Rising Fascination

Burst

The walk back to the meeting room was met in silence between Japan and America. They were best friends, or at least to Alfred they were, but after encountering someone standing alone in an empty room crying conversations would be a bit awkward.

Alfred still couldn't piece together the reason behind his tears, maybe whatever had just happened was one hell of a day dream. He was always prone to spacing out and feeling like he was in another place altogether; although never to that extent.

Or at least that would be an assumption had Japan not pointed out the dirt on his shoe while they were waiting for the elevator.

Initially it was a shock, but if he was being honest with himself it makes sense. Everything felt too real to be just a simple case of daydreaming, plus it also took up the entire lunch time block.

Which was starting to come back to him as his stomach would growl awkwardly throughout the meeting, playing it off with a hardy laugh and a pat to his belly saying "Guess I didn't fill the tank enough!"

His train of thought didn't stop throughout the day, imagery of what happened spinning through his head.

By the time the meeting only had an hour left he came to the conclusion talking to England would be important. Even if his whole magic thing was weird, he would be the best help.

"And that concludes our meeting for today, thank you and have safe travels back home." The German voice echoes throughout the room as nations begin to shuffle their belongings together and start to leave the room. Quiet conversations begin to build between the personifications, their dinner and evening plans mostly.

Alfred turns excitedly to Arthur "Hey Iggy!" he says, his volume much louder than everyone else, drawing in some side glances. "Wanna grab some dinner?"

The nation flinched initially, glaring at the american with a scowl.

He fiddled with the fabric against his thigh, waiting for England to answer his question.

First he sighed, slouching as he packed up his belongings. "Fine... but, it must be a good place. I don't want anything-" his nose scrunches in disgust "terribly greasy for supper."

"Yes!" America cheered, putting together his own things "I know the perfect place, it's a really nice family owned restaurant near my house! The best american kinda food Iggy!" he throws his case underneath his arm.

"Would you stop calling me that?" England says, although full well knowing that the nickname would still be used regardless. "Right, would you be willing to drive then? My hotel was only across the street so I didn't bother getting a rental."

America nodded in response, so the two left the building and got into the car.

As Alfred drove, the car was met with silence. The only sound was whatever came on the radio station and occasional comments on the scenery from his brother.

It wasn't a terribly wrong car ride, traffic at this hour seemed to have relatively cleared up by the time their meeting had ended.

Once the two arrived at the establishment, they were seated and ordered their drinks. They made small talk over their drinks as they waited for their entrees to be brought out to them. England ordered a simple soup with fries (or which the British country insisted they were called chips to the younger which elicited a laugh from the other.) America decided to also get fries with a cheeseburger, nothing too out of the ordinary for him.