Meeting- an assembly of people, especially the members of a society or committee, for discussion or entertainment.

The nations met once every month, in a world meeting of sorts. These meetings always, always, commenced as planned, no matter the problems in one's country. if the meetings were even remotely important to the actual advancement of any country, they might instead postpone their meetings so that any country could take the time they might need to recover, or they might hope that their capital could come into the meeting for them, but their meetings were more like play groups for the countries, so their bosses could have time when they didn't have to deal with them, especially in the cases of the most annoying countries.

These meetings were never held in one place more than once. One of the countries, though none remember exactly which, suggested it a while ago, and ever since things have been that way. They quit enjoyed, specially when it was a smaller country's job to host the meeting space, and they had a hard time finding new places to hold the meetings. Larger countries, like The United States, Russia, and China never had this problem, the lucky lands, and America especially always found it hilarious when other countries would run out of places to hold the meeting.

It was America's turn to host the meeting, and he usually didn't give much thought to the places he would put them in. He could use any building he wanted to, it didn't really matter in his mind.

However, this time, it was different. A company had sent him a letter, telling him that they would be very honored to host the world meeting. He didn't know this company, in fact, he'd never even heard of them. But he went along with it, and didn't try to think too much about it.

And that's what got him into a horrible mess.

'-'

America opened his mailbox, grabbing the many messily stuffed envelopes inside. He sighed as he sifted through them outside of his trash can, not bothering to even take most of them inside. He always got so much mail when it was close to his time to host a world meeting, almost every company wanted him to use one of their buildings, and though it was nice to know he was popular, it always got annoying REALLY quickly.

Besides, he already had a place he wanted the meeting to be, and any letters that didn't give them a building option in at least a nearby place weren't good enough for him. Most of the mail was of the same people begging for him to hold the meeting in their "super large, fancy" building in some place like New York City or Orlando, but he already hit those places first, and now he was looking for something different.

One letter caught him off guard. It was from a company called Eckoe Industries, and it said they were a newer computer company that heard about him and would like the chance to have their world meeting held in their head building. America grinned as he read it, still standing, outside at the garbage can, and he threw all the other letters in.

He found his meeting place, exactly where he wanted it to be. Cleveland, Ohio.

America quickly ran into his house and to his charging iPhone. He dialed in the company number put on the letter and waited for them to pick up. One of the states, Colorado, sleepily walked into the room and saw America, waving as he headed to the kitchen. As the phone rang, America could hear the fridge door open and close, and Colorado walked back with a bowl of cut pineapple, eating it as he walked by.

America glared at Colorado as he walked by, and he just grinned and ate another piece. All of the states knew that America didn't like pineapple, though none of them, even America, didn't know why. He just woke up one day with the hate for pineapple, and feeling that he should make sure Canada could still see and walk. (I regret nothing)

America almost sighed with relief when the ringing stopped and a friendly sounding, female voice spoke over the line.

"This is Eckoe Industries, Jenna Churchfield speaking. How may I help you?"

"Hi," America said. "I'm Alfred F. Kirkland, or America, and I received a letter about hosting my world meeting in your head building, I would like to ask if I can accept that offer."

There was a slight pause before the lady spoke again. "Of course you may, would you like to meet up with our CEO and talk over it beforehand?"

"Sure! Tell me when!"

"Well, today is a particularly uneventful day for her, and her schedule is open up for anytime between 10 AM and 5 PM today, if you can come today."

America checked his watch. The time was, exactly, 9:32 AM, and America knew that he never really had anything to do anyway. He grinned.

"I'll be there soon," was all he said before he hung up, silently celebrating.

He ran up to Ohio's room and banged on the door loudly, yelling "Ohio I need you to come here I'm going to need you to teleport me to Cleveland so we can go meet the people who're going to host the next world meeting!" It would've been fine if just Ohio were in that room, since she was used to listening to things much louder than America's yelling with her earphones, but sadly, she wasn't just there alone. The was no way in the world America was going to add 50 rooms to his house just for the states to sleep in.

Instead of Ohio answering the door, a very grumpy and tired-looking Michigan opened the door. America had to stop for a minute as he saw the horrid mess that was her hair.

"Whoa dude," he said. "What the heck happened to your hair?"

He could swear he heard a growl come from Michigan's mouth, and she yelled at him, saying "I was sleeping, idiot! And my hair always looks like this when I wake up you blind elephant!" She then proceeded to slam the door in America's face.

'Oops,' he thought. 'I forgot that Michigan and Ohio shared a room.' He didn't understand why Michigan seemed so mad though. Even learning that she had to sleep in the same room as Ohio didn't seem to make her that mad.

America turned towards the other rooms and asked loudly, "Hey, anyone know why Michigan was so grumpy this morning?"

A couple seconds passed before he received a response from Florida's room (if anyone thinks of this in the wrong way I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU), equally as loud.

"She's on her period!" Well, that explained it enough for America. He mouthed a quiet 'oh,' and glanced once more at Michigan and Ohio's door before running back down the stairs while he still had the chance.

It took about an hour for Ohio to come downstairs, and by then, New York had already rushed out the door, muttering something about being late while she slipped her Bluetooth onto her ear and grabbed her phone from the table, California had gone off to teach a surfing lesson or something, and about half the other states had shuffled throughout the large mansion they all shared. America saw the shorter girl coming down the stairs from a chair he was sitting on, and immediately he hopped up, rushing over to the teen.

Ohio looked at him, stifling a yawn, and took out her right earphone. "Hi America," she said. "What do you need now?"

"So, Ohio," America started. "I found a company who would let me host the latest world meeting inside their head building, which is in Cleveland, and I want you to take me there since you can teleport to literally any place in your state and it would be nice to have you there too."

Ohio sighed. "Just a second," she said, disappearing into the kitchen, and coming back out with an apple. She took a bite. "Okay then. So what's this company called?"

'-'

"And there you go! So, would you still like to hold your meeting here?" America and Ohio had been taken around a tour of the building, shown the place the meeting would most likely be in, and the coffee room, and all the important things.

The one showing them around was the CEO and founder of Eckoe Industries, Echo Jaris, and all in all, she seemed like a nice person. She was tall, and had tanned skin, long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and freckles dotting her face, and still looked pretty young. She was smiling the whole way though, but Ohio had a weird feeling about her. She could tell America was excited to hold the meeting in her building, however, so Ohio decided not to say anything.

"This place is perfect! Of course I wanna hold the meeting here! Ohio, don't you agree it's nice?" America looked at Ohio, and she could tell he wanted her to agree, even if she didn't like it. She just shrugged, put her hands in her Cleveland Browns hoodie, and paid more attention to the Fall Out Boy playing through her headphones.

Echo grinned. "Good! Now, let's talk over time, if that's okay. It'll only take a minute."

Though America nodded, seeming perfectly fine with it, Ohio still felt something wasn't right, and she just muttered, "I'll be outside," before walking away and out of the building.

Echo and America stared at where Ohio just was. "Does she normally act like that, Mr. America?"

"Yeah, it happens from time to time. She's stuck as a 14 year old, you can't blame her for being moody from time to time."

"I guess so." Echo didn't dwell on it. "Anyway, follow me, and we'll get the meeting time situated!"

"Great!"

Echo lead America into a different room, but she glanced back at where Ohio left, sending the area a quick smirk, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"They won't see it coming," she muttered under her breath, before following America into the room, and acting as if nothing ever happened.

And Ohio still felt uneasy as she waited for America outside the building.

WHOOP! I WAS ABLE TO WRITE OVER 2000 WORDS IN LIKE 3 HOURS! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I ACTUALLY TRY, MOM!

But yeah, I'm really proud of this story so far. I think I'm going to start working on chapter one right now.

I'm really excited for writing this. Already I've introduced more OCs than actual characters (all of them, even Echo, are originally Hetalia-related) and even managed to have part of this have to do with my hometown which I will no longer be living in after a couple hours (yes I was born in Cleveland, I'm still living in a suburb really close to downtown, but I'm moving in literally hours to the other side of the country :3), and all of this in the prologue.

Ah, life is good, isn't it my roadkill dog, Friskie?

No, but seriously, I came up with this story idea at like 2 today, and it's only 6:43, and though I've spent most of my time working on this, I've also helped with finishing the packing of things into the truck and other "important" things (Like LLSIF, drawing, working on characters and personalities, and going on Tumblr).

But seriously it's been so long since I last had this much motivation to write something it's really funny how it only takes hours of listening to nightcore versions of Primadonna and The Phoenix, a laptop, and a simple idea to get me so excited about writing a fanfic that will be filled with all my favorite characters (2 out of 3 of my absolute favorite Hetalia characters are dying and I'm smiling about this fact) dying.

And if you want to know what inspired the long as heck title, don't be afraid to ask me! I'm open to tell anyone, I just don't want to make this author's note too much longe

Ah, I really do have mental issues, don't I?

Anyway, expect this, or another story, to be updated soon, I'm on a role today, and still in the mood to write for hours!

~Kota