A Convention's Dream
{A/N: Welcome! This is a dream I had that I'm writing third person as a short. Yes I mean all the countries here to be real and not costumed convention-goers(sp). Also, this is not a short where you send in questions and I answer them letter-style, as that would be an affront to the rules of this site. However, if you send in questions, I might incorporate them into the story at some point. Please read and review and remember: I own nothing!}
The nations entered the panel one by one, each announced and consequently dismissed by America and his co-host France. China sat between Japan and Switzerland with Lichtenstein and Austria, who sat by Russia (who brought up one end with Belarus). Japan sat by Prussia and Germany who sat by an empty chair (which would soon be filled to complete the Axis powers) next to the Roman Empire, Spain, England, Greece, and some others (including a rather excited Sealand, who had originally planned to come incognito but now wore his usual attire and held many "I heart Sealand" tee-shirts which would sell out by end of the hour).
The last to arrive was naturally Italy. The short and happy Italian came bounding in after America's mention; "Now I know all of you know who this guy is (although he's still totally not as cool as me)." And the first thing he did was to hug everyone on the side of the rows, then he gracefully skipped to take his seat – right on Germany's right knee, much to the country's dismay and the cheering of the audience. Prussia snickered and France gave a big thumb's up. Finally it was time for America to clear his throat and start the panel.
"Hey dudes! This is like, our super-duper-awesome national meeting, and you're all completely invited and welcome and stuff! Except France, Sealand, and Russia. Who invited them?"
The audience laughed as France scoffed, Sealand gave an outraged "Hey!" and Russia shrugged his shoulders. Belarus shouted a possessive "I want him here!" as she hugged Russia's arm (resulting in his complaint about the seating arrangements as he attempted escape). Meanwhile Germany was trying to push Italy off of him but failed and some unnamed country with a polar bear calmed the unofficial Sealand down.
France nudged America out of the way easily and pushed a flower to his nose, hand on hip, one eye looking him over while the other stayed characteristically closed. "Ohoho, my Amaircan ami, I'm zinking it is you who is not wanted 'ere. Should you not be at a McDonalds' somewheres eating disgusting American food instead?"
"There's one right across the street!" Someone in the audience helpfully shouted. America sighed, pulled out a McDonalds' bag from the side of the room, and grinned, causing the Frenchman to scowl.
"Amairican pig," he murmured. The audience laughed. America again called order as France went to bother Austria.
"So guys, listen up!" America put the McDonalds' bag away after taking out a hamburger. "This meeting we've decided to do something new. Ya'll are gonna ask us questions, and we're going to answer! It's a special opportunity so be chill and ask away. But mostly ask me, 'cause I'm America and I'm the most interesting one here and everyone else is lame. Oh, and France is helping me out, so he'll call on you too I guess." France didn't respond.
As soon as America finished, Prussia stood up and raised his hand a little. "Hey, before we start, I want to have a little competition." The room quieted. "Who here thinks America's better than me?" One or two people clapped in the back. Maybe oblivious parents dragged in by their kids. Prussia smiled and pointed at himself. "So I'm the awesomest guy here, right?" The room exploded with cheers, claps, and shout-outs. Prussia bowed with some excessive "Thank you" 's. Germany put an exaggerated hand to his head, Italy clapped along enthusiastically and gave Prussia a hug, the Roman Empire raised an amused eyebrow, Russia uttered some curses as Belarus attacked him again saying she found him more awesome, Sealand pouted but remained subdued by Canada; and Japan, England and Austria just looked bored.
{A/N}: Panel to officially start in next chapter which will upload shortly. Sorry I can't write the Italian/Japanese/ect accents, but I'll try to slip more random Italian/ect words in for later chapters and countries (like what I did for France). I also take German so I'll work on that when it comes up. Please read, enjoy, review, have fun! (Also, this is sorta German/Italia, but I hate stories and writing stories that seem off-canon, so I'll work on making it seem real). Also, I take some inspiration for this from some Youtube videos I found taken from an "Ask the Nations!" panel a few years back. I haven't used any questions or reactions from them yet but will re-look up the videos and credit them if I do so later.