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No one’s POV
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Every 2 months on the second Saturday for 3 days there is to be a World Meeting for our dear personifications.
This time was no exception.
Start, argue, present, argue, and end.
Thus what happened every time.
That right, every damn time for almost over a century.
And of course certain personification’s antics as well that were to be expected.
It was a pattern, a cycle, that was rarely ever broken
Until a random meeting day in February (yes Ezra, I will be making it take place in February)
Held in New York as it’s been for the last 20 or so years.
Everyone in their seats, papers ready, presentation done, except for one.
Where was Alfred F. Jones, otherwise known as America itself.
The personification was not yet here which was weird considering he was hosting it and would at least be here by now.
Yet he wasn’t.
It was only the first day of the meetings, how could someone already be late when hosting?
As the minutes passed and he didn’t arrive they were forced to start it.
It would normally be a cause for concern, but it’s America.
He’ll be fine.
That fatass is never early anyways
He’s fine.
And so the meeting starts.
Matthew seems worried and so does Kiku
It continues on as normal but no Alfred.
It’s odd how much quieter the meeting room is considering he always makes some sort of noise or action.
His pen tapping, bouncing his leg, fidgeting.
Anyways something so it just feels sort of empty.
And finally halfway through the meeting, the fatass, America, finally enters.
Of course saying, “The Hero has returned!”
Of course he gets lectured by other world powers for his tardiness.
But he’s off somehow
He still has his charming American smile that never seems to falter
His suit is somewhat neat as per usual with his bomber jacket over it.
Yet he seems dull somewhat?
Maybe it’s just the lighting
But it feels wrong for that is not the happy Alfred they all know.
And it soon comes into realization that it is only ever that Matthew notices for Japan.
Maybe it’s because Matthew is always in his shadow
Or maybe
Just maybe
It’s because Matthew feels obligated to as an older brother
But who knows
No one ever notices Canada anyways.
Continuing on with the meeting, everyone continues to go as normal
As normal as it could be now.
Even after everyone had presented and it was time to leave,
Something still felt off about Alfred
Something so dearly off.
As the personifications started filing out,
Italy basically giving Germany no personal person space as they walk out, Italy yapping about god-knows what to Germany.
Romano and Prussia following shortly behind, Romano glaring at Germany while Prussia is certainly amused.
Shortly after them, England and France arguing.
And so on.
And America is oddly the last to leave.
How peculiar, he is usually one of the first to rush out that door.
Japan notices and waits.
And America notices.
And they end up walking out together in silence.
The only noise is the sound of the city and their waking otherwise in silence.
And to Alfred’s apartment they go.
(The reason why nations stay in Alfred’s New York apartment for world meetings in New York is because it significantly lessens the cost they have to spend and the humans they need to interact with. And sure it may be a bit tight but not the worst.)
And of course the sleeping arrangements are as per usual.
France, China, England, and Spain on floor mattress 1#
Germany, Italy, Romano, Prussia, and Russia on floor mattress 2#
Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Poland Lithuania on the couch. (Don’t ask how they all fit)
All the nordics in the only guest room.
And other countries that I do not remember right now are somewhere in other mattresses on the floor (yes, I know this is lazy writing but I’m not adding more details bitch, I’m tired)
So like that’s basically how it is.
And it’s late anyways so most personifications are going to sleep.
America goes to the bathroom though and stays there for most of the night until sometime at the but crack of dawn-
Actually far before dawn
A the sound of glass shatter wakes up Kiku
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[Kiku Honda’s POV]
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The melodic clink and clack of glass shattering woke me
The sound of glass shattering
Alfred isn’t in bed.
I sit up careful not to wake Matthew.
No one else is awake.
I get up and out of the bed carefully maneuvering around the other sleeping personifications to where the noise came from.
The bathroom where Alfred must be.
I gently open the bathroom door
And there he is
sitting on the end of the tub
Right hand bleeding
a cologne bottle broken
“America?”
I walk over to him
He looks up
There’s just something so dearly wrong with him.
Alfred isn’t ever so quiet or dulled
I sit beside him.
And just like that we sit in silence
I eventually ask him what happened and all he says is,
“Dunno, it’s just… everything has been too much.
I’m always told I’m too old to be acting this way or do young to be doing something.
But when I don’t do anything at all then it’s a problem, always ‘Don’t get into other country’s business’ to ‘Why aren’t you helping them?’ I just feel… overwhelmed.
But I’m ‘Merica,
I shouldn’t be right?”
And I didn’t know what to say, or how to respond.
He’s so much younger than me
I should be able give him advice
Yet I don’t know
Yao would know what to say
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Japan cleaned America’s wounds from the glass before bandaging and disinfecting them with whatever medical supplies Alfred had in that bathroom cabinet that was not too old.
And after both of them cleaned up the glass shards.
Kiku took Alfred to bed
And finally Alfred slept
But Kiku could not, going over what was said and done in his head over and over again.
He needs to talk to someone about this.
but who
Canada, China, Lithuania, France, Russia, or England.
Who knows America well enough currently?
He’d figure it out in the morning, there’s still 2 days of the meeting.
And with that Japan fell asleep.