You Found Me (A Hetalia AmeCan Love Story) -FINISHED-

2: Accidents Change Lives

Canada's P.O.V

My down in the dumps mood immediately sprung up when I saw Alfred's beaming face. "Alfie! I see you've finally decided to show up for a U.N. Meeting." I smiled, a chuckle leaving my lips. But as I set my focus on america it seemed we had exchanged looks and he was the confused one. "A U.N. Meeting? Where? When?" As those words rang in my ears my hand immediately acquainted with my forehead. Or as you young folk call it, a face palm. "At the London building of parliament." He still had that dopey expression spread across his face. "One of the stops this very bus is making!" Alfred nodded his head after I made myself clear, or atleast I thought I did. "Oh riiiight. That's totally where I was heading, dude." I knew he was lying. Alfred never really was a good liar. But I chose to play along, it was like some sort of instinct.

"Alright. So how long are you staying in London?" I asked, with a soft smile on my face. Alfred tapped his chin in thought for moment. He took quite a long time to hand me a simple answer. "Al?" I waved a hand infront of his face. He jumped a bit then looked back over at me. "Oh I don't know, like 5 days." I sighed. He's so unorganized, Alfred can't just decide to waltz into England one day with his usual goofy grin and not have a set plan. Not that I mind him being by my side, it's nice having someone to talk to. Even though he may not be listening half the time.

After a little while of small chatter happening between me and Al, we finally arrived at our destination. Alfie scooted off of his seat and took my hand, helping me up. His hand was surprisingly soft and delicate. Or it might've been because I haven't felt his touch in a while. But just incase... News flash! Burgers make your hands soft and smooth as a baby's bottom. How do I know what a babes bottom feels like...? Don't ask.

America's P.O.V

Matthew and I made our way out of the bus, not too many other people getting off at this stop. As I took a step forth, into the outside world, a cold breeze hit my face. Sending a few shivers down my spine. I heard laughter beside me, which had me turning my head and lead me to find out it was mattie. "Too cold?" He chuckled, putting his laugh to an end. "Hah. You wish. Heros can handle anything!" I stood up for my pride.

Our moving feet lead us to, two giant steel doors. I held one open for matthew, he thanked me as he walked in and I followed. The door closing behind me itself. "Well, Mr. Hero. Do you remember where our meeting is held?" Matthew spoke up, a smirk spread on his lips. Oh cr*p... Wheres the meeting? I certainly didn't know. So I just expected to open up a random door and working my lucky charm to find the right one. That would work. WRONG. "Of course Matt! What kind of fool do you take me for?" I laughed nervously, hoping it didn't show too much. "Lead the way. Mr. Freedom fries." He gave me another silly nickname. "What's up with the mister nicknames?" I turned my head to face him as we made our way down a long corridor. I stopped at a door and gingerly placed my hand on the knob, hoping and praying it to be the right door. "Oh nothing. Their just cute little names." Cute? Oh Really? I can be cute without those stupid names. But I've got to admit, the mention of names for me being cute left a blush on my cheeks. But it was obviously too light to be noticeable. Praise The Lord.

After a moment of thought I turned the knob, squeezing my eyes closed. "Meeting?" I said, much quieter then my usual voice.
"Nada. It's a janitorial closet." Matthew acknowledged the area with a condensing sneer. I pryed open my eyes to explore my surroundings by sight. There was a rack lined with different cleaning soaps, below that was another rack with dusters and pails. Hanging from the walls were brooms and mops, there was also a big sink built into the ground. Most likely used for washing the mop. Matt ran in the closet, slowly he withdrew one of the brooms from the walls as I watched in question. He sang out as he waved the broom, "I'm a wacky witch! See my wacky broom!" I immediately recognized the song. It was one that New Zealand would sing. We would all laugh together as we took turns singing the silly song. I quickly slid over to mattie. And leaned in reaching for the broom but he jolted his hand back. "Hey!" I said  In between laughs. Matthew just responded with a shake of his head and he continued singing the rest of the verses. "Come on!" I reached for the broom, but suddenly I slipped or tripped over one of my feet. Due to me and Matthew almost being the same height we were face-to-face. And before I could realize anything that happened my lips were smashed against the others soft ones. I quickly pulled back and slapped a hand to my mouth, "oh damn. I'm sor-" before I could finish my sentence matthew had sprinted away like the flash. I just stood there watching him until he was nothing but a memory. He had dropped the broom by the doorway but I couldn't care less about that. A little bit of maple taste was still hanging at my lips. I honestly didn't know how to feel about this. My heart was beating at 500 miles per minute and my face looked like it was dipped in a bucket of scarlet red paint.

I screwed up...