Forbidden Flowers (On HIATUS)

The World Meeting

It was a beautiful day outside. The grass, lightly coated in iridescent mist, was a luscious, dark green color. The birds were finally returning after the dark, cold winter that plagued the lively city. Magnificent flowers of all different colors were blossoming in all of their radiance within the gardens. The innocence of children's laughter filled the air, bringing forth a warm, content feeling in those who heard. It was a beautiful day indeed.

It was definitely not a day that Alfred F. Jones, better known as America, wanted to be stuck in the stuffy meeting hall of the United Nations building. The other nations of the G8 were fighting. Again.

"You bloody git!" Arthur Kirkland, the United Kingdom, screamed at Alfred. "Eating all those hamburgers! It's no wonder your brain is mush! Not to mention your fat, lazy, ingrate self! All you do is sit around all day, playing video games! It's a miracle that you're still a country! Let alone the world's superpower!"

Alfred flinched at this. It had been months since he had a proper meal. Years since he touched a burger. He worked overtime, trying to make sure his country stayed intact and attempting to pay off his debt.

'Am I still that fat?' the young man questioned. 'Surely I can't be, I haven't eaten in ages… but that is just what I think. Arthur is much older and wiser than me, I should just listen to him.'

"Well, you did raise him. No wonder he's got such a bad taste in food," Francis Bennefoy, or France, said with a sly smile, ridiculing the Englishman's cooking.

"What was that, you frog?" Arthur aggressively questioned.

"Nothing. I just wonder how he survived with your cooking," the Frenchman stated.

With that, the two were now fighting, leaving Alfred be. At this point it seemed like everybody except Alfred and Matthew were fighting in some way, shape, or form. Of course, Matthew Williams, or Canada, was practically invisible. Even when he wasn't, his voice never raised beyond a normal tone.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" Ludwig Beilschmidt, or Germany, screamed at the top of his lungs. Everything immediately went silent. "Since it seems like everybody here rather argue than actually work, this meeting is adjourned."

Like that, everyone left the building. That is, except for a very concerned Canadian and Slav, who stayed behind to discuss the state of a certain American.

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401 words, not including this down here. Sorry for the short chapter...

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