[APH] USUK (tears and confessions) part 1

*SLAP*

Within a second, the chaotic conference room was plunged into silence as the painful sound of a slap ringed throughout the whole room. Different reactions and emotions filled the different nations who were stopped from their constant bickering. All of their eyes were set on the stunned American, whose left cheek burned bright red from the angry Brit's crisp slap on his soft face.

There was a moment of silence. England still glared at the tall man as he breathed in heavily due to his recently disturbed rage rant towards the Frenchman who was just a few inches away from them. The Englishman's eyes burned red on both sides, threatening to cry anytime.

"I-It's okay Iggy… I understand" America swallowed hard as he attempted to hold back his tears. He was only trying to help. The boy just wanted England to hang out with him and ignore all the stressful work and most importantly the annoying Frenchman.

With a heavy heart, America turned his back on the fuming Brit and walked away from the conference room without any word or any sound at all.

"A-Angleterre… zhat wasn't necessary" France choked out, feeling a bit guilty for what happened to America

For a moment, England would have screamed 'It's his fault for interfering with other people's business!' but his face soon softened and he realized that America was just trying to help.

"Ugh… that wasn't supposed to happen." England groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose in complete annoyance. "Angleterre… Zhis is zhe reason why you don't 'ave someone special, non?" France snickered as he gave England a pitiful pat on the back

England quickly shot a threatening glare at him. He didn't need his help… and he didn't need a special someone. That's what he has always believed in but now he's just confused.

The next day, America was back on his feet and was leading the nations throughout the whole conference like the usual. However, America would always avert his gaze from England and whenever their eyes would meet… the young nation would simply look away and frown.

England simply shrugged it off, although he admitted to himself that it really hurt him to see America act that way. He was always so used to the lad being clingy and happy all the time… always wanting a piece of his attention. 'I guess I'll just wait for him to heal on his own…' England said to himself as he took a sip of his steaming earl grey tea.

---- Arthur's point of view----

Yesterday was the fourth day of our world meeting and surprisingly the American git didn't show up for the second time. I simply sat on the chair where I usually would sit; it was still thirty minutes early so I decided to daydream for a while when a sudden frog face unlocked the door. He was so good at pissing me off, his mere presence makes me want to rip his goldilocks hair out.

"Ah~ bonjour Angleterre~" the frog face greeted me with such a wide grin on his face.

"Mornin' frog" I quickly answered back, avoiding eye contact or whatsoever.

"Oh Angleterre, moping around like zhis won't solve anything~" he said as he took the seat right next to mine. I honestly didn't want to talk to him but there was nothing else I could do to entertain my boredom.

"What do you want?" I hissed, attempting to make him go away

"My little Canada, 'e tells me 'ow worried 'e is about 'is older brother… Amerique isn't doing very well recently and Canada tells me zhe boy barely ate 'is food. I'm not zhe one to pry but Angleterre, I zhink you should go and fix whatever~ you 'ave broken in zhe boy. You've practically increased your garce levels by ten times and it surprised moi as well."

That was new. So much sincerity was in the frog's face that I could barely believe anything that's happening. But there was no doubt that what the frog said convinced me to rethink about my actions.

"Look Francis" I started, sucking in some air before I continued "I know that git is sulking somewhere down the river but he just needs some space… he'll be alright…" I trailed off. I honestly didn't entirely believe my excuse. It was pathetic.

France looked disappointed by my answer. He shook his head and said "Don't 'ide your feelings from zhe nation de l'amour, I know very well 'ow your 'eart beats for Amerique" He winked

I felt my face burn at the frog's statement. I quickly shot him some of my old curses but then I gave up in a sigh and slumped to my seat. I need help… and the frog face is the only help I can get. "W-whatever frog! As if he'll return these idiotic feelings of mine. I slapped him in front of everyone else… he probably hates me to the guts" I choked at the last line. I hated to admit it but I screwed up big time.

"Nothing is going to be solved by your silly assumptions! Stand up and get back zhe Amerique before it's too late!" France said as he stood up from his seat, placing his hands beside his waist like he was some sort of a hero… a hero.

"Keep your voice down wanker! What if someone hears you? They would definitely laugh at my pathetic hopes of.. of…" I didn't continue anymore. I honestly don't know what I really wanted to happen between me and that idiotic burger brain.

"Ah~ loosen up Angleterre~" France laughed his irritating French coated laugh again "Just promise zhe tres bien moi zhat you will go fix zhis mess right after our boring conference, oui?"

"Yeah, whatever frog" I answered back, hiding my blushing face away from the pervert.

'I'll just have to thank him someday… right now… I have to go find an American idiot.'