Hey guys! So this is my first story! The main character is an OC (who's based on me) so don't hate on her!

Something you should note, I will be using replacement words for Romano's language, considering I myself do not cuss; so as you read, you can probably imagine what he's really saying ;)

Well, I don't have too much to say, so I'll just shut it and let you read the story ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, TDI, or anything else that's possibly copyrighted in here. I only own the plot and my OC, Indie.

1. Let the Meeting Begin

The World Meeting Building. Washington D.C. The United States of America. 8:45 am.

I was walking down the hall to the World Meeting room, whistling the theme to "Total Drama Island" as I went. It was my first day being an assistant at one of these meetings, so I figured I would familiarize myself with the place.

It was ornately decorated, the hall. Flags from all the different countries hanging on it's broad walls, with skillfully painted pictures of their respective countries' personifications hanging beside them. The walls themselves were a deep maroon with gold accenting the borders. Typical colors, but it set a nice mood nonetheless.

I was just taking in the beautiful chandelier above my head, when I noticed I had made it to the end of the hall. Much to my dismay considering I was rather enjoying my alone time. Once I got over my disappointment, I saw that the doors to the main room were already opened, revealing the large oblong table and numerous chairs within.

Curious, I sang the last part of the song out loud to see if I got a reaction from any country possible lurking inside.

"I wanna' be, I wanna' be, I wanna' be famous. I wanna' be, I wanna' be, I wanna' be famous" I sang, just loud enough to hear.

I heard a sigh, and saw a country, who I believe to be Great Britain if memory served, step out of the room, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"It's 'I want to be" said the nation, correcting my grammar. "Miss…?"

I'm American; I can sing however I want. I thought. But I figured I wouldn't leave the gent hanging and gave him my name. "I'm Indie. Indie Carter. I'm one of the new assistants here" I said shaking his hand. It was surprisingly soft and not calloused like I had expected it to be, considering he is a country, but I suppose even they need skin care too.

"Ah. I didn't know that you were coming today." Britain continued the conversation, oblivious to the fact I was imagining what an advertisement for Nation Skin Care would look like. "Nonetheless, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Carter. My name is Arthur Kirkland, but you may call me England." He said, kissing my hand ever so slightly.

I thought nothing of the gesture and gave him a kind smile back. That's a common thing to do in Europe, right? Just being a gentleman s'all.

I took a good look at the man standing in front of me. He wasn't that tall, but definitely taller than me. He had shaggy, almost punk, dirty blond hair that hung in his eyes and deep forest green eyes that, I noticed, were currently questioning. Almost…. judging. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you here so early?" England asked, one absurdly bushy eyebrow raised. Yep. Definitely judging.

I almost gave him a serious answer too. But, why would I do that when it was a perfect opportunity to have some fun?

"Well you see, the past few weeks I've been having these weird visions where I go into outer-space and have some kinda' crazy conversation with an alien." I started. "And then the alien takes me back to it's planet and we sit and then I turn into an alien and start going around doing alien-y things. So, considering I don't want that to happen, I've been trying to get in contact with some kind of alien and I figured this place is pretty tall, right?" This is fun. "So it should be perfect for setting up an antenna tall enough to send a signal all the way to mars! And then, I can, ya' know…"

After I let my bull-crap story trail off, I turned back to look at the country next to me. Needless to say, his face was a mix of total horror and disbelief at the spectacle he just witnessed. But before he could say anything, we were interrupted by another one of the countries, who decided to show up at the opportune moment.

"Dude! Did I just hear you say you're tryn'a say 'wazzup' to some aliens?!" exclaimed a voice from behind us. I turned around to see that it was none other than my home country, America. I didn't know much about him, but from the looks of it, we've got a conspiracy theorist on our hands. Well, this should be interesting. Figuring it would tick England off even more, I wasted no time in making the situation more awesome.

"You know it! Why, do you have a better way to do it then me?!" I asked with mock enthusiasm.

"Heck yes I do!" declared the nation. "As a matter of fact, I happen to know an alien myself! Dude's name is Tony. I could introduce you sometime if you w- GAH!" Exclaimed America all of a sudden. I looked to see that a certain Englishman had finally snapped out of his shocked state enough to hit the younger man upside the head with a book he got from god-knows where.(brothah got Iggy-chopped XD) I couldn't help but to notice that the spine of said book read "The Best of Shakespeare"

Hm. At least he has good taste.

"Don't be so rude to a lady. At least properly introduce yourself" said Britain. With some restraint might I add, considering he himself was still gathering his bearings after my fantasizing story.

America responded to this by casting a glare at his former caretaker before turning to me, still rubbing the spot he was struck "Er, sorry. My name's Alfred F. Jones. A.K.A. America! A.K.A. The Hero!" proclaimed the Hero proudly. "It's nice to meet you, dude! What's your name?" he asked innocently. I could see Arthur cringing in pain at the lack of manners the American possessed. I, on the other hand, was relieved at the casualness in which he addressed me. Made me feel more at home.

"The name's Indie Carter. A.K.A. the new assistant. A.K.A. the ultimate errand-ninja." I replied. I swept long, dark brown hair back behind my shoulders before reaching out for a handshake. America took my hand gladly and shook it firmly. Dang. This dude is strong.

But now I had to think about the next thing that came out of my mouth. I didn't want to freak out England anymore, but I didn't want to offend America either. So, I figured I would break it to them calmly.

"Um, I kind of thought you should know, I'm not really trying to get in touch with Martians or anything…" I said, dropping the topic awkwardly. Arthur brightened upon hearing this, glad that someone he'll be working with isn't entirely out-of-touch. Alfred's face, however, had dropped to levels of near depression. This made me feel bad of course, so I needed to fix it.

"Do you seriously have an alien friend, though?" I asked in his ear, using a voice low enough so that only he could hear me. I was honestly curious. I mean, there was the whole Roswell incident and all. Who knows, maybe he could be telling the truth?

I expected an answer like all his others, containing bad grammar and American slang. But this time, he merely winked at me and started for the conference room. I smirked and followed suit, Britain close behind me. We sat down and chatted for a little while. Mostly about trivial things: Video games, types of tea, world domination. You know. The usual.

After a good 15 minutes, other countries started arriving. The first I noticed to come in were the Axis. I was curious as to why they still kept the group name, but shrugged it off. They looked interesting enough, so I decided to head over and introduce myself.

The first I saw was a small Asian man, with a choppy, sort of fashionable bowl-cut kind of hairstyle. His eyes were a dull brown, and looked around the room seriously. Ah, that's right, this one's Japan. Makes sense, I heard he's very formal. Though I can't imagine how, given their media… Nonetheless, I walked over and calmly regarded the man.

"Hajime mashite." I started in Japanese. "Watashi wa Carter Indie desu. Yoroshiku onegai shimasu." I said with a bow. I was rather thankful that I took 2 years of Japanese now.

He seemed shocked to hear me speak his native tongue but, being impressed with my fluidity, began to introduce himself as well.

"Hajime mashite, Carter-san. Watashi wa Honda Kiku desu. Shikashi, watashi ni denwa shite kudasai Nihon." Said the nation, giving a respectful bow back. He then (thankfully) started speaking in English. "I hate to sound rude, but might I ask what you are doing here?" asked the Japanese man in a controlled tone. I noticed that he stayed a good distance away from me making me feel offended at first, but then I realized that it was the "personal space" thing I'd heard about. Aw, that's so cute!

I couldn't treat him the same as I did Alfred though, so instead, explained to him the same thing I did Arthur. "I'm the new assistant that will be starting here today; so, please, if there's anything thing you need, just let me know" Okay. So maybe I was a little nicer to him than Arthur, but come on! The Brit deserved it for being so… Judgey.

"Oh, soka." Said the nation, once again slipping into his own language. "Arigatou, Carter-san." Japan thanked, giving me another respectful bow.

"Oh, please, call me Indie!" I requested of the older man who, I noticed, is the exact same height as me. And I'm only five foot five. Geez, these Asians really are short.

"Ah, alright, um, Indie." Kiku said, nervous about sounding so disrespectful.

"That's it" I said giving the man a small giggle. This gesture made him blush. I'm not all too sure why though. He's so strange… I thought about saying something further, but not wanting to make the poor man feel any more uncomfortable I decided to say hi to the others.

First, was the tall man I knew to be Germany. I heard he could be pretty scary, especially at meetings, but decided to make that discovery for myself. I then saw that said tall scary man, had something on his back. Which I soon realized was none other than the remaining Axis member, Italy.

The sight made me laugh. I couldn't help it! It was so weird and so adorable at the same time! How could I not? That sort of ticked off Germany though. I'm pretty sure he was about to yell at me too, but soon realized who I was and took a mental chill-pill.

"Oh, pardon me. I didn't realize you were here yet." Germany started "You are Indep-"

"Indie" I corrected. "My name is Indie Carter". The German was confused for a second, but, deciding it was probably better not to ask, gave me a small yet kind, smile.

"Ja, of course. I'm Germany, by the way. Or Ludwig, if you prefer." He tried to reach out his hand for a greeting, but sighed when he realized he couldn't because of a certain, bubbly Italian who currently had an iron grip on his friend's back.

I looked at said country- who I noticed he had a wacky curl sticking out on the left side of his head. I wonder how? - and gave him a smile. This gesture, however lucky or not I wasn't sure, had gained me the nation's undivided attention.

"Ve~ Germany! Who is the bella ragazza?" Asked Italy, flashing me a smile that could melt any girl's heart. But before the other country had time to introduce us, Italy jumped off his friend's back and flat out hugged me. The gesture freaked me out a little at first, but I wasn't that freaky over stuff like this, so I hugged him right on back.

"You're Indie, right? The new assistant?" said Veneziano. Wait a sec, if he knew who I was, then why did he ask Germany?! Man these countries are giving me a headache. "Ve~ it's so wonderful to meet you, bella! My name's Feleciano Vargas, but you can call me Italy! Or Veneziano considering Italy can confuse fratello sometimes." Chirped the Nation; a thoughtful look on his face as he considered he and his brother's dilemma. "Hey, do you think we could be friends?" Asked Feliciano, tilting his head to the side with a youthful expectancy.

"It's nice to meet you too! And sure, we can be friends." I said, realizing this was just part of his unique character. Feli got even happier and went in for another hug from me, his newly acquired friend. But before I could get pulled into another spine-crushing embrace, I was graciously saved by a man with a surprisingly attractive ponytail and a panda strapped to his back.

"Aiyah! You can't just go around hugging people to death, aru!" Scolded the man, pulling me away from Veneziano and standing me on my own two feet. It took me a second, but the strange vocal tick helped me to remember. This was China! Though despite the fact he was the oldest of the nations, his looks were among the youngest. The way the countries age is so lost on me.

I'm so freaking jealous that they can look this awesome at 4,000 years old. Seriously, they are all so hot! I thought to myself, a little distraught at the countries' luck. But then I realized that the person who just saved me years of physical therapy was trying to talk to me.

"I'm sorry about that, aru. I don't think he means to be such an idiot." Said the ancient nation, an apologetic look painted on his features. I was just about to thank him too, when out of nowhere he suddenly exclaimed "Oh! You are so cute, aru!"

The comment confused me and I looked down at my outfit.

A simple black pleated skirt over grey tights with purple socks that just peeked out of my black knee high boots. The boots had purple laces that matched my socks. Above that was a white blouse with ruffles, and a black blazer.

"Um, tha-" I started. Before I could finish, however…

"Ohohohohon~ I could not agree more!" Purred a voice next to me. Yep, I was interrupted. Again. I mean, seriously, did these guys just make it a thing where they just show up at the most epic moments and don't allow normal people to speak? "The young mademoiselle is rather fetching, non?" Asked the voice rhetorically. Crap. I knew that voice. I seriously hope I was wrong though. I hesitantly turned a few degrees, just to confirm my suspicion. Yep. That was him alright. Absurd blue cape and matching blue military jacket over equally absurd orangey-red pants and wavy blonde hair down to the shoulders. No denying it. Nope, this was the "Country of Amour", live and personified, right in front of me. France. I'm screwed. I heard this guy had quite the reputation, and it wasn't all that good aside from the croissants and fondue.

"Haha, thanks, but I was just trying to dress, ya know, 'professional'" I tried explaining to the countries. It probably wasn't working though, considering they only heard what they wanted. But as I tried backing away, I found myself bumping into someone behind me. As I turned around to apologize, I found myself having to look very, very far up at the victim; and when I did, I was greeted with a rather childish smile and a face full of purple-murder-aura. I almost fell on my behind from the sudden feeling of impending doom, when the Goliath in front of me caught me around the waist.

"Watch where you are going, da?" The tall man said in a high, childish voice. For some reason though, the aura was gone now. Maybe he realized I was a poor, clumsy girl who was too young and too pretty to die yet? I really hope that was it, and he wasn't just postponing my execution.

"My name is Russia. You will become one with me, da? Little sunflower?" Asked the soviet nation. His voice was childish, sure, but it was absolutely terrifying on a grown man.

"Haha, thanks, but no thanks. Ya' see, I have this whole thing where I don't like 'becoming one' with total strangers. Weird, I know, but it's just a quirk of mine." I said, hoping to discourage him without getting the murder-aura again. I succeeded in this, good for me! But what I wasn't expecting was the tall Russian to put himself in a home-made emo-corner on the other side of the room.

I thought about comforting him, but was brought out of my thoughts by an arm being slung around my shoulder. I saw that said arm just so happened to be attached to a person, and that said person was an albino with the world's cockiest smile adorning his absurdly pale face.

"Kesesesese~ Ivan just got turned down! By a human fraulein at that! That is so AWESOME!" The man- who I assumed was a country- practically screamed in my ear. "Not as awesome as the awesome-me of course, but you all already know that isn't possible anyway so, blah, blah, blah, what are you doing here, schatz?" The assumed-country rambled.

What the crap, seriously? Can't you just guess? It's pretty flipping obvious considering I've already introduced myself to 30 other freaking people. Holy nuts. Seriously. I thought to myself. Or at least I thought I did, until I noticed that there was no longer an arm over my shoulders. Confused, I looked around the room to see where the obnoxious man had disappeared to, and then I saw him.

He had gone over to sit in the Tamaki-corner along with Russia until he realized how that was obviously a terrible idea, and instead made his own on the adjoining wall. I giggled a little bit at the utter immaturity, but found that a certain Spaniard was laughing much harder.

"Dios Mio, that was just beautiful, chica." Said the European in between laughs. "I can't believe you just made the 'Mighty Prussia' go into a Tamaki-corne-" Spain started before the author (me) interrupted him.

{Dude, Spain, no fourth-wall breaking. Seriously. You should know better.} Miss author chastised the nation.

"Ah, sorry chica, I wasn't thinking." Spain replied, a sheepish look on his face and a hand rubbing the back of his head.

The author found this a suitable enough answer and said {Is 'k, just don't do it again, alright?}

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Replied the ever-spry, España. Everyone in the room had stopped to stare at said cheery man; a mix of shock and confusion present on all their faces. Except Russia. He was smiling again. Which wasn't any better, really.

The now tense mood made Spain's face drop ever so slightly. "What is it, mi amigos?" Asked the nation, a little embarrassed that he had been caught conversing with what looked like himself. After a good minute or two, the awkward silence was FINALLY broken by a certain Italian. A logic-proof curl almost exactly like his brother's, except for the fact it was on the opposite side of his head, was what hinted me to it being Romano.

"What the fudge do you think it is, badger? You were talking to your freaking self just then!" S. Italy screamed at his boss. "Would you mind explaining to us all what exactly the puck that was?!" He demanded. The cussing didn't faze Spain, though. He merely smiled as though it were the cutest thing in the world

"Haha, I don't really know, to tell the truth!" Laughed Antonio. The Spanish country then thought about something and gave his little brother a stern look "But that doesn't mean that you should say those obscene words in the presence of a lady" He said in a lightly scolding voice.

Confusion immediately swept across the fiery-Italian's face, but was replaced with an apologetic expression when he found my face among the horde of men.

"Mi dispiace, Signora." The Southern country apologized. "My name is Lovino, or Italy. But call me Ro-"

"Lovi~ Call him Lovi!" Said Spain glomping Lovi before he could give me his real name. Luckily I already knew it, so it wasn't really necessary; but he didn't know that, so why make him feel silly?

"Get off me, Tomato-Badger!" Romano cursed at his friend. Oh come on, he can't deny it! Lovi and Toni are, like, total best friends. (Anyway, on to the story) Lovino soon realized what he was doing though, and swiftly pushed off the extra weight, earning a muffled 'oof' from the clingy Spaniard. And, not really caring about his friend's well-being, Lovino walked back over to me.

"Like I was saying, you can call me Romano." He continued as though nothing had happened and grasped my hand gently. Interesting, he was a ladies' man, but a respectful one. And not like Arthur's very prim and proper respectful either. He was just… Sweet. These thoughts didn't last long though, because I was soon interrupted (again) by a voice that was- and I didn't even know this was possible- louder than America's and Prussia's put together.

"Ahaha! Look at Romano, the little flirt. Going at it again, I see!" Cackled the voice; that I now see belonged to a main with awesome (stop glaring at me Prussia) and amazingly spiky, golden hair.

Romano turned around at the sound of his name, and switched to angry mode again. "You clucking beer-badger!" Raged the Italian. "I was just introducing myself to a bella ragazza, is there something the duck wrong with that?!"

"Nah, I'm just saying that is you keep it up, there won't be any pretty girls left for the rest of us." Said the spiky-haired man, nonchalantly. Wait, first Lovino calls me 'beautiful girl' and now this guy's calling me pretty? Aw, all these guys are so sweet! Accept for Francis. Dude's a total perv. *Cue France going into the Tamaki-corner*

"Chuck off, Denmark" The ever-cheery S. Italy spat back. This however, just egged the Nordic nation on.

"Aw, don't be like that, Roma! It was only fun-joking, yes? You don't have to be so prissy" Said Denmark. At this, one of the other countries next to the Dane came up and pulled his tie to the point where air no longer came through.

I appraised the man currently trying to kill Denmark. He was wearing a blue shirt with white stripes, a red tie and khakis over black loafers. I also noticed that his pale-blond hair was held to the side by a cross-shaped barrette, which was surprisingly attractive.

But, then again, what about these guys wasn't?

The nation that I was definitely not staring at, sighed and gave me a look that, I think was apologetic; but it was really hard to tell with those dull, emotion-devoid eyes of his. "Sorry," He started, a thick Scandinavian accent gracing his voice. "I'm afraid I can't allow this idiot to introduce himself for fear of him saying something stupid." The nation continued in a tone equally as emotionless as his eyes. "The idiot's name is Matthias or Denmark. I'm Norway, but you can call me Lukhas. The tall one there is Berwald, or Sweden. The one next to him is-"

"Meh wife" The Viking-esque man, that Norway introduced as Berwald interjected, while at the same time pulling a smaller man to his side. I didn't really understand, and kinda' wanted to ask what was going on, but I figured it was probably better not to.

Apparently I wasn't the only one who didn't understand, though.

"Sweden! I'm not yer wife! Please stop giving people the wrong idea!" The young man at Sweden's side whined. The taller nation, merely shrugged the plea off however, and continued hugging his, er, wife. Apparently this was a common occurrence though, considering all the shorter man did was sigh and say "I'm Finland! Or Tino! Whatever you want to call me is fine!" Finland said in a cheery and downright adorable voice.

"You could call him Santa, too!" Called Denmark, who it seemed had escaped the hold that Norway ha- oh. I spoke too soon. Because with that remark, Matthias found himself once again being choked by the shorter, yet somehow more controlling, Lukhas.

"Yeah. Anyway, the last one here is my lillebror, Iceland." Norway said coming to the end of his introductions. It's interesting, when Norway introduced Iceland I saw the first emotion I'd seen on him all day, which was an amused smirk directed at his "little brother".

Iceland seemed to find this both incredibly annoying and incredibly embarrassing, considering he was glaring at Norway while blushing. He crossed his arms over his chest angrily and turned his head away in defiance.

"Shut up." Said the youngest of the Nordics, annoyance evident in his voice. "Don't call me that. You know I hate it."

"Of course I do. Why do you think I do it? Now go on, call me big brother." Said Norway, keeping his lifeless tone through the whole sentence. "I know you want to."

"There's no way! You are so annoying…" Iceland said, getting frustrated. He tried to block out his big brother's annoying demand but was suddenly assaulted with the same phrase, echoing in his head.

"Big brother, big brother, big brother, big brother…" The same two words repeated, over and over. It wasn't until he heard giggling from someone else in the room that he realized it was his big brother himself repeating the words in his ear and not just a voice. After his little revelation, Iceland turned to see me giggling and his blush became a deeper scarlet, resembling one of Spain's –

"Don't you dare say tomatoes, writer-badger." Romano said, stopping the author from continuing her comparison. "It's been used way too many freaking times and I'm ducking sick of hearing it." He said, opening up a colorful vocabulary to emphasize his point.

The author couldn't let this slide of course, and gave Roma-chan a stern reply. {Yes. I know it's overused and it annoys me too. But I was just gonna put it in there for the heck of it, considering people apparently enjoy overused comparisons.} A voice called from seemingly nowhere. {That doesn't mean you can start insulting me and calling me a badger, though.}

"But you wrote it!" Romano raged on. "And don't effing call me Roma-chan, idiota."

{FOURTH WALL ROMANO!} The author screamed (telepathied?) back at the nation. {FOURTH. FREAKING. WALL. Honestly, why do you guys not grasp the concept here; is it really that hard to understand? All you gotta' do is stop putting it at risk and I won't go all freak-out-drill-sergeant-ninja-pirate-moose on your sorry butt!}

"It's 'all you've got to do', Ninja." Said Britain correcting her grammar. "And moose didn't even make sense, considering last time I checked you were not of the species." He said. Getting sassy with the author, much?

{You guys are seriously hissing me off. Just get on with the clucking story, already and stop endangering the fourth wall.} Said the author tiredly. {And what do you know about me, Iggy? You're just a stupid, stuffy old British dude with a Queen and crappy food…} She mumbled on in her own rant against the pesky characters. Poor author. But, like she requested, we shall get on with our story. Oh, and remember, Icey's all blushy right now.

"Lukhas, would you please stop being embarrassing?" Iceland asked calmly, trying his best to keep what little composure he had left. "I just want to go somewhere without you saying 'big brother' every five minutes! It is the getting on my nerves!" Said the island country. Finally turning his attention to me, he stuck out his hand in request of mine. "Hi, I'm Iceland. But you can call me Emil, if you'd like" Emil said in a voice that told me that he was still hiding his embarrassment. "It's nice to meet you"

Well didn't I feel like a jerk, now? This poor guy has an over-bearing brother complex and I just made it worse by rubbing in his face by giggling. Dang, I think I get the scumbag of the day award. (You lost da gaaaame XD) "Nice to meet you Emil, I'm Indie" I said grasping his hand firmly. "I'm sorry for giggling at you, I really wasn't trying to offend, but you guys just reminded me of the way my big sister and I are sometimes." I said giving him a knowing look. He looked a little surprised at first, but then smiled kindly and let out a light laugh.

"Crazy sometimes, aren't they?" Emil asked in a soft voice. I didn't see it before, but he had shocking snowy hair; which kinda fits his name, if you think about it. And it looked even brighter with his deep reddish-brown jacket there in contrast. The most surprising of all, however, was how I hadn't yet noticed that he had a puffin, just chillaxing on his shoulder… A. Puffin.

"Did you need to ask?" I replied smiling and trying my best not to stare at his little companion. Luckily, he didn't notice, to which I was glad. He didn't see how ridiculously rude I was being.

"Oh, you have a sister? How nice." I barely heard someone say behind me all of a sudden. I turned in the direction that the voice should be, and eventually saw a young man already sitting in his chair at the table. He looked a lot like America and had a little polar bear in his arms. Where do these guys get their pets? Wait, did I introduce myself to him yet? Oh well, it can't hurt to do it now, right? I walked over to where the man was sitting with the intention of greeting him, yet I found myself not knowing what to say.

"Um, yes, well, thank you" I said finding my voice. He sort of seemed shocked and then embarrassed that I heard him, which was confusing, but then it hit me. Canadia. He was used to people not noticing him and thought he could say anything he wanted without fear of anyone caring. Poor guy. I gave him a reassuring smile and continued. "She's actually pretty cool, just a little on the annoying side sometimes." I said, stretching out my hand while I did. "Indie. You're Canada, right?" I asked, trying my best to make the mood light again. He was now shocked for the second time today at the fact that, not only did I notice him, but I knew who he was.

"Y-you know who I am? I mean, y-yes I'm Canada; but you can call me Matthew if you prefer." Said the North-American country in his whispery, shy voice. His question made my smile bigger, and I couldn't help it, my 'American' slipped through.

"Yes, I know who you are! Do I get a cookie, now?" I asked the seated nation. I was a little worried that I confused him at first, but he merely smiled.

"I don't know about cookies, but I could make pancakes." Matthew said, keeping up with my little game. Little did he know, I loved any excuse to have maple syrup; considering that ever since I moved to the south, it was stupidly difficult to get a hold of the real thing.

"Oh my goodness, could you?!" I nearly screeched at the poor, unsuspecting nation. He was a little shocked at first (surprise, surprise) but soon gave me a genuine smile that lit up his face. "Would you like me too?" The nation asked, a playful glint in his eye.

"If you wouldn't mind, then after the meeting I would love some!" I replied enthusiastically. "It's not every day you get the most breakfast capable country himself to make you pancakes." I winked, and Matthew laughed back at my childish behavior.

"Hey! Mattie! As soon as you're done flirting with my citizen, we can get the meeting started!" Shouted Alfred from the other side of the table. This comment made Canada blush, and I glared. But still, he had a point; we did need to get started sometime. And, on that note…

Let the meeting begin.

AN:

Thanks so much for reading, guys! It took me forever to finish this and I'm happy with the first chapter ^_^

I know it was a little on the rushed side, but there were soooo many characters to introduce! I'm sorry -_-; Next chapter will be legit though, so don't worry!

Okay! On another note. Most of the foreign words I used in here were of my own knowledge, but some of it was google translate, so mi dispiace. Anyway, I figured I would put in translations, just in case ^_^

Hajime wa Carter Indie desu. Yoroshiku onegai shimasu= It's nice to meet you. I'm Indie Carter. I will respect you, so please respect me back. (Okay this last one is a rough translation, but yoroshiku onegai shimasu is basically just something really respectful to say when you first meet someone)

Hajime mashite, Carter-san. Watashi wa Honda Kiku desu. Shikashi, watashi ni denwa shite kudasai Nihon.= It's nice to meet you, miss Carter. I'm Kiku Honda. But, please call me Japan.

Soka= I see

Arigatou= Thank you.

Ja= Yes.

Bella Ragazza= Beautiful girl.

Non= No.

Fraulein= Young girl.

Schatz= Treasure (German term of endearment)

Dios Mio= My God

Mi dispiace, Signora= I'm sorry, Miss.

Lillebror= Little brother.

Please review! It would mean the world to me! KTHANXBAI.