All hell had broken out. Usually, it was normal for a meeting to be like this; countries climbing on top of each other, shouting in their native language; but it still wasn't normal.
"Look, just because you're the quieter, more controlled me, does not mean that I'm acting like a baka!" Japan wanted to roll his eyes at- well- himself, but he kept his emotionless mask. Who could be stupid enough to cause this?
"Everybody shut up!" Absolute silence. Japan mentally thanked Germany. "We must discuss a way to fix this! And you, stop slacking off!" He pointed at a rather lazy German who slumped back in his chair.
"I officially blame L'Angleterre! My other self isn't even gorgeous!"
"How could you worry about fashion in a situation like this? L'bou!"
"You westerners are so immature, ~aru! Keep on topic!"
"I think that you are the immature one, ~aru."
"Don't say that to my comrade. You might as well be talking about yourself, ~da?"
"For once, I can agree with somebody; and it's myself."
"Would you dearies calm down? Here, would you all like some cupcakes?" An exuberant Englishman offered a tray of suspicious, but scrumptious looking pastries.
"Dude, I don't care if it's you or Britain but I would never eat anything you make. You suck at cooking!"
A brown-haired American knocked the tray out of the jolly Englishman's hand. "It's more of like he poisons it rather than bad cooking skills."
"Hey! America, if I'm such a bad cook, then why did you used to eat it?"
"Why don't we all quiet down," the sound of a blade leaving its sheath, "my katana is getting rather peckish." The threatening Japanese man smirked, pointing his weapon at Italy, who shrieked out for Germany while his counterpart rubbed his temples.
"Now, hold on; we don't need to escalate to violence. We will come up with a way to you back, but you must remain calm."
