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Dislaimer - I neither own Hetalia or the characters used.

Four Hours

Chapter One

The loud slapping of America's Converse as they hit the smooth stone floors was unmissable as barged through the rather crowded lobby. He turned a corner sharply, only to see his most reliable way of getting to the meeting on time departing. "Wait!"

A blonde man, about .6 of an inch smaller than the American, frowned and looked around, "Huh?"

"England! Press the button, dude!"

"Oh…"

Luckily for America, England had pressed the button just before the elevator had gone up. As the doors were about to close for a second time, Alfred squeezed himself through the gap, which couldn't have been much bigger than himself. "Phew!" he panted, hands on his knees. He looked up. Before him stood Arthur, chuckling. The Brit looked as gorgeous as ever; next to him, however, stood France.

"Good morning, Alfred. I'm glad you're finally on time. Well, only just... I hope you haven't forgotten anything?"

Oh shit. His notes. He'd forgotten his notes. He didn't even realise it was the World Meeting until seven o'clock that morning. Seeing the Englishman had already brightened up his morning though. It was only Francis who he didn't particularly want to see. The frog had pissed him off majorly last time he saw him, when he made a comment about him eating too many cheese burgers. He didn't eat that many; at least not any more. Since he'd cut down by five a day, people had started noticing him more; Arthur in particular. "Arthur, press the button, mon Cher." Alfred cringed at the sound of the French accent.

"I-I don't know what floor it's on…" Arthur stuttered, his face flashing with panic for a half a second.

France seemed to read the Englishman's mind and winked, "Soixante."

Sixty? Aw man, Alfred didn't even know there were sixty floors. Oh well. If it meant being in an enclosed space with a sexy guy like Arthur, then America could not care less; even if France was there. With this in mind, Alfred decided to press every button. All eighty-six of them. Heh.

"America! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Arthur screeched, his deep green eyes open wide at the sight of Alfred running his palm down the length of the panel, a trail of bright light following his hand.

"Chill out, dude! Just having some fun! It's not like the elevator's gonna break or anything!"

xoxo

At floor thirty-nine, after many stops, the elevator made some seriously worrying noises. "Alfred, you imbecile! I'm not staying in here any longer." France exclaimed as he exited the elevator. "Adieu, Arthur. I'll see you in the meeting room; if you ever get there..." It wasn't until they were half way to floor forty-two that the lift stopped moving.

"Oh bloody hell, no, no, no, no, no… Urgh!" sighed Arthur, giving Alfred a glare.

"Uh…"

"Hello? If anybody there?" he asked into the microphone while repeatedly pressing the emergency button.
Whilst England was occupied, America took this opportunity to slink to the back corner of the elevator; he knew it was his fault. Ah well… At least that jerk France wasn't there.

"Yes, sir," came a voice from the speaker. "We'll try and get you sorted within the next couple of hours."

"Hours?!" Arthur's voice broke at the word.

"Yes, sir." Replied the friendly voice. "We do apologise for any inconvenience, but out mechanics aren't in today; the only ones who are capable of fixing the
elevator can only get here at two the earliest."

"Two?! Oh bloody hell! Alright, okay. Thank you for your help."

"That's alright, sir. We do hope the mechanics get here sooner rather than later. We'll keep you updated."

Shiiiiit. Four hours. Well… At least they wouldn't have to go to the meeting?

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