AN: First public fanfiction, if I screwwed up, tell me flat out, I can handle it.

I write a lot for these two, but I never publish anything, mostly because others include Spain's love with a barstool named Seatito that works as a door to door stripper and is payed in Trident layers that taste like churros and tomatoes.

This one will be much more realistic, no worries. It's just a short starter chapter that I wanted to throw out there to get it going, see if anyone wants to read more.

So here we go!


It was a generally sunny morning all across Germany, a perfect day for a World Meeting to take place in Berlin. Ludwig was leading the meeting of course, well, any minute that he wasn't raising his voice to a level that would match the obnoxious voice of the self proclaimed 'hero' who thought he owned the world. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the equally obnoxious Prussian sitting to Ludwig's left. Why had he allowed him to come again?

"Please West? Please? I'm even saying 'please'!" Gilbert whined, tugging on his little brother's sleeve like a child. He had an unruly pout on his face as he did so, it took all of the German's willpower not to give into it. That was how Gilbert got everything, how he got permission to go out and drink himself into a stupor, then come home in a bang at who knows when in the morning. It was how he had convinced Germany to let him get a puppy, they already had a dog, a very large dog. However his older brother, of course, had explained, in a very long speech, how having a little dog would give him more responsibility, because he would have to be careful not to lose it in the pig sty he called a bedroom. That along with the pout had convinced him to get the small dog, a Pomeranian, that was promptly named Eisen. Speak of the devil, there was the little dog now, giving a bark up at Gilbert to remind him that he would like a better chew toy than the one with no stuffing at his paws. Oh that was right, he was listening to Prussia list off reasons why he should attend the meeting today, Ludwig must have been distracted with his thoughts again..

"If you keep quiet-" he started, but was interrupted by an excited voice.

"I'll behave! Honest!" Germany could've sworn he heard him mutter a 'not', but he let it go, it wasn't like anything was accomplished at meetings anyway. Any hope of getting anything done was out of the window when America was going to be there. Or France. Or England. Or the North half of Italy. Or the Southern. Or really anyone.

And now Ludwig wondered if it were really that good of an idea to allow his brother to attend.

"So I was thinking, about this whole Global Warming thing, I think that if we genetically create a huge superhero with a freezing cold ray gun, brr, that would freeze up the north pole again, everything will be fine!" Alfred stated, pointing happily at the chalkboard where he had drawn a fairly bad representation of his idea.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on," Apparently, the box of Berliner that Ludwig had bought to shut Gilbert up for the meeting hadn't worked. "Why a ray gun? It would be so much more awesome if he had a ray sword. Guns are for cowards!" he announced, quite disguisted with the idea of fighting from a distance. Close contact was a much better, and more honorable fight.

"Dude, I don't know what you're talking about, guns are the bomb!"

"Bombs? I like bombs."

"No one asked you Commie!"

"Russia is able to speak, da?"

"The wanker is just being a git again. A large 'hero' would not solve our problems!"

"You 'ave a better idea, Angleterre?"

"Any idea is better than that! And keep your hands to your bloody self, frog!"

The irritation was starting, Ludwig gave it about ten seconds before he would flip the table and demand everyone take a break. That was of course, before the elder of the Italian brothers stood and started his stream of insults. That made everyone shut up. Lovino wasn't one to say much of anything during meetings. He was more of the 'silently plan the death of everyone in the room' type of guy. He let his younger brother deal with the official details of their country.

Even the chattering of the arrogant American and the proud Prussian had ceased. That impressed Germany, though he would never admit to it, or it may result in something similar to that of the mustache incident.

Prussia couldn't believe that the Italian had enough balls to talk to nations much more powerful than him like that. Was that really the same Romano that Spain had control of all those years ago?

"Lovi, there's no need to be mean." Antonio pouted next to him, patting him on the back as he turned to tell him just what he thought about the 'tomato bastard that spends more time running a cafe than looking for his lost brain'. That firecracker was definitely the same one that he'd seen before when he would stay with Antonio. Apparently Tomato Bastard was a name that he embraced, because he made no comment toward it.

"If we're all done yelling at each other, I suggest a break so that we aren't blowing each other's heads off when we resume the meeting." Ludwig gave a wary glance at Vash, because he always had a gun on him somewhere. All of the countries muttered an agreement and rose from their seats, Prussia included. The reason he came in the first place was to see Antonio and Francis, they had been working diligently lately, so he wasn't able to see them as much as he would have liked. He escaped over to his friends before Ludwig could turn and scold him for starting the whole mess, even though it was obviously Alfred's fault.