(User is Arthur Kirkland / England)

The meeting had finally ended, and Arthur was busy gathering his documents and belongings along with the other nations.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a sharp tug on his sleeve.

Arthur barely had time to turn his head before the tug became a firm grip. Without warning, he was pulled out of the meeting room, earning several confused, curious, and outright startled looks from the nations who witnessed the scene.

The moment they reached the quieter hallway outside, the grip finally loosened. Before Arthur could demand an explanation, two hands settled firmly on his shoulders and turned him around.

He found himself face-to-face with Ivan.

That alone was enough to make Arthur both surprised and irritated. Being dragged halfway across the building without a word was hardly something he appreciated.

Yet what caught his attention most wasn't the grip or the sudden ambush.

It was Ivan's expression.

He looked... nervous.

It was strange. Ivan usually wore that infuriatingly sweet smile or a knowing smirk whenever he looked down at Arthur. Seeing genuine uncertainty on his face felt completely out of place.