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Never before had a World Meeting seemed so intimidating to England. When he would have to speak, he would get nervous about the other county's reactions seeing as they often weren't light or kind with their words. But he knew that he'd be able to deal with their criticism by giving snide comments right back to them. However, he did not have to speak today to all of the countries about his opinions—that would have been easy. No, he had to do something that would be much, much harder.
He had to admit his feelings for America.
England cursed himself for his stupidity yesterday and how he had agreed to France's urgings. How dare the git call him a coward! He pulled on his sleeve nervously as he thought of how he could have just chased France out of his house earlier so he wouldn't have had to agree to this stupidity! He let out a large sigh as he straightened out his clothes unnecessarily—he couldn't back out of this now.
The anxiousness shot up in his body as he found himself in front of the door to the meeting room they'd be in today. He gulped as he thought of what he would have to go through today. What if America was already in there? What if America wasn't here today? What if America despised him for what he had to say? What if, what if, what if? He gritted his teeth as he clutched his hand around the door knob. He had to go in—there was no alternate choice. He turned the knob and entered the room.
He had arrived a little early, and quickly found that not everyone had arrived yet. The far side of the table was taken up by the former Axis Powers, Italy clinging to Germany's arm desperately as he was laughing about something. Germany looked annoyed by this, but didn't do anything to make him stop. Japan looked concerned by their actions and kept a distance from them, but also kept a good distance away from Russia who sat next to him, a small creepy smile on his face. The side of the table closest to the door had two seats open. England's heart clenched when he saw America's light brown hair, his body chilling. He seriously considered leaving the room until he realized that he was actually looking at Canada. He gave a mental sigh, glad that he didn't have to admit anything quite yet. Sat down next to Canada was France who was busy checking himself out in a handheld mirror. For a minute, he glared at him for being so stuck up even in public. He was about to take a seat when he realized that the two empty seats were sitting right next to each other. A scream almost escaped him—he was going to have to sit right next to America throughout the whole meeting!
France must have felt his presence behind him because he turned around, a content smirk on his face. "Aah, bonjour, mon ami!" he greeted, his hair once again caught in a mysterious wind that sent his golden locks swirling. "How are you today?"
"Move," England demanded, glaring at France with all of the hatred he could muster. "Now."
France snickered. "What if I do not want to?" he asked, slipping his arm around Canada who blushed profusely. "I was having a nice conversation with Canada. You know, about how big he is and such…"
"E-eh?" Canada stammered, his face only becoming redder as he clutched his bear closer to his chest. "France, don't say such weird things…"
"I don't care," England hissed, pointing to the open seats. "Just move over one seat! That's all I'm asking!" If they did that, a seat would be open at both ends, France and Canada being between him and America. He just couldn't sit next to America for right now, or else he would go insane!
France glanced at the seats in thought for a moment, as if considering it. Then an evil smile came to his face. "Are you scared, Angleterre?" he drawled, making anger boil up in him. "Why don't you just relax? Surely you want to sit next to your lover?" He let out one of his Frenchie laughs… until England grabbed him by the collar and drug him so his face was only two inches from his own.
