The Tinkering Trio (an APH fanfic)

Chapter 3

It was a typical early spring morning, slightly chilly but not too cold. The sun poked through the the clouds bringing warmth into Boston's busy streets. There, you would find a towering business building that the countries would be meeting up.

America sighed and walked into the building. He had to be the first one there since he was the hosting nation. The blonde open the wide doors that led into a large room with Windows covering the entirety of the right wall where you could perfectly see the Boston Harbor. In the middle there was an enormous oval table where all the countries would sit. America set his brief case down in the front of the table and set up his presentation, which was a bunch of idiotic ideas and fantasies that would only exist in the mind of a child. America looked at his clock, 10:22. He had extra time to kill so he took out one of his extra pens and began to take it apart and then reinventing the pen so it functioned more like a modern cligraphy pen.

"Wow America, I didn't know you were capible if doing that," An oh-so-familier English accent said over his right shoulder. America jumped out of his skin and whipped around.

"Wha-! Oh...Hey England! You're really early" America said quickly stuffing the pen into his pocket.

"Hello, America. Could I see the pen you just made?" England asked politely.

"The pen..? It's just a piece of trash, why do you want to see it?" America asked, a little scared that he gave himself away.

"I think not. Now, can I see it please?" England asked holding out his hand.

America looked away, debating on what he should do. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!

Suddenly the large oak doors that led into the Meeting room were forced open with a bang. The Axis have arrived. America sighed in relief at the diverson and quickly stood up and ran over the greet them.

Normally England would have sighed in irritation and called him a stupid American but there was a growing feeling that America was hiding something, and it was more then the pen.

America coughed, readying his 'Hero Voice.'

"Alright Dudes!" America started getting everyone's attention. He knew it won't last long but he started anyway,

"The Hero is starting now!" America exclaimed in he deafening volume. He continued but soon there was fighting breaking out anyway, because people got bored of America's immaturity.

Within the midst of the fights and yelling, America heard 5 perfect taps.

Tap-taptap.......tap-tap.

America recognized as these as Morse code for Can we come over after? Or the literal meaning is Come over later? But it's the same thing. Italy, Poland and America know a little Morse code; all they need to know is Yes, No, Can we come over after?, Are you coming over?, Are you okay? and Help!

America responded with two taps- yes.

Italy- the one who sent the message- smile widened. America saw Italy scribble something down on the paper then skip over to Poland and secretly dropping the folded paper in his lap. Probably telling him that they can go to America's after. After all, they didn't have a Morse code phrase that said "Hey, we're all going to America's house later." Italy continued to skip around.

America sighed. All this noise was giving him a headache, but he pressed on and kept his guard up. He turned around to see a confused and worried English man before he quickly turned his head, making America question if it even happened.

After the meeting ended, much to America's relief, everyone left except England and America who were packing up late. America was about to leave when England stopped him.

"...I still would like to see the pen, if you will." The Brit asked again. America was silent before quickly thinking of an excuse. He looked at his watch that was wrapped around his wrist,

"I...Have an appointment!....Yes....I'll be late, gotta go!" America said before quickly rushing out the room. His usual famous Hollywood grin was grim and his eyes furrowed with worry.

England is into us...

England watched as America scurried out the room.

What is he hiding? The Brit thought to himself. Just before the meeting started, he watched America fiddle with his pen. He was about to walk in to stop America before he spilled ink everywhere, but his eyes stopped him. Experience and knowledge where laced in America's eyes like he knew exactly what he was doing and did so a million times. England watched for a few minutes until America finished what he was making. It was a working cligraphy pen. He watched as he tested it out. He couldnt really tell if it worked, but America's satisfied face told him that it did. When he couldn't contain his curiosity he walked over to asked America if he could see it. England expected him to give him it and then boast about it, but when rejected by America, he was confused.

Something is wrong here....

Then when the Axis arrived, America took his opportunity to get away the the over-bearing eyes of England. When the meeting ended England tried to ask one more time, which America decided to use the lame excuse that he had an "appointment". England scoffed as he left the building.

He is definitely hiding something, and I'm going to find out before someone gets hurt.

A/n

Ok but hear me out,,,,,

I kinda have a plan for this book so I will actually try to finish it XD

Anywayyyy was this chappy atleast Ok

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