A Convention 9Arthur stared curiously at his friend, seemingly transfixed by his beverage. He decided to break the awkward morning silence. "So d'you know what we're doing when we get down to the convention today?" he asked.
Alfred jumped. "Oh right. Um " he started. "How 'bout we just look around and see what's going on?"
"Really? Is there nothing remotely special happening?" Arthur sighed.
"There probably is, I just don't know what." Again with the staring into the coffee.
"Check the book."
"Okay." He didn't move, though.
Arthur sighed. He downed the remainder of his tea in a single gulp and stood up. Alfred didn't move. Arthur took the mug out of Alfred's hands and whacked him across the face.
"OW!" Alfred put a hand on his abused cheek. "What was that for?"
"Wake up, idiot," Arthur hissed. "Quit moping abo
A Convention 10Arthur suddenly recalled a scene from a movie he and Alfred had watched together at some point. There had been a guy staring into a gaping hole and saying "I've got a bad feeling about this " and that's just what Arthur felt like saying at the moment. "Glomping," he said, feeling the word roll awkwardly off his tongue.
Alfred snickered. "I'm sure you'll love it," he said. They kept walking around the building until they got to a parking lot full of cosplayers and empty of cars. "Allow me to demonstrate." He looked around at the mob of people, seemingly searching for someone.
Arthur knew the exact moment when Alfred had found them. His blue eyes brightened as they locked on to something. Arthur turned around to see who or what it was. He followed the American's gaze to a rather short person (Arthur couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl) dressed completely in green. Alfred
A Convention 14Arthur yawned and grabbed Alfred's wrist, looking at his watch. 11:03, it read. He sighed.
"Christ, time moves slowly here " he said.
Alfred nodded in agreement. "Yeah no kidding."
They were still on their way to the dealer's room, progressing slowly through the sea of con patrons, which, both of them noticed, was much bigger than Friday's crowd.
Alfred continued. "Not that it's a bad thing, though. It gives you way more time to just be here, be awesome and geek out and make friends and stuff."
"Very true." Arthur smiled. "I could get used to this."
Alfred raised his eyebrows and snickered. "Really?" he said, almost disbelievingly.
"Yes, actually what makes you say that?"
Alfred paused to show the staff their badges, and they entered the crowded aisles of dealers. Even though he had now seen it once before, it was, to Arthur, still quite a sight to behold.
Talk Among NationsChina, being an old nation, had a deep-rooted idea of respect and loyalty. Thusly, he seldom spoke unwell of his allies. This wasn't to say he wouldn't complain to them or insult them - when they had it coming, he was one of the first to do so. Nonetheless, he certainly wouldn't dwell on the things they couldn't prove.
Like England and America's possible but not proven relationship.
Or Southern Italys possible but not proven secret stash of sappy romantic comedy movies.
Or France's sexuality.
China didn't normally like to talk about people that way. He didn't gossip. He didn't like gossip, he never liked gossip, and he never would like gossip.
And yet everyone continuously insisted on gossiping to him about Russia.
It wasn't completely unfounded. Russia was feared and talked about for a reason; he could be rather scary. Nonetheless, China, being the lover of the aforementioned nation, didn't want to hear what he already knew and didn't c
A Convention 3"You loved that, didn't you?" Alfred said, teasing.
The duo had returned inside the building after the song was done. Alfred suggested going to the dealer's room. Arthur, completely clueless about conventions, agreed.
"What do we find in this room?" he said.
"It's where all the dealers sell their stuff, obviously," Alfred replied, giving him a funny look.
"So I see." Arthur felt stupid.
There was quite a crowd heading into the room. The security guys at the front of the crowd were asking people to flip their tags over.
Arthur was starting to get impatient. Is everything here going to be crowded? He wondered to himself.
Eventually they got in. The space was - to their surprise - not very crowded. Most people were huddled around tables full of boxes of manga and anime, shelves of pillows and dolls, and racks of every kind of random trinket of every single anime fandom imagina
The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 8
Chapter Eight: New Orleans and the Furious Brit
Alfred sat on his porch sipping a hot cup of tea and munching on some hamburgers as he watched the sun rise over the trees on a surprisingly warm winter's morning.
He set his tea cup down and stretched back to lie on the smooth wooden boards.
He was calm and happy. Everything was absolutely spectacular and right with the world.
...Alfred wished that were true. Honestly, he still wasn't peaceful and the world felt like it was still shaking under his feet even though the war was supposed to be over.
There was one last thing that was bugging him. One thing he couldn't quite shake off.
His free hand slowly traveled up towards his shoulder, touching the clean bandages gently with his fingers.
He then slowly sat up again to reach under his shirt, around to the bandages that wrapped around his stomach and back.
One feeling he couldn't shake, it was eating him up behind his apparent calm atmosphere.
He sighed, pulling his hand out of his shirt an
A Convention 15The name of the place was Ginko Japanese. When the pair of them had walked close enough to actually see it clearly, they noticed a bit of a line of con-goers outside the door.
Arthur groaned. "More waiting " he commented.
"We can deal with it," Alfred said.
"Normally our stances on this matter would be reversed," Arthur said, stomach growling again.
"It's a con, dude. Everything is reversed." He said this as if Arthur should have known it.
"And what do you mean by that?"
Alfred giggled. "Well, for one, normally you'd be doin' all the explaining instead of me "
"Fair point "
"And on any other day this year, if a guy walked into that Starbucks-" he pointed to a Starbucks across the street "-with pink hair and fairy wings, he'd get stared at as if he were the strangest thing in the world. Now, this weekend, if a guy walked in with a suit and a briefcase, well, unless they were Sven fro