When the meeting did finally end, England remained rooted to his seat, waiting for France to move as the room cleared out. When the Frenchman finally decided to move, the majority of the room was empty and he was almost knocked into the table when Spain swung an arm around his neck.

"Amigo," Spain addressed England, "Do you know why Romano and Italy aren't here? Or why they left in such a hurry earlier?"

"Spain, I was about to talk to him about that." France cut in, removing the Spanish mans' arm from England's shoulders so he could talk to the Brit without his friend crowding around. England crossed his arms, not liking the drawling tone of France's voice and not wishing for the first time that his brothers stayed. But those bastards left, a questioning glare being aimed at him from Scotland as they left.

"Now, England, did you do something? Since they indeed left in a hurry and little Roma looked quite angry about something." France questioned, blue eyes gazing unwavering at England.

The brit huffed, "Not that I recall. I haven't even had the chance to speak to Italy before the meeting or during the break." When he said that, a glare was aimed at America who just raised his hands in surrender but not without mumbling a smart comment back.

It quickly grew to an argument once England lunged out of his seat at the American. As the small group started to argue, a revelation caused China's eyes widened in shock, "Oh dear." Striding quickly up to the group the older nation coughed to get their attention.

"If I may interrupt," Assuring they were paying attention and separated from continuing any physical violence, China turned toward England. "I recall something during America's confrontation toward you early."

The blond nation raised a brown and inclined his head to urge the other on,

"Italy heard what we said aru."

England's jaw dropped in shock and horror. Shit shit shit. If that was true than Veneziano probably didn't even hear what England said after before running to Romano. And he was so very, very dead if that was true.

Burying his face in his hands, he kneeled down to avoid falling, great just bloody great. Heaving a sigh through his shaky breaths, England slowly rose, nodding to France as the other helped him stand and balance.

"Alright then, I must be headed off. I have a Scotsman to talk to and an apology to form. Farewell." Bidding them goodbye, he gathered his items and left. First stop, Scotland's. The older nation would know what to do…hopefully.