My dark eyes glared into his green ones from across the meeting table. "Tea party princess..."
    "Food hoarder..."
    "Prissy pants!"
    "Marijuana farmer!"
    "Old man!"
    "Dirty beaner!"
    "OH, THAT'S IT YOU DEVIL WORSHIPPER!" I stood up and onto the table, jumping at the blond haired, bushy browed old sod. He fell back in his chair and we stumbled across the room until I hit my head on the wall. He had me pinned to the wall with his arm under my chin.
    "I do not worship the devil and you know it you bitchy loudmouth!" He yelled at me, extremely close to my face. My brown locks tickling my small, dark nose.
    "Aru! Don't hurt each other!" China yelled from my seat. I glared at England.
    "Don't worry. He doesn't have any feelings to be hurt!" I bit his arm and he jumped off me.
    "That's not what I meant!"
    "Cheap move you Mexican twat!" He yelled. I pinned him to the floor with my knee just above his crotch. His face turned to fear as I slowly pressed it down. He squealed in pain.
    "Stop this nonsense Mexico!" Germany picked me up, with me kicking and screaming at England, flailing my arms around.
    "Now is not the time to be releasing sexual tension~" France said in his usual condescending tone. I ignored him.
    "That sex pixie needs a lesson on how to shut his mouth!" I screamed. I elbowed Germany in the crotch and ran to England, who was being held by Russia. He had grabbed the ends of Russia's scarf and pulled until he released England for air. We ran at each other and I threw a punch at his jaw. He froze and spat out a blood covered tooth to the floor. America gasped very loudly.
    "Sex pixie, huh? Is that how you see me?" He slowly reached his hand towards my face as if he were to kiss me, but ended up pulling my long hair so I fell to the ground on my stomach behind him. He grabbed my left arm and pulled it behind my back while stepping on me. I squealed out a childish scream and he chuckled.
    "Admit it, hot leaf juice drinker, you like me." I said in between gasps of air. He laughed.
    "Me like you? Ha! Only in a million years!" He yelled in my ear. I grabbed his boot that was on my back with my free hand making him fall to the floor on his back.
    "I can wait, pirate prick." I said with an evil smile. France laughed.
    "How dare you speak of my pirate days!" He tried to get up, but I stepped on his chest hard.
    "Fine, drugged punk." I hissed and got on all fours, pinning him, with my arm under his chin this time. I got very close to his face. "By the way, I always liked your rock style." I whispered in his ear so only he heard it. His green orbs widened and he smirked.
    "Honhonhon~ Somebody get a camera!" France said. England snatched the knife I always kept in the back of my waitsband. How did he know it was there? Who knows. He's a perv, he was always scanning me with those gorgeous green eyes. He tossed the knife at the wall, and my eyes followed it. He placed his hands on my chest and took the chance to push me off. We both stumbled to stand. Once we balanced ourselves we panted for air. His face was very red.
    "Why so red, Arthur?" I asked. I felt very warm in the crowded room. "Are you hot getting worked up over me?"
    "Maybe. Perhaps I should take off my jacket." He took off his military jacket. He was wearing a white shirt where he had torn off the sleeves to make a muscle tank. My eyes scanned his muscular arms. "Am I distracting you? Or is it your thuggish, slutty habits taking over!?" He yelled as he charged me. He tackled me as if it were football. As we hit the floor, he landed on top of me, knocking the air from my lungs.
    "Dude! Touchdown!" America yelled. Italy yelped in freight. As I regained my breath, I grabbed England around the neck and squeezed. He let go of me and I pulled him up to a standing position. He grabbed one of my wrists and twisted me around, with my arm under his. He could break my arm very easily. I have been in this hold before. I quickly dropped to my knees and pulled my arm back, pulling him down. As he rolled across the room and stood, I shoved two fingers up and behind his rib cage, knocking him out. He slumped against the wall on the floor. I stared at him for a few seconds. He was hot when he wasn't in full uniform. I blushed. "What the hell!? Did you just kill him!?" America yelled. He flailed his arms. I scoffed.
    "Hardly. I just knocked him out with a pressure point." I said in a snarky tone. He was so ignorant.
    "When will he wake up?"
    "Any second now." We sat there, staring at him. Waiting for him to wake up. After a full minute, I started to panic. No one should be passed out for this long. Maybe I accidentally did the pressure point to hard. I started screaming as I felt his pulse. Nothing. I screamed bloody murder. "Shit! You prat weren't supposed to die! Dammit!" I layed him on the ground, ripped open his thick shirt and began performing CPR. Push, push, push, push, air, listen, repeat. "Dammit you! You can't die! Not yet!" Everyone started panicking. Push, push, push, push, air, listen, repeat. "No my British boy! Please!" I started crying. I layed on his chest and cried after about two minutes of the process. Nothing. I had killed him. It was all my fault. "NO! PLEASE! ARTHUR!" I screamed. Russia came over and tried to pull me into a sympathetic hug, but I pushed him away. "No!" I started slamming my fist down on his chest. It was out of anger. And self hatred.
    "He's gone." Russia whispered. He tried to hold my arms back. With one last hit to his chest, I stopped. Not one second later, England shot up and gasped for air. He looked at me, scared.
    "Arthur! Dammit you! I thought you were stronger than that!" I wrapped my arms around his neck for a hug. He was shocked.
    "Is now really the time for insults?" He wheezed. He hugged me back. I pulled away and placed my forehead on his. Tears streaking my cheeks. I was trembling from fear. He wiped them with his thumb.
    "Oh shut up and kiss me, British boy." I went in for a kiss.
    "I love you, Isabelle." He whispered as we broke for air. I smirked.
    "I knew it."
~The End~