Arthur Kirkland, also known as the personification of England, sighed as the meeting ended and he left the room. The meeting wasn't even fully over yet, they still had 3 days for torture and aguements.
His green eyes passed over a window and he frowned as the familat grey clouds congrigated along the sky. Rain, just what he bloody well needed. He was in America! America was supposed to be brighter and warmer than England, not equally as gloomy and dark. Having said that he was glad it was a heavy downpour and not a hurricane.
England's heavy footsteps bounced of the walls giving him a sense of loneliness, not long know though, soon he'd be in his room relaxing.
No sooner had he entered his room and striped of his day clothes, had the rain started to pound on the roof and windows. The island nation yet again frowned, judging by the heaviness this was going to turn into a-
CRACK!
Thunderstorm...
The blonde nation watched for a minute as lightning danced across the sky, before settling himself down with a copy of Pride and Prejudice. He'd just finished the third page when an almighty clap of thunder jumped him. Immediately the nation shut his book and held his fingers up.
As soon as each one fell down another rumble of thunder or a lightning flash would occur. His final finger fell, but not to a lightning flash or thunder. It had fallen for the room door which had just burst open and an American with wide frightened eyes stood there shaking lightly.
"Iggy! Please let me hang here for a bit, at least until this storm settles..." He trailed off as his eyes caught a lightning flash.
"No," England replied. Que puppy dog pout.
"Please Arthur..." Oh it even came with the puppy dog eyes, it was a matter of seconds before he begrudgingly sighed and moved the covers to let the blue-eyed nation in.
"Than-" America was cut off as an imtimidating lightning struck dangerously close to home, followed by and huge bang. All England could remember doing was throwing himself onto America and screaming as his vision faded...