America sat in the conference room, sipping a Coke and holding a McDonald's burger in his left hand. He was completely and utterly bored. Naturally he would have been riled up and be jumping around, going on about how to fix the world right? But he couldn't. He made a bet. A bet with Canada that is, and we all know Canada comes up with worst bets ever, right? Wrong. The bet was that if America could keep his mouth shut in the conference room, and succeeded in not saying an entire word throughout the conference room for a week, then Canada would make breakfast for America for an entire year. Sounds like a really easy bet, but turns out, it wasn't. The conference room was used for talking, and not talking in it was... Well, boring. America had almost broken the bet a few times already, and he knew the meeting was far from over.

I don't think anyone has noticed that I haven't spoken. I think no one has noticed I'm even here! America thought to himself. It was listless not talking, but he could do it! He was a hero after all! Plus, free breakfast. For a month. Who wouldn't take that bet? So, instead of talking with the rest of them, he watched what was going on around the table instead.

France and Britain were arguing about something stupid, I believe it was about food being better then the other? Regardless, both of their food sucked so it was a worthless conversation to be having. Sexual tension...

Russia was sitting there, smiling sweetly at times but avoiding Belarus at all costs. He would sit and listen to Ukraine at times, as she moaned on about how she didn't have enough money to pay him now, but she promised to pay him soon. It was just a mess over in that district, and America never really understood why. It seemed easy enough. Sort of.

China was talking to Japan next to him, China trying to sell out ideas to increase commerce and Japan throwing all of the faulty ones to the ground. It was a good team. China was willing to do whatever and Japan knew what would go well in society without being to radical. Yeah right.

Italy was trying to get Germany's attention, and failing miserable. America felt kinda bad about it, because all Italy ever wanted to do was get Germany's attentions. But, than again, Germany was a hard-ass and was expected not to give a single sign of feelings; feelings are apparently a weakness. And Ludwig was sitting there with his head resting in his hand and we all knew quite well about this position.

Everyone all around was being loud and boisterous with the exclusion of America and Germany, but everyone knew Germany was going to snap soon. He couldn't take all of this annoying yelling and not respond. Again, he was a hard ass. In fact it was going to happen in, 3…. 2…. 1…. "Hey America, why haven't you said much this entire time?" Germany asked calmly.

Everyone silenced. Wait, what just happened? Usually he would of slammed his hands down and yelled at everyone to shut up, but what the hell was this? America was surprised at the question, his hamburger hanging limply from his mouth, and didn't quite know how to respond, so he smiled and shook his head 'no'. He wanted to signify that he wasn't in the talking mood, but Germany wasn't about to be pushed away. In fact he then asked, "What do you mean 'no'? That doesn't even answer my question. Why haven't you talked in the meeting?"

America shrugged, hoping that would get him off of him, but even that didn't. Why does this guy keep trying to get me to talk?! I thought that me not talking to him twice would have been an indicator for something! Germany looked at him confused, "This is very unusual for you America, are you sick?"

"Shut up! This is a good thing! Don't ruin it!" yelled Britain from across the room.

America gulped down the deflated burger and rolled his eyes. He checked his watch and saw that time was up and stood up to leave. His movement was sudden and he was the only one, "What are you doing?" asked Germany, still concerned.

Pointing at his watch but also giving a face of indifference, America tried to show how it was time to leave. And after that, there came the mad rush. Everyone stood up and started to pour over to the exit, trying to get out of the room before the other. America was caught up in it, luckily or not. He actually hadn't meant for this, but the crowd was pushing him towards the door, so in the end he was still leaving.

Finally exiting the conference room, America took a deep sigh and smiled. Now I can talk! America thought pleasantly. But as he walked further and tried to think of what to talk about, there wasn't really anything he wanted to say. He stopped for a moment, a bit concerned why he didn't find anything to say, but soon walked again. He'll hold out on his words for this once. Maybe tomorrow he would be in a more talkative mood...

Stepping outside, America took a deep breath of the cold, crisp winter air. How did he never notice how serene the winter is? As he walked, he heard the soft crunch of snow underneath his feet and he wondered how long that had been there. "America, wait" came a voice from behind. But it wasn't hard to guess who it was,only a few people had such a gruff voice.

America stopped at turned towards Germany, the other man catching up and his cheeks red. He seemed to shiver for a moment before he looked at America, "You never did say why you were being so quiet..."

"I had nothing to say" was all America said before he started to walk again.

But Germany wasn't to be deterred. He walked alongside America but didn't say much. It was really awkward, all things considered. "So... Uh... How has it been?" asked America, looking away.

"Decided to talk, now? It has been fine, but what about you? There has to be a reason why you're so quiet..." Germany replied.

America thought about what to say. Tell him I made a bet or keep up with my silence? Or run away? "I made a bet with Canada."

"Really? And what bet was that?"

America rolled his eyes, already getting annoyed by thinking about it, "Canada was really mad at me one day, saying something about not being able to keep my mouth shut. Of course, that isn't true, but Canada said that he bet I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth shut for an entire week while I was in the conference room. He is so going to lose..."

Germany chuckled and shook his head, "Really? But what if someone asks you a question? How do you respond?"

"Hope it's a yes or no answer... You know, you did that today, and I was getting so pissed off. How am I suppose to answer that?" America said, getting into the conversation.

"How was I suppose to know that you weren't allowed to speak?"

America sighed, knowing that Germany won, "Yeah, but you could have acted like Britain and accepted it as a gift from god..."

Again another chuckle from Germany. Man, is he in a good mood today or am I just that awesome? Germany rubbed the back of his neck, "Yes, Britain and his excentrics... However, I don't think it proper for a nation to be so ready to ridicule another."

America nodded enthusiastically, "Right! If anything, he and France are the loudest ones in the entire meeting, arguing over the most trivial things. Those two should really hurry up and have sex so we don't have to hear it anymore."

Snow lightly fell, lingering in the air, as if it missed the comfort of the cloud that it descended from. Lights began to flicker to life, telling the world that night was falling and morning had ended, hurry to your homes. Breaths intermingled in dense fogs and couples scurried away to the confines of warm abodes. But the two acquaintances walked slowly towards a looming hotel, also awaiting for a comforting bed to fall into, but still wanting to remain in winter's cold grasp. Who is to say that another moment would appear such as this?