(Name) groaned, closing and putting aside her laptop then rolling off of the couch and onto the wooden floor below her. "Only Allied powers can attend the meeting, well excluding flying mint bunny which doesn't exist," She mocked a northern English accent, placing her hands on her eyebrows. The (h/c) haired girl sighed as she glared at the plain white ceiling, waiting for her American boyfriend to get back from a meeting. (Name)'s boss didn't want the country to be part of the "Allied powers" just allies to all of them... Yeah, it was complicated. Now (Country) had the main export of BOREDOM. She stood up sluggishly, brushing off her
"That idea is almost as stupid as you are, America," England said, rolling his idea and drinking his tea. The other countries just finished hearing another "GET A HERO TO FIX STUFF!" idea from said American. "For once, I agree with zhe black sheep! Zhat plan does include 'ow gorgeous I am!~" France sang, twirling around as the Brit began to shout threats at him again.
"Well none of my ideas will be as stupid as your eyebrows, dude!" He shot back, sinking back down to his chair, his cowlick drooping. England looked up from choking the Frenchman and scoffed, "Wanker. What a weak comeback! My eyebrows probably have a higher IQ than you, and you're fat." Actually a little hurt, America turned his bright blue eyes to China and Russia quietly asking for help, but received the opposite. "Being honest, he's right, aru," China muttered, leaning away from Russia as usual. Smiling, Russia nodded, "Da, I agree!"
"I don't know 'ow (Country) stays with you, America! I mean, she could 'ave moi- 'ey, where are you going?" France flipped his long blond hair before America stood up and walked towards the door. "America, where in bloody hell are-" "Leaving." The usually happy nation interrupted coldly, hoping his voice doesn't crack as a tear fell. He slammed the door as he did was he said and left the four in shock.
Meanwhile, (Name) was finishing up her (favorite drink) when she heard a punkish song that she had set as a ringtone for England. With a pout, she set the drink on the table and retrieved the cellphone, answering it. "Hey, what's up, Arthur?" (Country) asked curiously, knowing the meeting hasn't finished yet.
"Sorry to bother, love, but America just...well, stormed out," A Northern English accent replied, "He doesn't often do that, does he?" Pinching the bridge of her nose, the female sighed and said slowly, "What did you guys say?"
"Well, n-nothing too bad! Just that he was stupid and fat..." The Brit spoke quickly, "Oh... But we have said this before-!" "I know, but go easy on your insults, Iggy. Got to go, bye." Click. Slipping on shoes, she left the large house in search of America, knowing exactly where to look. Contrary to popular belief, if America is deeply hurt he doesn't go to Mc Donald's and eat; he would go somewhere quiet and secluded to cry.
Alfred sat down in the middle of a grass field of a park, tears streaming freely as his head was in his hands. He didn't care about what the others say, they usually don't mean it...Well, except Russia as the two still weren't exactly on good terms. But lately, the blond has been wondering why his girlfriend was with him and just feeling terribly insecure. So those comments were just fuel to the fire and felt like salt on a wound. "I bet she is just staying with me out of pity..." he choked out, staring at his hands.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" A voice caused his head to snap up and his eyes to meet (e/c). There (country) was, stomping up to him, an angry expression on her usually smiling face. Before Alfred could make a noise, she flung her arms around him, her jean-clad knees meeting the welcoming grass. "You are really thick for thinking that's why I'm with you," (Name) whispered as she released him and sat right next to him and he had to turn his head to see her. "What are you-" "Just shut up and listen..."
She began to sing gently, "Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me.
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots, with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me." Her fingers ghosted over his cheeks, lightly touching the scarce freckles on his smooth skin that still had dried tears on it. Alfred watched his girlfriend in curiosity as the sun began to set, casting an orange light on the couple.
"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile. You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly." (Name) pressed a kiss by one of his bright blue eyes, her soft hands resting on his thigh and near the end of his back as she continued.
"You can't go to bed without a cup of tea (or soda in your case, Alfy!)
And maybe that's the reason you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me," She laughed this time, remembering all those words he muttered while he slept; though he flushed a light pink in embarrassment.
"I know you've never love the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh!
You still have to squeeze into your jeans,
But you're perfect to me." Alfred was grinning now, (Name)'s beautiful voice coupled with her gentle smile couldn't allow him to stay depressed. Resting her head on his broad shoulders, she sang the next part softly as she began to feel tired.
"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right darlin'
But I want you to!
If I let you know i'm here for you
Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you," America looked her in the eyes and found tears in the orbs of (e/c).
I've just let these little things out of my mouth
Cause it's you, oh it's you, it's you
They add up to, and I'm in love with you
And all your little things..." She trailed off, playing with his golden locks before yawning, "Don't you ever think I stay out of pity again. I stay because I love you and all your little things." (Name)'s eyelids began to droop as she nuzzled her face to his pale neck, soon sleep was too powerful. Alfred petted her (h/c) hair as he began to cry again, but out of pure happiness. Smiling brightly, the male picks her up easily while whispering, "Thanks, (Name), I love you so much." He grinned so hard his face hurt when he heard her mutter, "Of course you do, I'm awesome. Now stop crying, you're too good looking for that, and lets go home..."