The meeting started at 8:30. He gulped and tugged his favorite bomber jacket around him tighter. He had never spoken in front of anyone other than his own people, like at Congress. To speak in front of other personifications; it was unnerving. There were so many variables and so much things that could go wrong.Truthfully, America wasn't sure if he could handle it. At home, he had influence and respect. Here, he had nothing other than the hatred the other countries aimed at him.

The clock ticked one. 8:26. He really should enter the meeting before he was late. It was his responsibility. Then again, they had managed for over two centuries without him. He doubted they would need him now.

"Aren't you supposed to be the most confident country in the world?"

America looked left and saw a grumpy brit. He smiled. It was England. 

"Hey Iggy!" he answered cheerfully. "And yes, I am!"

England's two large eyebrows furrowed together, making it look like a large worm. "Then why aren't you inside the meeting room? It's going to start in..." He glanced at the clock. It was 8:27 "...three minutes."

America grinned sheepishly. "My peoples' greatest fear is public speaking. I hate talking in front of people that aren't my own."

England's glare softened a fraction. "Only a git like you'd be subject to such a silly thing. Honestly, where did your people go wrong in raising you?"

America stuck his tongue out. "At least I'm not scared of spiders."

England's eyes widened in horror. "T-they're monsters," he spat, shuddering. "Those hairy, disgusting, and vile creatures are nothing less that Satan's spawn," he swore, words full of venom.

America stood shell shocked. Who knew that spiders had such a large effect on the man. He smirked. He knew what to dress up as for Halloween now...

His smirk faded as he looked at the time. 8:28. Face pale, he unhooked his gun from the holster and started to clench it tightly. It was a nervous habit. 

England, having recovered from the previous conversation had his gaze narrowed onto the gun. "Why did you bring a gun to the meeting?"

"Boss said to be prepared," America answered simply, eyes locked onto the clock. 

"I don't think that's what your boss meant," England muttered under his breath. Either way, he gripped the American's shoulder, causing the American to look at him. "Pay attention," England muttered," since you're only going to hear this once."

England took a deep breath, hating the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Okay you bloody brat, listen. Are you or are you not an American?"

"I am," he answered slowly, not understanding what was going on.

"And as an American, are you going to let you sully your countries reputation by not going into that meeting? Are you going to let those countries get the best of you? Are you going to let them win?"

"No, I'm not."

England smiled. "Then lad, you know what to do. Show them what a hero can do. Show them what an American can do. Show then what America can do."

A grin spread across the nation's face as he stared appreciatively at his brother(?). It was nice to know that he cared.

America put his gun back in it's rightful place before purposely walking to the meeting door. He looked back at England and mouthed a 'thank you' to the man. Throwing it open, he beamed.

"THE HERO IS HERE!"

Lolz. ;)