FF: The Elevator
There is no way that he is going to be late.
America had already made it late to yesterday's meeting, earning him a long, agonizing speech from a certain Brit, so he is definitely going to make it on time today.
America sprints down the hotel's hall, a bagel in his mouth while struggling to finish putting on his bomber jacket.
He skids to a stop in front of the elevator doors and rapidly presses the small button to summon the elevator.
The reason for making it late to yesterday's meeting was because the America had stayed up late watching the Thor and the Avengers, then half way through the meeting he had fallen asleep. Now the same is beginning to happen this morning.
The U.S. groans as the elevator monitor hand slowly moves from the 34th floor to the 24th. It isn't his fault this hotel has superhero movie marathons. Last night was an Ironman marathon showing all three movies, so he ended up falling asleep at four in the morning.
"Come on!" He stomps his foot when it stops at the 25th floor.
This morning is just horrible, first he wakes up late, next he spills his instant coffee all over his shirt, then he trips rushing out the door and now the elevator is practically purposely moving as slow as it wants.
He shoves the rest of the bagel into his mouth when the elevator dings and the silver doors open.
He dashes inside nearly tripping over the Spaniard knelt down on the floor.
"Ey! Watch where you're going!"
America pretty much punches the ground floor button and halfheartedly apologizes to Spain, who is now standing beside him. Spain quirks a brow in concern at the young nation's fidgeting, "Are you okay, amigo[Friend]?"
The U.S frustratingly sighs, eyes locked on the changing floor numbers, "No! This elevator is moving too damn slow and I'm running late!"
"Late? Late for what?"
"The meeting, man! What else?"
Spain blinks, "There's a meeting today?"
The personification of the United States slowly turns to gawk dumbly at the other, shaking his head slightly. "Of course there is!"
The Spanish man furrows his brows and silently thinks for a moment before shaking his head slowly, "No there's not. It's tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? England said it was today. Dude, did you forget?"
"I didn't forget. You probably just weren't listening yesterday."
It is now America's turn to furrow his brows.
"If I remember correctly, you fell asleep halfway through the meeting. So you weren't awake when Eyebrows said that today's meeting was moved to tomorrow."
That couldn't be right. England would have told him so if he did. But then again he didn't mention it at all when he was lecturing him about being late and sleeping, not even a hint.
Then it came to the blonde.
England hadn't told him on purpose; just to get back at him for sleeping through yesterday’s meeting. No wonder he had that coy smirk on his face when he left. That big brow fart! He made America wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning for no freaking reason!
America slaps a palm to his face and Spain chuckles, patting his shoulder, "It's okay amigo [Friend]. We all make mistakes."
