It was a regular World Meeting. You know the usual chatter and bloodshed. The ones like Kiku and Matthew would often pick fights with others for no good reason; some would discuss their distaste with life and be all depressing like that. That's not what our story will be revolving around, though.

"Pretty boring meeting again, huh?" Lovino grinned at his younger sibling, Feliciano. The Northern Italian just rolled his eyes in annoyance as about two pints of a familiar red liquid splattered on the sides of their faces. There was barely a reaction from either half-country, other than a grumbled from Lovi about how bothersome it is to get blood out of your clothes if not done right away.
Feliciano had a somewhat opposite reaction, he didn't really mind the potential stains, and his brother will take care of it. A small sadistic smirk formed on his face as he licked some off his lips.

It was a few hours later when the meeting eventually dispersed and only a few like the Axis and Allies were left packing still.
"Isn't it weird how often we're seen grouped together even after World War II?" Ivan's question went unanswered by Francis who could care less who he is often stuck with. As long as they let him be, they could be serial killers for all he cared… which at least a couple of them probably were.

Alfred sighed as he exited the room and made a turn at the next corner. He had barely gone a couple feet more when he heard a voice, "Alfie~"
Assuming it was Arthur using that accursed nickname again as he prepared to force the American to taste test another one of his 'cupcakes', the redhead had his trademark baseball bat out in a split second and spun around, ready to face any kind of sick drug the English muffin had for him.

It was Feliciano.

"Relax, Alfred, it's just me." The Italian gave a cocky smirk as he casually approached the still hostile American.
"How the hell am I supposed to be reassured by the fact that it's you?"
The magenta-eyed nation gave a small chuckle before stopping a foot in front of the anxious, red-eyed nation, "I guess that's the fun of it."
"Whatever, what do you want?" Alfred kept a strong glare as he tensed down a bit, but still keeping his weapon ready.

"I'll make this quick: there's a fun little mansion a little ways from here, and I want youto help spread the word."
America's glared was slowly replaced by a look of bewilderment and unsure-ness, "Wait… you want me to… what, why?"
"Because I do."
"Wha- DO you KNOW who you're talking to? I'm not exactly someone who goes out in the world, yelling out random crap to get attention, and doing stupid sh*t for idiots!"
"You mean you're not like your counterpart?" The 2p's were aware of their counterparts, the 1p's, and their differences. They did not get along the best.

"Yes." The American growled, "I'm not Mr. Popular of something, why not get someone more… outgoing? Like… Kiku, your brother, my brother, Arthur, anyone but me?"
"I chose you for a very special reason, Alfie. Just do as you're told before I change my mind and attack your vital regions."
"Okay, okay… fine, I'll do your stupid order." He combed a hand through his hair, careful of his ahoge, and groaned, "F*ck, this is gonna be a pain in the-"

"Alfred!" a familiar voice called out. This time America knew it was England and bolted before Italy could blink.

"Hmph." Feliciano smiled mischievously and walked away.

I thought this was missing something...I kinda like this chapter... tell me what you think in the reviews on how to improve or if you have suggestions on how I should torture Steve or etc.

lol, thanks for skimming~!