All the time in the world (UsUk)

Chapter 17 - Confessions

POV England

The world meeting was happening just as it always does. Countries making stupid suggestions-namely America-I shot down said awful ideas got into a fight with the owner of the awful idea. France would somehow join the fight if he hadn't been the one with the stupid idea in the first place. Greece would fall asleep, Japan would look uncomfortable, Poland would complain about his hair, Italy would yell about pasta until finally Germany would crack and yell at us all to restore order. And then the cycle would repeat itself.

I sigh these meetings never achieve anything, what's the point in even having them? Then again not having them would be equally as stupid. And only god knows what would happen to world peace if they stopped, then again the world isn't even at peace even with these meetings. There really is no way to win.

The world, everything, is in a complete mess, even more so than usual.

Brexit has completely ruined my country, the pound has fallen, a depression is coming for sure. I don't even know if Scotland is going to stay part of the UK, he is such a proud, stubborn, loud mouth that I highly doubt it. The whole of the EU is pissed at me and as much as I hate the organisation I don't want to leave it. Leaving was a stupid, rash decision that I kind of made in a fit of rage. I was just pissed off and wanted to show my anger but it kind of back fired and was a very stupid decision. The EU is great for alliances and helped my economy a great deal and basically represents the world progressing. Dear god I am in for a rough couple of years ahead.

NATO is pissed of too at me too: again because of Brexit and to top it all off the war on terror is only getting worse. We are going about things in completely the wrong way, although we can't figure out what the right way is and everything is just getting slowly worse. France is a panic struck mess, Turkey is in shambles, the eastern countries are having a panic attack and to top it all of I am pretty sure that Donald Trump is going to explode the world. Either him or Putin or whoever the bloody hell controls China. Oh dear god we are all doomed.

Then again I always think we're doomed and the world hasn't ended yet. Plus at least the cold war ended... sort of.

I stood in the hallway of one of the many world conference corridors. Trying to collect my thoughts before the break ended and another round of hellish arguing would begin.

Suddenly my wrist was grabbed by none other than the frog and he proceeded to drag me down the hallway. I was about to yell at him but he put a finger to his lips and smiled at me mysteriously. Something about the look made me shut up and I allowed the frog to drag me to wherever it was we were going.

I was too tired to argue with him anyway, my head hurt so much thinking about the variety of problems I had to deal with right now. Did I even mention global warming?! There is no way I had any energy to deal with France, if he is going to drag you somewhere it's sometimes better not to fight. Unless he's dragging you off to marry you. Then fight against him with every ounce of your strength and mental will, dear god I still have nightmares about that.

France dragged me into a room with two doors. He shut the one we had come through and started whispering to me.

"Now Angleterre can you see the door behind me?"

"Yes?" I whispered back utterly confused and slightly pissed off: what on earth was going on? Why are we whispering? What's with all the secrecy? And why did I allow myself to get into this conversation? I could see the door which France had his back to: it was open fully and I could see two figures standing in the hallway beyond the door.

"Through that door are Amerique and Japon, they can see everything we are doing right now. Unless you want me to tell America that you love him kiss me now." What the bloody hell! This is insane!