Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.1

England's P.O.V.

I kept my gaze into my tea cup, silently watching the almost invisible steam rise out of it. This bloody meeting has been going on for hours.... No one is cooperating and it highly un gentleman like. This is a meeting for crying out loud, were are their manners!? I swear I have heard America put his say in every ones statements! I am so sick and tired of-

"Hey Iggy! Dude, your face is really red!" I sharply glanced up at the git, glaring deeply into his blue eyes. They seemed to widen a bit. My eyebrow twitched in realization.

"Don't call me that you bloody twat!?" I slammed my hand down, taking quick and easy deep breaths. "I have had enough of this meeting today!? I am going home and relaxing weather you all like it or not!?"

With that, I roughly grabbed my tea cup, accidently spilling some of it out and onto my hand. I could feel it sending, the hot liquid burning my skin.

"Holy Mother of god! Bloody hell!" Out of habit, I dropped the cup and instantly brought my hand to my mouth. The cup crashed onto the marble floor, spilling the tea all over. I hissed as my hand continued to sting.

"HAHAHHAHAH!!1" Americas laugh echoed through the room, causing me to grunt my teeth. I kept my head low, making it so my hair would cover my eyes.

"Are you okay Engrand?" I numbly nodded toward Japan. At least he cared....

"Are you sure dude, it looked pretty painful." I snapped my head up at America, who seemed to flinch as I did.

"Yes, im fine! Like you would have cared anyway, you idiotic American. All you did was laugh!" America seemed a taken back by that. I was glad too, for once he could see his wrong doing....

"Dude, im sorry...it was just..." At that point he began to crack up again. Is that all he can do is laugh? and stuff his face with those grease filled heart attacks on a bun?

"Twat..." I muttered, turning and walking toward the double doors. Placing my hand on the nob, I turned my head slightly to face Germany. He was looking quite pissed off, I mean, I would too if someone spilled tea on my floor and didn't clean it.

"I'll send some one up to clean it..." He just grunted and went back to his papers. 

I sighed and walked out, shutting the doors behind me. Why am I always the one that no one cares about? I mean seripously, I could leave without telling anyone and no one would say a thing. They all think im crazy too! Im not crazy! I have friends, planty of them. Like flying mint bunny.... yeah, see I have friends...who needs them! I have my own...Bloody twats..