Fatal Secrets

Chapter 1: The Presentation

3rd Pov: 

"Why does he have to be so obnoxious all the bloody time!" Arthur (England) angrily whisper-yelled to several other countries around him, which included Francis (France) and Antonio (Spain). 

"I don't know, and I don't get it." Francis whispered back as they continued to watch Alfred (U.S.A) laugh and make obnoxious jokes with other countries.

"How can they even stand him?!" Arthur whispered again, a little angrier this time while continuing to watch the young and 'naive' country.

Just then Ludwig (Germany) announced "Alright everyone, gazer (gather) around, the meting is about to start." 

When everyone came together Ludwig started the meting. Everyone decided to start with world hunger and took turns going around the oval table exchanging ideas. They started with Arthur, he went on about how Alfred should give out food sense he 'seems to have enough already' quoted from his exact sentence. While Arthur talked Alfred's smile seemed to fall slightly but he refused to let himself stop smiling. After Arthur went it was Feliciano (Italy's) turn. Feliceano said they should fill the ocean with pasta and nobody made a comment, just shake their heads 'no' except Lugwid, he pinched the bridge to his nose with his fingers and sighed but didn't say a word.

'When I say something like that I get yelled at... no scratch that, I can say something really smart and still get yelled or not even do anything. I can sit there quietly- not moving and they can still find something to point out about me.' Alfred thought as he puffed out a breath, he furrowed his eyebrows and rested his chin on his hand while his elbow sat on the table, he zoned out looking at the table.

Ivan's (Russia's) Pov: 

'Alfred hasn't even done anything and you're yelling at him? Don't you ever shut up?! Like come on?!' I thought while I rolled my eyes and when I did something or should I say someone caught my eye.

I straighten my back from it's slouching position to get a better look at Alfred. He looked like he wasn't completely here, almost like an empty shell. I moved closer to him and nudged him with elbow, it was almost his turn to go away. 

"Hmmm?" Alfred hummed as he jumped a bit and looked up at me with his eyes widened slightly.

"You looked a bit out of it and it's almost your turn to go." I said with a small smile and heavily accented English.

"Oh, okay. Thanks Ivan." He said sitting up a bit more and began preparing for his presentation.

Once the person before finished it was finally Alfred's turn.

'Hopefully he can actually give his speech and not get cut off before he even starts, his presentations have been a bit more serious lately just no one can hear it because England or someone keeps stopping him for the stupidest things.' I think and I feel my anger rising at my own thoughts.

Alfred's Pov:

'I guess it's my turn...' I think while standing and beginning my useless presentation, I know I'm going to be cut off anyway. I always gave supposedly 'stupid' ideas for these things but in reality it was just a hidden message for others to get ides so they wouldn't think I'm too smart, but lately I've been making them a little more serious in hope I can get my ideas across a least a little, and sense I haven't been able get a bit more of my ideas out, nobody has had many ideas.

"So it's well known that world hunger is a big issue" I pause for a moment and receive a few nods, so I continue. "I have a few ideas for the situation-" and that's when I was cut off.

"We get it, move on!" Arthur shouts, I sigh and sit back down in my seat and return back to my previous position and go back to staring blankly at the floor.

Ivan's Pov: 

'That's it!' I think angrily and quickly stand up slamming my hands on the table to grab the attention of the other nations.

"What's your problem!?" Arthur yelled while standing up and staring at me angrily.

"What's my problem?! What's your problem!? Alfred barely said anything and you entirely stopped his presentation for what?! Nothing!" I yell, I feel my anger bubbling up more as I yell.

"Why are you standing up for him?!" He shouts.

"Because unlike some people I actually care for Alfred to an extent where I'm not going to yell at him for nothing! And your his family, shouldn't you be the one standing up for him?! Not me?!" I yell starting to get angrier by the second. 

And that's when Alfred stood up and started to pick up his things and began to walk out of the conference room without saying anything.

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