1953-1962 USUK Ch.2 1954

"I don't want to be here—" America grumbled as he slumped down on his seat, loosening his tie on his way down. "Ugh, so boring." He said tossing a comic book with a pleasant looking apparition on the cover down onto the table.

"You've been saying that since we've gotten here." England frowned in disapproval at America's lack of professionalism. "And would you sit up." America rolled his eyes at the Brit's stuffy comments but, still did what he was told.

"But we've been here for three weeks." He mumbled with a pout, read justing his tie after seeing England target it with his eyes. Their break would soon be over and England would have a fit if his dress was not in tiptop condition. Some mother-henning he wasn't able to get rid of, America supposed.

"And we're going to have to be here for a lot longer so, I suggest you take things a little more seriously." England replied, already preparing his paperwork for the next round. Yet, not without grabbing and shoving the comic book into the American's arms.

"I don't know where you've been old man, but I've been taking this incredibly serious." He said throwing the book down into his pile of junk on the floor while stuffing a whole cookie into his mouth, England sighed.

"Perhaps, but you haven't been making this particularly easy." England handed him a nearby napkin. America looked confused about the gesture until finally wiping away the crumbs off his chin. "You're simply disregarding the opinions of those you don't agree with."

"That's because they're wrong."

"You can't be plainly black and white about this." England shook his head at America's stubbornness.

"I can if they're wrong." America answered, a matter of fact, lifting up a finger to demonstrate his 'point'."You're not making it easy either." He gave the Brit a smirk.

"You want me to simply agree with you?" England asked with a scorn, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Yes, that would be awesome." America nodded, with a now a lopsided smile. It would make everything so much easier if everyone could just agree with his opinions because surely he was right.

"I'm not going to agree with you simply because you expect me to."  England frowned deeply. He knew America wanted the others to agree with him but, it bothered him greatly that he expected England to, no matter what the circumstances. "I—"

"Ho ho, what do I see here?" said a voice, interrupting the Englishman's speech, as well as sending uncomfortable shivers down his spine. "Trouble in paradise, hm?" said the voice coming in closer to the couple that were seated on a large wooden table.

"Oh, sod off, Francis." England scoffed. "I don't want to listen to you before I have to." The irritated England glared, while America sat back and enjoyed the French-British relations.

"Oh, must you say such callous things?" France replied over-dramatically, placing a hand over his heart and the other through some strands of his hair. "You know, Arthur. If you were to let me join your tango, I could surely liven it up." He curled his lips and gave a wink as he went to place an overly caressing hand on the Brit's shoulder.

"Don't touch me, you frog." England exclaimed forcefully slapping the hand off him as if it were a bug that had landed on him. He even went as far as wiping his shoulders to remove the invisible residue that might have lingered. "As if I would ever let you anywhere near me."

"Ah, just you?"  France leered. "This means you have no objection against me getting near little Amérique?" he said glancing over to the American, whose eyes widened, a half-eaten cookie hanging out of his mouth. He was caught by surprise; he wasn't expecting to get dragged into the European bickering just yet.

America quickly finished off the rest of the cookie as he witnessed England's face turn several shades of red. He was currently trying to say that he didn't want France's grungy hands anywhere near America without saying he didn't want France's grungy hands anywhere near America. France, meanwhile, was taking in all his mumbling with a fit of laughter. America found this highly amusing and England incredibly cute as he stumbled through his words. He would normally remain watching this as a form of entertainment but he knew he should probably sympathize with his irritable Brit, especially after seeing the two commie bastards near the door getting ready for the next part of the strenuous meeting. Besides, he really didn't want France anywhere near him anyways, who knew where he's been.

"I super object, man." America announced, raising his hand for attention. His proclamation earning him a sly smirk from the perverted Frenchman and a teeny tiny look of appreciation from the Brit. "No offense, France, but I really don't want you anywhere near my goods."

"What a shame then." France responded with a false look of disappointment. "I just wanted to remove all the stress you two were having."

"Ha.If you would please care to remember that one of the reasons we are here is because of one of your wars." England pointed out, recoiling slightly as France came down to his eye level.

"Mm…yes. This is true." He said too close for England's comfort. "But if you would please care to remember that your lover is the one backing me up." He finished, tapping England on the nose quickly before standing back up and heading towards his seat.

"Bastard." England muttered. America gave him a shrug and an apologetic look, holding his back slightly hunched over. That was until both Russia and China stepped through the door into the large conference room. At that, America immediately sat up straight and adjusted his glasses that didn't really need the tweak. It was time for round two.
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They have been having this meeting for three weeks now, all starting April 26 and surely it would last longer. Switzerland was nice enough to let them over to have the conference. This conference was held in order to accomplish all they were unable to during the Berlin Conference earlier this year. It was hard for everyone to agree on any subject matter. They only managed to achieved a very few things in Berlin, such as Russia agreeing to leave Austria alone. The bigger issues such as, how to handle the Indochina war and the Korean unification were left to be further discussed.

This conference was to be more international as well. The regular members being America, England, France, Russia, and China, while others came in and out periodically depending on the topic for the day.  More was being accomplished it seemed, but not without a challenge.

"So, it seems that we are agreeing with the declaration of Indochina receiving their independence." England noted, glancing over to France who gave him an awkward smile and shrug.

"It happens sometimes, doesn't it?" He said, as England sent him a small glare. "My citizens are getting highly distraught about it. It is a bit ironic that we are currently fighting our largest battle as we speak." He finished, releasing a deep sigh.

"Yes. Well, we'll have to continue this discussion at a later time. "England said, as he shuffled his paperwork over to whatever was next on the agenda. "For our next topic we will be going over the possibility of a Korean unification." He continued taking a quick glance at those present. They all looked exhausted after hours of discussions and disagreements, the only breaks they received being for meals.  They seemed preoccupied with looking over their notes, yet England couldn't help but to notice America subtle glances towards their communist members.

He sighed softly as the group waited silently for a short moment. A quick rest, until the beautifully engraved double wooden door to the meeting room was opened. In an opening just enough for someone to squeeze through, two Asian nations came through and joined the already seated group. One of these nations promptly took their place next to the eldest Asian nation, while the other took their seat next to the American.

"North, South Korea. Thank you for joining us." England welcomed with a nod of the head. "Now that the war is over it is time to go over the chance of unification." He paused. "Now, does anyone have any suggestions on how this should be handled?" England didn't have a chance to finish before both South Korea's and America's hands promptly shot up into the air.

China huffed at their overzealous movements, crossing his arms and sitting back, North Korea following in his footsteps. Russia remained looking on intensely, the large grin never leaving his face.

"Yes, Korea?" England asked, getting a raised eyebrow from all the nations present, excluding Russia. England sighed. "South Korea." He emphasized, earning him a smile from said Asian.

"I propose that China leaves." South Korea said with a short break as he glanced over to notice his older brother's reaction. China, however, stayed emotionless. "That the UN Stick around and help supervisor the elections that'll be held only in the north." Again he waited, this time taking a look at all of his surroundings. "Oh, and lastly, that South Korea is to be the only legal government of Korea." He finished off with a short lived smile as North Korea quickly stood up.

"What?!" He shouted. "I'm Korea too. Why should you be the only one that gets to make legal decisions?"

"North Korea, please calm down." England said trying to placate the angered nation. North Korea turned his head over to the English speaker before once again taking his seat, not without another angry sneer at his other half. "We are just listening to proposals now. There is no need to get over worked over them." England desperately wanted to keep the meeting from getting out of hand.

"I think it's a great idea though." America spoke up giving South Korea a friendly shove. "I agree with South Korea's proposal. It only makes sense to leave it all him, doesn't it?" He asked, receiving a nod of approval from the Asian to his right while getting glares from across the table.

"I don't believe that I agree with you, Little America." Russia said with a smirk. "We can come up with a much better idea, da?"

"Okay, one. Would everyone quit calling me little? Two. I think you're wrong, but what else is new? This is obviously the best solution." America squabbled before a new awkward silence filled the room as Russia and America began an intense staring contest. The remaining nations watched on in a combination of both morbid fascination and trepidation. France, in particular was incredibly grateful that he had been temporarily forgotten during this section of the meeting. They're faces that held looks of concentration were slowing forming into equally bizarre grins. "The better government would be in charge." America finally continued after what it seemed to be an elongated minute.

Everyone's eyes turned to the Russian nation; sometimes America didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Russia's grin only deepened as he openly stretched out his hands on the table in front of him. Unsure of what this gesture meant, America was just satisfied to know that he was reacting to his words. The staring continued and the tension in the room remained for a few more seconds until both nations prepared to open their respective mouths.

"I object." England said in a nonchalant matter, intertwining his fingers over the wooden table,sending waves of tension breaking vibrations of sound through the room. He was really waiting for America's reaction.

"What?" America shouted, turning over to face the British nation. He held a look of utter confusion as he now stared at England, waiting for him to reply. When he didn't, America decided to continue on. "What do you mean you object? You honestly can't be agreeing with them." He stated in a sheer horror. That couldn't possibly be the case. Could it? England was supposed to be on his side when it came to this. Communism couldn't win. England was as capitalist as you can get.

"I'm not." England answered assertively, trying to make it perfectly clear that it was not what the American had been thinking. "I never said I did, but your proposal is completely unreasonable." he finished, still leaving America with a mystified expression.

"Thank you, England." China said to the Brit with a small side and a tilt of the head. This sign of gratitude earning him a harsh look from the American.

"Tch."America scoffed, as he continued leering over the elder nation.

"I told you before." Said England, grabbing America's attention once more. "You can't simply disregard other's opinions. They are just as involved."

"Yeah, but—"America stopped midsentence, unknowing how to proceed with his statement. He couldn't find a means of saying that they should all just listen to him. Surely, England was mistaken and it was truly only him who was being reasonable. America persistently searched for words as England watched him struggle. It was not until China cleared his throat that their attention was once again brought over to the rest of the party.

"I wish you would leave your marital squabble at home-aru." China said bored, his head resting firmly on the palm of his hand.

"Oh, you're one to talk." America responded quickly. "I bet you were busy making out with Russia during our break."

"Alfred!" England's shout went to deaf ears, of course. He sighed. America couldn't help himself nowadays. He'd take a stab at the communist countries any chance he had.

"Ah, I can assure you that that did not happen Little America." Russia responded. His awkward never-ending grin shined prominently on his face, causing America to quiver against his will and not to mention that he called him little once more."But I would not mind it." He pivoted over to get a good look at China, who was currently inching away.

"It's not going to happen."

"Ah ha." France laughed nervously. "It seems like we may have strayed just a tad, non?"  

"Yes, Francis is right." England said, no matter how much it pained him to say it. "We have heard from one side." He took a glance to the respected nations. "Now, let us hear the other." He glanced across the table. "North Korea, do you have a proposal you'd like to share with us?"

"Yes." He answered, as he began to stack his paperwork neatly and cleared his throat into his hand before beginning. "I propose that elections are to be held through all of Korea, not just my half and it should be run by an all Korean commission as well." He finished with a shift nod of the head. "Also—"he continued, not giving the other nations the opportunity to respond. "I believe that all foreign nations must leave. You are not needed nor wanted." North Korea concluded his suggestion while staring directly into America's poker face.

"Ah." England cut in. "Even if all foreign nations were to leave. I still believe there should be some sort of—surveillance."
"There could be a group of neutral nations supervising." China suggested, receiving a gesture of agreement.

"That is fine." North Korea answered with such monotone. It greatly complimented his expressionless face as he waited silently for the reactions that came just as soon as he thought they would.

"I object." South Korea and America said in near unison.

"Of course you do." North replied irritably. "Please, tell me why." He humored, but not without lifting up a hand before America as he readily opened his mouth. "Not you—you." He shifted his sights on his southern counterpart.

"It's a horrible idea. You just want everyone out so you can come after me again." He answered animatedly. "You seem to forget that you started all this." He crossed his arms as the other half narrowed his brows. "I don't understand why you don't like my proposal."

"Because you completely left me out of it!"

"Alright!" South started with his hands out in front of him, gesturing to the other Korean to stop. "How about elections throughout all of Korea?" North nodded. "But it all goes according to me." He ended with a smile.

"You're still leaving me out of it!"

"It sounds good to me. I see nothing wrong with his proposal." America proclaimed, receiving a quiet thank you from South Korea.

"It has everything you want, doesn't it?" North Korea replied with a snarl. He had no desire to speak with the American but unfortunately for the Asian nation, he played a rather large role.

"It sure does." America said smugly with a grin to match. "Who would want you to have full power? Who knows what you'll do with it?" With every word that left the American's mouth the deeper the frown on the Korean fell and the more the tension returned to the room. "You'd probably just try to push your communist agenda around South, here." He said, pointing his thumb over towards the southern half. "Then after that you'll go on to try with the rest of Asia."

"Alfred, I do suggest you calm down." America thought he heard England say in the background.

"Is that so?" North asked rhetorically, cocking a brow and his hands gripping his arm rest tightly. "What about you?" he asked, as America looked at him straight on, no clear expression. "Aren't you just pushing your agenda around by getting involved in every war that doesn't concern you?" And with that, it was now America's turn to glower.

The conference filled with an eerie silence as America's face phased through different colors and emotions before landing on a unique appearance. There was no name for the expression that America carried. It was neither anger, frustration, nor pride but a bizarre combination of the three. Exhaling, he rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he held up on the armrest. "You know. It's funny." He said, looking up towards the ceiling before returning his glaze back down towards the rest of the nations and laughed dauntingly.  He removed his resting chin from his palm and instead leaned closely to the table. "I remember being reprimanded for not getting involved before." He laughed again shifting his sights quickly towards his former allies who only stared back. He quickly moved towards his remaining allies to his left, England inwardly frowning. "You should have gotten here sooner." He mocked.

"But now—Now, it's mind your own fucking business, America. Unless you're on our side, of course." He laughed again. "But you don't need me, right?" he smiled at North Korea as he sat back, watching and taking it all in quietly. "Not while you're Russia's puppet." He finished, his voice changing drastically. What had started out as quick and high, almost hysterical, switched to something low and steady.

The change in his tone was so sudden that additional seconds were needed to fully grasp what was said. However, the moment it was understood, North Korea and Russia wasted no time leaping off their seats. The Korean, unable to convince his mouth to move only snarled towards America who remained seated. He stayed unmoving, only eyeing the nations as they stared back at him with some sort of repressed fury.  

Russia held a usual smirking grin that to anyone else would seem no different. Yet, with a careful eye and noteworthy experience, one could notice the malicious glimmer that radiated throughout his entire being. His violet orbs appeared to be smiling along with his lips while his arms, unmoving stayed planted at his sides. While North Korea remained content with his simple sneer, Russia could not resist a taunt the American. Once making eye contact, he tilted his head slightly to his right before widening his beam. "I can show you what I really do with puppets. Care to volunteer, Mr. Jones?"

"I'd like to see you try." America teased back as he literally sat at the edge of his seat, a smirk decorating his own face.

"I don't think that'll be necessary." England responded promptly as he stood up himself, placing a hand on America's shoulder, an attempt at keeping him calm.

"Ah, but Little America seems very excited to see puppets, da?" Russia said, making sure to drag out his last syllable in a condescending tone.

"But I can already see one." America replied, turning his head to the North Korean who continued to glare, unable to verbally express himself. "I can see how well you pull strings right here." At this, China had also reached his limit with the American. Shooting straight up to join his allies, China gripped on the edge of the table in front of him.

"And what about you?"

"What about me?" America asked, confused about China's question.

"You really don't believe that you are simply using South Korea as a puppet?" China asked, taking a look at the Asian across from him, South Korea catching his big brother's sight.  "Manipulating him to think like you."  He finished, his attention returning to his original target.

"Don't compare me to you!" America scoffed loudly. "All you communist are all the same—"

"I think—" England interrupted loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "I think this is enough for now."  He announced sharing a look with China who nodded in agreement. "Emotions are running high. A long rest will do us all some good."

"Yes, that is an excellent idea." Straightening himself up and flipping his ponytail back, China nodded once again. "We should go now and come back refreshed. " He said rehashing the suggestion. The nations on either side of him showed approval by grunting a 'yes' and 'da' respectfully.  

As the three communist countries gathered their belongings and made their way through the large wooden double doors,England released a sigh of relief as he sat back down on his chair. He covered his face in one hand as the other gently rubbed his temples. He was incredibly grateful that the dreaded day was over. He could feel that he was being watched by the American and Frenchman on either side of him but, he chose to ignore their presence for a moment longer.

"Well—" South Korea started, America turning towards him. "That didn't go too bad, right?" he said, causing what sounded like a groan come out of the tense Brit, who decided that messaging both of his temples was the right move.

Not being able to waste a moment such as this, France leaned in over his own arm rest and towards the distracted England. "You know, Arthur." He whispered seductively into his ear. "If you'd like, I coul—"

"Not ever." England proclaimed quickly, removing his hand from his temple and into the Frenchman's face while removing himself from his chair and stomping his way out the doors.

The three remaining nations watched on as the door closed with a loud slam before the room immediately fell into silence. Awkwardly, they stared at the now shut door for several minutes, unknowing what their next move should be.

After a few more second of stillness, France turned to the American. He earnestly felt for the boy, he would have his work cut out for him. He knew full well the wrath of the Englishman "Good luck with that later."

"Yeah…"
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"I don't want to be here." England immediately heard after stepping into an ample sized lobby room.

The conference was still going on, now in mid-May, and they were all sure there were more months to come. The day's meeting had been over for a couple of hours, all nations had dispersed to their own quarters or went off to do their own things. America would often insist that he and England go out to eat dinner. Being stuck in a room for the majority of the day discussing boring things gave one an appetite, he'd say.  This day had been different.

America was nowhere in sight once the meeting was adjourned. One minute he was standing next to the Brit and the next he was gone. The only time he had to flee unnoticed was the few seconds it took England to gather and pack up his things into his briefcase.  He remained in the room briefly, waiting for the American to return, believing he had just run off to the restroom. After deciding that he was not going to be coming back and that he was not hiding underneath the table, England stepped out in his search.  
After searching throughout all restrooms the building held and the empty conference rooms on the floor, England decided to call their hotel, where he received no answer. He was going to soon give up on his search and head towards their hotel. Surely, America would have to return to it eventually. That was until England remembered a nice lobby room on the first floor of the building. America had found it initially; excited about finding a place he could 'hide out' during meetings.

It was of decent size, decorated plainly with only several lamps, a patterned burgundy rug, coffee table, and a dark brown couch that America was currently sitting on. The only real luxury was the television set sitting at the front of the room, it remained off however. Holding America's attention instead was the newspaper in his hands.

"You always say that." England responded wearily. The upset he was feeling about going on a goose chase slowly deteriorating.  There was something about America's demeanor that told England that this wasn't just one of America's usual fit of whining. His slumped shoulders gently shook as he sniffed several times.England used all the will inside of him to suppress his desire to tell him to use a tissue.

"But I mean it this time." He replied as England set his briefcase down and made his way around the couch, still unable to see if face.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." America said surprisingly soft, finally lifting his head and looked over to the concerned England. "Nothing at all."His eyes were beginning to develop a red hue and small droplets were still finding their way out, yet they remained shining. They were not shining because of their dampened state but because of an inner joy America seemed to be radiating. "I just wish I was at home right now." He said standing up, the paper still being held in his left hand.

"Why?" England asked confused, at the sight of America now pacing throughout the room. "What happened?"

"It's a start. It's definitely a start." America said mostly to himself as he continued to walk aimlessly, scratching his head. "Things can only get better after this, right?" He asked, stopping his step suddenly and faced the still bemused England, pleading for some sort of reassurance.  

America's desperate plea warmed England's heart. America's ability to maintain a positive innocence after everything he had been throughis what he found charming. He only wished he knew what he was being asked about. Not being told his reason for his current manners was slowly frustrating the Brit. "America, I don't know what you're talking about."

"They're all mine." America said, shedding a tear. "I want them to get along."

Unable to stand not knowing, England promptly stepped forward and snatched the newspaper out of the American's hands. Catching him by surprise due to his own distraction, America simply looked down at his now empty hand before turning his attention towards the Brit. "High court bans school segregation." England said, reading the headline off The New York Times. "Alfred…" he said softly, looking up at him, over the paper.

"It's great, isn't it?" America smiled, leaning on the back of the couch.

"It's wonderful." England said joining him. "This has always bothered you." He handed the newspaper back to America. He had arranged for it to be sent to him every day, he wanted to stay in touch with what was going on at home.

"Yeah, but I'm scared." America replied, looking back down at the headline. "I just hope this makes everything better not—you know—worse." He sighed.

"At least Russia can't use it against you anymore." England mentioned, America agreeing with him with a smile.

The whole world knew of America's segregation among his people. His supposed, separate but equal doctrine.  Though his government had ran like this for many years, he did not. America himself could not agree with something that divided his people. To him they were all his citizens and thus cared for them all equally so, he could not fathom a way to separate it. However, his government and even some of his people believing in segregation had been used against him for years. Russia, in particular has used it as propaganda against him since the 40's. A nation preaching freedom and rights to a nation who they claimed repressed them was seen as highly hypocritical.

"But do you really think this will change things?" America asked, again facing England with his worried, begging eyes.

"I think it's a start." The older nation said. "It's going to take some time." America had been struggling with this issue for many years and a simple decision was not going to change everything. Change doesn't happen instantly and this he knew well. If that were the case, the world would be much easier to run. America knew this too, surely. He just needed a glimmer of hope. "But I know it can be done." He said, placing an encouraging hand on the American's shoulder.

"Thanks, Artie." America whispered, entering them into a comfortable silence. That was until an almost mischievous grin found its way onto America. "I can still shove it in Russia's face."

"No." England said very clearly, immediately grabbing the other's attention. "You are going to have to behave yourself."  He said starting his lecture, America having to reply with a roll of his eyes."Don't roll your eyes at me." England continued, causing America to laugh and swoop around until he was standing in front of the Brit, facing him.

"Aw, come on. I'm not that bad." He rationalized. It's not like a fight has broken out or anything. If that happened then maybe England had a reason for lecturing him, even if they did deserve it."Just giving the reds a hard time." He smirked, grabbing England around the waist after setting the newspaper nicely on the top of the couch's back.

"You are going to get yourself into trouble." England said, crossing his arms, ignoring the hands on him.

"Oh, you like it when I argue." America said teasingly as he leaned closer into the Brit's personal space.

"I most certainly do not." England argued back while attempting to step back before remembering that he was blocked in by the couch. 'Blasted.' he thought, who would put that there? "All it does is showcase just how immature you are." He said, trying to distract the American from his intentions. That, and he really did believe that he was simply illustrating how young and inexperienced he truly was. "Truthfully, I'm quite embarrassed."   

"Don't deny it." America smirked, the distraction clearly not working. "Doesn't it just chill ya'?" He said in a near whisper, sending rapid butterfly touches up both of England's arms.  The quick tickling sensation creating small clusters of goose bumps that ran throughout his limbs.

"I don't even know what that means." England stuttered out, turning his head to the side, trying to completely avoid eye contact with the American. This was neither the place nor the time, but he was finding it increasingly hard to overlook the hands now holding him at the elbows. "Can't you take anything seriou—"

"I can show you." America hissed huskily into the shorter man's ear, sending a wave of shudders down his spine. Once the quivers ended their trail, England cursed himself for reacting and immediately began to glare. He then cursed America for being a cheeky bastard seeing as he continued to grin.  

"That won't be necessary." England said, trying to make his way out of the corner he currently found himself in. He managed to push America way and nearly succeeded in escaping before the hands found their way around him once more. America had no intention of letting him go anywhere. This was too fun and they hadn't had a chance for that in a while. The endless meetings were taking its toll on everyone. "Alfred—" England warned in the same tone he always used to demonstrate that he had had enough.

"Arthur—" America mimicked badly causing England to glowered directly into America's eyes, willing him to let go. Believing that it was working as America's bold smile seemed to dim, England began to pull back. This of course did not work, for America only increased his hold and cocked both of his eyebrows twice—England cracked.

"Not now." He laughed involuntarily as America again closed in on his personal bubble. "Not now." He repeated in vain.

"I think now is a perfect time." America countered, leaning in much further.

"It's not…" England argued back breathlessly, despite the fact that he was helping close the gap between them.  He lifted his arms, grabbing onto America's biceps as hands held his lower back with a gentle strength. America inclined down, England stretching up as they neared each other slowly. They stopped only mere centimeters away, their breaths sending either a coffee or tea scented breeze upon the others face.  They stood so close that the slightest movement would cause their lips to softly brush. They stood like that, nearly pressed onto each other letting some sort of passive passion overcome them until England let out a deep exhale. With that, America let a final smile dance across his face before deciding that it was indeed the perfect time to fully close any space between them.

"Look a room!"

Within half a second the two nations found themselves splitting apart faster than they ever could have imagined. America had moved away so quickly, with the help of England's push, that he needed the support of the sofa before tumbling down. He was incredibly grateful that the furniture was heavier then it appeared and didn't tip over along with him, didn't want to have to explain that. He turned swiftly to their new found company, who looked back at him and smiled. They hesitantly smiled back just before turning their glaze onto the other man.

England stood across the other side of the room with his arms crossed. "Yes." He coughed, clearing his throat into his closed fist. "It is a room." He said before making his way out the door, leaving the American to stand alone awkwardly.

Finally coming to, America chuckled, grabbed both of their belongings and followed the speedy Englishman out. He couldn't resist taking a look back the three men that still stood confused by the doorway. "That was smooth." America teased, prodding England in the back with his own briefcase.

"Oh, belt up."
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"I can't accept this." England announced while looking at two long written proposals out in front of him.

"Why not?" China asked, not needing to raise his voice to hear that he was not happy with England's decision. "Does it not have all you want?"

As the conference would indeed continue, this marked the last day they would discuss the possibility of Korea unifying. There had been proposals and declaration going in and out the entire day, all rejected for one thing or another. It was insanely difficult to please two sides that contained such different points of view. After an already long day there was still no end in sight and no agreement seemed imminent. Yet, they all knew. They all knew that today was the day. Something or nothing had to be done.
Hours of disagreements and near fights between two specific super powers were wearing everyone down. So, in order to finally maybe end all of it, China and Russia made a surprising declaration. They did not only support a unified and independent Korea. They supported a democratic Korea.

"I'm not rejecting your ideas." England declared, not taking his eyes off the papers set in front of him. "I just can't accept you declaration."

"What does that even mean?"  China was not at all satisfied with England's response. He deemed it an endless circle of unanswered questions.  Did he like it or not? If not, what is the meaning of 'not rejecting your ideas?' If he did, why decline it?

"It means no." America replied candidly, getting an evil eye from everyone in the room, including England and France. Three months and he still hadn't been able to pick the ability of holding his tongue.

"It is a very bad way to say it, no?" Russia asked tauntingly. If America could not control how he spoke, Russia could still not control how he replied. The both being in a single room for hours at a time was the cause of the many arguments, near fights, and long lasting staring challenges. No, not much had changed at all. "It sounds as if you like it, but can not be accepted because it is mine." He smiled.

"I can assure you that that is not the case." England said, sliding the declarations back across the table as they were eyed wearily.

"Then what exactly is the case-aru?" China said, sitting back in his seat while intertwining his fingers across his chest, leaving the documents untouched. Intrigued by the question, Russia smiled further, sitting up straight with his hand fully planted on the arm rests of the chair.

"There are things we can't agree with." America interjected, mirroring China's way of sitting. China frown deeply, unsure if it was coincidental or a form of mockery.
  
"Really?" China asked not convinced. "So, tell me. What are the things?" Russia nodded wordlessly next to him. He stayed unmoving, refusing to blink as he waited for the reply that never came. Instead, a spell of silence filled the room as America refused to dignify the question with an answer. Instead of muttering a word he returned to responding with a glance, however, China had never been one to play games the way his comrade did. "Interesting." He hummed, cocking his brow. "So, it is safe to assume that your lack an answer means that you are indeed disagreeing simply to disagree?"

"Tch, don't flatter yourself." America clicked his tongue.

"Well, then?" China asked. "Can't you just admit that the proposal is fine? Many other nations have already agreed. If you agree to it now we can choose the best time and place to further discuss this so it may finally be done." China continued, shifting his position.  He now moved over closer to the wooden table, his way of making certain that the America knew full well that he was speaking directly to him. He watched intently as America turned back to look at the much older nation and shook his head before turning back.

"No."

China slapped the table before him. "Now what?" China asked loudly, finally losing the composure he held so diligently. "That's it?" He asked rhetorically, never expecting anyone to open their mouths. He scanned around the conference room to see everyone avoiding eye contact with everyone else. "So, we have nothing?" He asked once again not anticipating anything but silence in return.

"I hope you can see—" China continued, looking directly at England, the first nation on the opposite side to look up. "I hope you see that if there is any reason why this couldn't end nicely, it was him." He said as he pointed to America, who continued to look away.  
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"Don't tell me you wouldn't like being home right now." America asked England who sat next to him.

"It would be nice." England replied, putting down the book he had been reading. It was something about rings. "But it's not like I'm not going to see it here—and this." He paused momentarily to take in his surroundings. "It's beautiful."

As the conference continued, they were lucky enough to receive the day off. It was a special occasion after all. Today, three continents will be able to witness a total eclipse. Though being home would make this event extra special the luscious green that rolled for acres did make a nice back up.

"It is." America admitted, touching down to feel the grass between his fingers. "But this is the first time you've had an eclipse at home in forever."

"Yes, but I've been around for a long time. I've seen my share. This is just fine." England replied, stretching his legs out in front in.

"Yeah, you are pretty old." America said, not being able to resist the joke. He smiled brightly at the half hearted leerEngland sent his way, knowing he was in too good of a mood to really get upset. America sighed happily as he lied down and spread himself out on the blanket it below him. This was just what he needed, a nice warm day in the sun and soon to be no sun. America giggled to himself over his clever thought.

It was very surprising when they all agreed to take the day off. Many believed it was a combination of being able to see something so rare and just needing a break that convinced everyone. England was particularly excited about the event though he tried to down play it. He wasn't doing a very good job at it, however. The moment they stepped into their hotel rooms the night before he began preparing all the items they would need for the outing. He gathered the blanket (he brought from home for this very occasion), some entertainment (a few books and graphic novels), a few snacks (America couldn't go without these), and the pinhole boxes (two, that he also brought from home). Yes, he did a marvelous job at suppressing his enthusiasm.

"Did you know," England began, drawing America's attention away from the dragon with two tails and a horn shaped cloud. "They said that America would cast its shadow upon Europe during the eclipse."

"Aw…I miss myself." America exclaimed as he sat back up, receiving a strange look. "I'm coming to visit me." America attempted to explain, the bewildered look never leaving England's face."Since I can't be in—me." He finished with a hum, making it apparent that all he had managed to do was confuse himself. "Or…"he continued, ready to give this another shot. "I could be coming over here so you and me can be super together."

"Hush up." England said, handing America one of the boxes. "Here. It should be starting soon."England smiled, no matter how ridiculous and how little sense America's comment made, it was sweet.
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"This is it." England was standing next to the same table that had sat around for the last 4 months. He stood surrounded by several other nations who all gathered around a document. "You lost, Francis." He said to France who shrugged in response.

"I suppose I have." He replied solemnly. "It will now be official." He was taking the situation rather well, having already seen it coming.

"I can't believe we agreed on something." England said, truly amazed. With the track record they had the entire conference it came as a big shock when a decision was made at last.

The ceasefire was signed, thus making the Indochina war over. France lost the war, of course. His pride damaged more then anything from being beaten by a rebel group. England, however, just couldn't bring himself to feel much sympathy.  Vietnam was now independent and Cambodia and Laos were also given the opportunity to run themselves.  Vietnam was to temporary divided, there were still those who supported France. Yet, they would soon unify after holding elections, Vietnam was ready to have her country complete. That and much more of the agreements were written on the document they gathered around. All that was needed for it to truly become official was the signatures.

"There." England said as he handed the pen over to the waiting Frenchman after signing his own name. The majority of the involved nations had already done so, now standing aside conversing with one another.

It was the last day of the conference and everything was unusually calm. There were no outbursts and no consistent bickering; the four long months were finally over. Everyone was thrill and anxious to finally be able to go home that they didn't bother to start any unnecessary arguments.

"And that is that." France said looking down at his name. "Amérique." He called over to the younger nation standing close to him, only a few steps to the side. "It's all yours." France handed the pen over, America being the last of the nations.

"I'm not doing it." America proclaimed with a shake of the head, refusing the pen.

"Pardon?" France asked extremely confused, unsure whether he had heard correctly.

"I'm not signing it." America clarified, gaining looks from the nations close enough to hear the commotion. A few began to mutter to themselves, stealing short glances over to the stubborn American.  

"Just sign it, Alfred." America turned away from the nations he knew were gossiping about him and looked over to the Brit near him. "Just sign it." He repeated.

"No." America raised his voice. France was beginning to hate his current position in between the both. Well, he hated it in this instance. He could think of other times when he would enjoy it. But, this was not the place to think of those moments, especially since he had no chance of them happening.

"Alfred…"

"Look. I acknowledge it, okay?" America emphasized, France looking back and forth between the two nations. "I'm just not signing it." He paused, waiting for a reply that didn't come. "I just don't want to be legally bound to it."

"Fine." England sighed. No need to start the arguments now. "Ah, I wanted to ask." England started. "Would you like to come over to London before going home, now that this is all over?" England asked towards the American, almost shyly.

"Uh, you know I'd usually love to, Artie."  America said, happy about the change in subject. "But I think I just want to get back."

"Oh."  England nodded, looking slightly down and away. "Of course." He said, fidgeting ever so lightly. With a close eye one could tell that he was obviously uncomfortable or at least a tad bit nervous. France, who prided himself in being able to notice these little clues, picked them up rather quickly. America and his clear inability to read people was a different case, however. "I just thought it would be a good idea to cook us a real meal." His glaze still vaguely skewed. "After eating anything we would get here."

"No offensive, Artie."America smiled. "But I probably wouldn't eat it anyways." He laughed at his own joke. Now all that he had to do was to wait for England's comeback. To America's grand surprise, England's reply was not at all what he had expected. He was anticipating for England to get worked up, to spew his usual squabble about him being the one with the lask of taste, their usual routine. However, this time around England simply nodded in return.

"Yes. Well, alright then." England said strangely tamed before making his way towards the group of other nations across the room.

"Ah, Amérique, my friend." France said, placing a friendly hand on the younger nation's shoulders. "You are a fool." He nicely proclaimed.

"What?"

"Tsk tsk." France shook his head in disbelief. "You should learn to catch up on the news on those other then yourself."

"What?" France sighed.

"Have you not noticed that our sweet Arthur looks different?" France asked, glancing over to England, who was now holding a conversation with China. "Does he not appear—fuller?" France turned to America as he waited for his response. He noticed America staring at England intently, a clear face of confusion accompanying him. America could make out something different about the Brit, just could not pin point what it was. "He has his old glow,Amérique." France continued. "He has at last regained the nice meat on his bones." France said while holding his hands out in front of him, making an apparent and highly inappropriate grabbing gesture.

"Aw, man. Stop that." America knocked the overly suggestive Frenchman's hands down. "Not cool."  

"Yes, he is your lover, non?"

"Ah, no." France cocked a brow. "He hates that word." America explained.

"Of course he does." France nodded. "But you obviously do not understand me. You do not, correct?" He asked, but only received a plain stare. "He wants to cook a real meal because he finally can." He said, waiting for America to at last connect his words. He could see the American's mind working, trying to grasp all that he had been told. It took a couple of seconds but, his eyes finally widened in comprehension.

"Rations." America whispered to himself. He had been too busy with the conference to follow other happenings. Not that he ever did, it took him a while to understand England's sudden obsession with candy a year ago. Yet, now that he was taking all of England in, he finally noticed that England's healthy weight had indeed returned. His clothes no longer appeared to be two sizes too large; they now fit as they should. His face did not have the hollow and slightly elongated look. It had returned to its normal round and more importantly—he was no longer a frightening pale. His cheeks again had their healthy hue. America had no idea how long he had been entranced with the Brit in front of him.  It was not until he heard a cough from the man beside him that he returned to the real world. "I'm a jerk."

"Yes." France agreed, getting a sarcastic thanks from the American that was leaving his side. "I should start a help service."
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"Oh no, sir. You don't look a day over 60."

"Ah, my boy, you know how to flatter them," Said the stout older man with a boast of laughter as he gave America a friendly yet sturdy smack on the back. England clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, watching it play out from behind the two men. "I bet you even compliment this one on those brows of his." The man turned to his right, searching for the British nation. "Now, where—ah there you are." He said once catching a glimpse of England's movements. "Isn't that right, Arthur?" He asked, pulling England over to his side, a heavy hand around his shoulders.

"Not quite, sir." England answered shooting American the evil eye, America countering back with a toothy grin.  

"Don't listen to him." The older man told America, completely disregarding England's words. "He's just a little prudish." America nodded as the man released the British nation from his hold. "He won't admit it but he's actually quite smitten."

"It's okay. I can tell." America gave a wink.

Meanwhile, England was fuming, knowing his face was a fury red from embarrassment. He muttered to himself angrily, hating how they spoke as if he was not right beside them. This always happened when the two got together. One would praise, the other would suck up, all while either ignoring him or humiliating him. It wasn't fair. That was his boss.

It was British Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill's 80th Birthday celebration. It was a grand event where many gathered to commemorate his birth and achievements. England should be having a blast or at least drinking it up. There was plenty of alcohol; it was no secret that Churchill was a fan. Something he and his boss had in common, but he always believed that being pissed drunk in front of public officials probably wasn't the best idea.  So that left England with no other choice but to listen to their irritating banter.

"And it looks that you are a tad infatuated yourself, young man." Churchill elbowed America who only blushed back. "I approve, of course. In fact, I'd like it if you could become much more serious. I was attempting to give Arthur some much needed advice when it came to the matter of intimacy but, you could picture how that went." America nodded and smiled uncomfortably, remembering England's reaction to that conversation. "It turned into him stuttering for over an hour."                                                                                                                                                                              

"Yeah." America laughed nervously, making England incredibly happy about it being America's turn to be embarrassed. "So…sir, how've you been?" America said in his horrible attempt at changing the subject, England couldn't help but to smile and shake his head.

"Could be better, could be worse." Churchill answered simply. "How is old Ike treating you? That stubborn man."

"He's treating me good." America laughed. Churchill wanted the "Special Relationship" (the political one) to continue strong, yet he and President Eisenhower had some work to do.

"Good to hear." He said patting America on the shoulder once more. "I heard Ellis Island has closed."

"That's right." America replied, sounding less bright. "It's a little sad. I got a lot of good citizens from there."

"Yes, but it'll now go down in history and you will always remember what you have done for those people." Churchill said, America instantly regaining his joyful appearance as he gave a great thanks to the Prime Minster. England again took his time to scoff at the disgusting display.

"Oh, sir. You know what else is sad? The Lone Ranger ended. The Radio one anyways." America pulled out randomly with a sigh. England rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time, he had truly lost count. America had been morning the loss of the Lone Ranger for days and unfortunately for England he was the one that had to listen to him whine. Ranger this, Tonto that, American icon blah blah.

"The long series about the masked hero?" Churchill asked, pretending to be interested.

"Yes, that's the one." America sighed again before going into a play by play of the last episode. The tables had turned; it was now the Prime Mister's turn to nod and smile.

"He cried." England said interrupting America's spiel, the two turned to him, remembering he was there for the first time in the last few minutes. He coughed into his closed fist, feeling awkward about the eyes on him.

"No, I didn't." America said unconvincingly, causing Churchill to laugh.

"Of course you didn't." He said, knowing the truth. "Well, it is time for me to go on and mingle AND get a drink or two." Churchill held out his hand, America gladly accepting the handshake. "Have a good time."

"Will do, sir." America replied to the retreating man.

"Oh." Churchill stopped in his tracks, looking back to the American. "Pay attention to Arthur. I think he's getting jealous."

And with that, the Prime Minister left their side, leaving England once again red in the face.