WARNING: Absolute crack.

'Twas a dark and stormy night, but the meeting had to go on! No one was knew why the meeting was at night, they just did what they were told. They should stop doing that, they could get into big trouble if they're all so easily manipulated. Seriously, don't they think of the little ones! What kind of example are they setting?

It didn't take long for the meeting to start. Alfred dove right into a plan to clean the oil spill, while both Mexicos stood up to protest his wanting to drain the Gulf Of Mexico.

"Alfredo! This is a new low! Think of my sharks! What would happen to them?" Nieve slammed her hand against the table angrily. Fernando grabbed her arm when she wobbled slightly.

"Haha! We'd put them in zoo, of course!" Alfred chuckled and put his hands on his hips.

"A zoo...You want to put my babies in a zoo...Wild sharks...OH. ALRIGHT, LEMME JUST GO FIND A ZOO WHO WILL TAKE OVER EIGHTY SHARKS!" Alfred's smile faded a bit and he seemed slightly scared.

"E-eighty? T-that's a lot of sharks...Oh well, we'll find a place for them."

"And tear apart families? You're an ignorant fool. We need to just CLEAN the shit, I miss being able to see!" The two North American countries jumped on top of the table and glared dangerously at each other, lightning bolts connecting their eyes. South Mexico then reached up and with long, blue-painted fingernails, flicked America's forehead.

"We're NOT endangering my sharks' lives. Or any other sea life. Now get your act together and think of a real way to clean up your mess," Nieve said, smirking as Al's eyes welled up in pain. Fernando howled with laughter, literally rolling on the floor laughing.

Kiku then agreed that draining the Gulf would be an efficient way to clean the spill and offered his zoos and proposed a dam be made right away and started drafting. Arthur disagreed and shouted that it would be dangerous. He also threw in some British slang that no one actually understood and just used because they thought that it would make them sound "bloody" cool. Of course, Francis had to jump around naked shouting to clean the spill with the magic of l'amore!

An epic battle then broke out, lightsabers provided by Vash. When questioned, he just shrugged, and said, "Well, I'm not letting Lili run around with a gun, am I?"

People started betting on who would win, Antonio shouting Francis not to hurt his little Mexicos while Lovino burst out in tears because he's a whiny bastard who can't handle not having Antonio's attention for more than five seconds. Then he ran into his emo corner screaming, "WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?" Antonio fells to his knees in defeat, he just didn't know what to do anymore.

"OH MY GOD, EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The bellow was so loud that it shook the building and the radio announced, "Earthquake in Chicago today!" Ludwig stood with his hands against the table. He was so furious that he breathed fire, shot lasers from his eyes, and grew claws which he waved around like a dinosaur. All the nations screamed and ran for the hills. Unfortunately for them, two wicked bad ass mother fuckers stood with their arms crossed, gaurding the doors. You know them as Gilbert and Berwald. They stood at the door dressed in tuxedos and sunglasses. They lifted an eyebrow and gave the nations a look that said, "Get the fuck back in there." Matthew and Tino both jizzed in their pants, because I mean seriously. Do you know how ridiculously hot they would be? So, with the exception of Tino and Matthew, all of the nations went back to their seats. Tino and Mattie had left with Gilbert and Berwald and "got a room"

The only nations who hadn't participated in this tom foolery were Roderich and Natalia. This (insert dramatic pause here) is their story.

So, I was out to eat with one of my friends, bostonian-ftw, and I was like, "I DUNNO WHAT TO WRITE." and she was like, "HOLD ON" and she made two fail cubes, one with my six favorite characters, and one with my six least favorite. So I rolled these ghetto cubes and TADA, I got the challenge of writing BelarusxAustria. This is the prologue, and yeah. I don't have the second part actually written but Imma start writing it tomorrow. So, yeah. Look forward to it. I really hope it isn't a fail. But I've never written Belarus or Austria, so yeahhhh. Well, see y'all tomorrow.