Konichiwa! Angel the Neko here with my second full-fledged Hetalia fanfiction! My other one is Changing History which is slowly ending and I wanted to upload this one as soon as possible! I really hope this one gets some good results as there will be plenty of chances for requests in later chapters.

This is yet another USxUK but there will be side pairings too! I'm not quite sure what I want yet but my friend escritoria and I have talked about the following:

France x Seychelles
Austria x Hungary
Canada x Ukraine
Sealand x Liechtenstein

Any suggestions? Let me know! So without further ado let's begin Cafe Cosplay! I'd like to give special thanks to hollie the hedgehog for many fluffy ideas, escritoria for some good pairings, shiro-tsubasa-chan for side pairing help and Sludge The Wolf for some good mushy moment inspiration.

Tanoshimu! (For newcomers, that means enjoy)

No, no, no...

The blond haired man walked the halls with dread.

Why did it have to be today? Why today of all days?

He reached the end of the long corridor and stared at the two large doors in front of him, looming over him ominously. Okay the doors themselves weren't that scary, but it was what awaited him beyond those doors that sent shivers down his spine.

Ah well it can't be helped. So back straight, shoulders back, stiff upper lip. After all, it can't be that bad can it?

He took a deep breath in and then out. His vibrant green eyes sparkling with determination before dying down to a straight solemn face.

Alright then, here we go...

He pushed open the two large doors impressively and stepped in. Deep down he was terrified, but with his serious exterior no-one could tell. The two wooden doors banged shut behind him, sealing him in the room and with it, his fate.

Being a mighty empire, he stormed on through with his eyes straight ahead. Other men seated at the table glanced up at the bold figure now making his way to his seat. It didn't really help that the Englishman was late to the meeting but still he powered on through, eventually reaching his seat which he sat down on, crossed his legs and sat back on his chair with his arms folded defensively.

"Wow dude that was a pretty dramatic entrance you made just now!" America beamed.

England couldn't quite tell if America was laughing slightly in an attempt to mock him or if it was in awe of the dramatic entrance. The obnoxious American was a little hard to read but if England had to take an educated guess, then he'd say the second of these two options, taking into account America's lifetime desire to be a hero and the fact that heroes were usually pretty dramatic.

"Was it?" England asked in a way that he thought to be nonchalant, though he didn't usually like using words with French origin given the fact of how much he hated France himself. Casual was a better word. "Oh yes... I suppose it was."

Colour me impressed with my impressiveness! I bet that sounded really hip and cool! They can't possibly mock me now! Heheh... Great Britain truly is the number one country in the world... No-one dares face up to the greatness of Great Britain. Britannia rules! (A/N: Before I go too far, let me just censor out England's ranting to tell you that I am British but I do not believe it is the best country in the world. I do love it but every rose has its thorn. Just to let you know I'm not some egotistical Brit.)

"Ja... It really vas." Said Germany, responding to England's casual (*cough* nonchalant *cough cough*) comment.

England closed his eyes and let a small smile creep onto his face, but not too big: he didn't want to look like some stupid, smug Brit. He sat back on his chair a bit more. That's it, keep the comments coming. They'll all forget my situation in no time...

But England's ideas were all too idealistic. He let his one eye open halfway so that he could identify whoever made the next comment about how impressive he was. But the next person who spoke wasn't paying a compliment and the voice was all too familiar to England so the Brit's other eye shot open in shock, an automatic preparation for whatever the other was trying to say in his heavy, annoying accent...

"You know, considering 'ow weak and feeble your country is... "

Now normally, England would shoot a glare at his blond haired rival. Perhaps even get up to slap, punch or kick the annoying Frenchman in his vital regions. One of the most common reactions would be for him to throw another insult his way and start a heated verbal war. But not today. Today he stammered slightly, struggling to form a comeback.

"I..."

But the country had left it too soon to form a response. That was when it happened. England turned from confident to timid as every country in the room burst out laughing. Sealand laughed heartily at his former homeland, inwardly thinking 'maybe if I laugh at the jokes of important countries, they'll start to respect me and we'll form a fellow hatred for that limey fruitcake...' Seland's plan wouldn't work of course but he laughed on anyway.

Germany tried very respectfully to contain himself but couldn't help himself so he joined in slightly too. Italy looked to the right of him and tilted his head.

"Ve~? What's so funny?"

Canada shrugged his shoulders, thinking Italy was talking to him but actually he was talking to the black-haired Japanese man who sat on Canada's right. Realising this, Canada just pretended nothing happened and faced forwards once more, smiling peacefully.

Every country's laughter could be heard, but one stood out from all the rest. Why did it stand out? Because it was the laugh of the most dramatic and obnoxious country in the room: America. His laugh was always pretty comical but England had no time to think about that. He immediately got up from his chair, stormed out of the room, down the corridor and out of the building.

It was very dark outside because of ominous grey clouds that hung in the sky but England wasn't fazed by that, even as rain began to gradually fall. Now being a Brit, he always carried an umbrella on him. But also being a Brit, he concluded that it was only 'spitting' and so he did not take it out, despite the fact it was now turning into a torrential downpour.

"England? ENGLAND!"

England stopped upon hearing who was calling him. He saw just two of his imaginary friends: Uni and Flying Mint Bunny. Uni galloped towards him and Flying Mint Bunny flew to him smiling happily, not realising anything was wrong with England.

"Hi there Arthur!" Flying Mint Bunny greeted him with a chirpy singsong voice.

"Hello again Flying Mint Bunny..." England replied, trying not to sound upset.

His imaginary friends were the only ones that used his real name since no-one else was close enough to him to call him by his real name anyway. Uni nibbled on England's sleeve. It was like Uni's way of comforting him. Usually he would push Uni away, not wanting to ruin his clothes but today he just let her. Not bothering what he looked like.

"We saw you storming out. What's wrong?" Asked Flying Mint Bunny, resting a paw on England's cheek.

"Everyone. They made fun of me, just like I told you they would." England explained.

Flying Mint Bunny put a paw to her mouth and Uni stopped chewing on England's sleeve in shock. She proceeded to chew at his sleeve again in order to make England feel better but Flying Mint Bunny didn't quite know what to say.

Then Tinkerbell flew out to them, leaving behind her a trail of sparkly fairy dust. She flew around England, making him sparkle briefly too but it faded almost as soon as it appeared. England looked up at the fairy briefly but then down again.

"Hook and Leprechaun are just watching the other countries now to see what's going on. I left to tell you that they're looking for you. I didn't know if you wanted to-"

England was immediately off and running after finding out the other countries were looking for him. If they found him, they'd mock him more! He wasn't about to let that happen. Tinkerbell and Flying Mint Bunny had been suggesting a solution to this for a while now. England just never thought he'd have to resort to drastic measures...

Mud splashed between England's boots as he ran for the safety of his home. His hair was wet and oozed water as he ran more and more. Rain poured down his face yet he still had no time to get out his umbrella so he continued to run.

Suddenly he slipped over and fell face first into the mud. This came as a shock to his magical friends but not as much as it did to England. The piled up problems and the moody weather was too much for him, everything seemed to be going downhill.

He stood up slowly but still kept his head down. Under his breath he muttered something that Tinkerbell could just about hear.

"I guess you're right Tinkerbell..."

"Right? About what Arthur?"

But suddenly she realised what he was talking about. She'd been bugging him for a while, but really she was only teasing. She didn't actually think that England took it to heart- she only treated it as a joke. Flying Mint Bunny was shocked as well, she didn't realise that Tinkerbell's advice was serious: she thought it was a joke. This is how both of them treated what she had said, but England took it seriously.

"Let's get started shall we?" England smiled.

The smile upon his face was happy yet he showed great pain inside. He was trying his best to keep it together of course but his impressive eyebrows were low and his smile looked very forced- not a genuine one at all.

Flying Mint Bunny and Tinkerbell weakly smiled back, but inside they were dreading what would happen next. Tinkerbell regretted ever giving him that piece of joking advice and Flying Mint Bunny's worries gradually began to build as she began to vaguely foresee what would happen afterwards...

Well I hope that was to your liking! Remember to review or send me a PM to tell me what you think and hopefully I'll see you next time!

Sayonara minna-san!

~Neko