Helloooo~

I thought that Mongolia was so underappreciated and that there are waaay few fics with him, and most of all, they are always about a few characters, like China, Russia, or Turkey. So I thought why not make a fic in which the guy tries to interact with many other nations?

Well, I know this is not the most original idea, and it has been recycled many times, but I just really really really would to just... make him interact with some others!

So yeah, here goes!

Oh, disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.

Mongolia sighed as he buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Yet another world meeting with influential countries babbling on and on, without paying heed to the less influential ones.

Not that he cared all that much anyway. His rowdy days were over, he felt too old to be walking around trying to increase his influence anymore. He was fine the way he was, unnoticed by most, quietly trying to figure things out by himself.

Or so he thought, up until not so long ago.

"No, that's ridiculous." He whispered to himself, but became quiet again when Turkey, who was sitting next to him, turned to look at him.

"What is it Mongolia? You seem even quieter than usual today. Come on; open up that mouth of yours!" He laughed loudly and patted Mongolia on the back.

Mongolia smiled at his childhood friend but then glared at him. 'Don't draw all this attention to me!' That was what he wanted to say, but he knew that Turkey would only get louder if he said it.

Turkey did not seem to have noticed the change in his friend's expression and winked before paying attention to the happenings in the meeting.

Rubbing his temples, Mongolia wondered if he should sit with other nations next time. He always preferred to sit near countries he knew well, and since China and Russia were quite involved in these meetings, he had decided that sitting with Turkey should be fine. They knew each other for really long after all. But somehow he felt as if he still was not in a calm enough environment. Why was he so anxious? He must be getting old.

Once the meeting was declared over, he waited for some time for most nations to leave. He didn't like being around crowds of people anymore. Perhaps it was due to the long time he spent isolated with China and Russia.

Thinking of those times made him cringe a little.

Just as he was about to stand up and leave, a familiar, warm hand pushed him back onto his seat. "We need to talk."

It was Turkey. Had he noticed Mongolia's glare? What did he want to talk about? Mongolia raised a brow and leaned back in his chair. "Sounding awfully serious. What is it?"

Turkey removed his mask and rubbed his eyes. "Well, that's what I would like to ask you. You seem strange lately." He looked up with a serious expression.

Mongolia shrugged and laughed. "What do you mean by that? I am perfectly fine."

"No, you are not. I don't know if it is because of… those two or if it is something else, but you seem completely different than what you were like when you were young! Where is all your energy!?" Turkey looked genuinely worried, and an almost childish expression had appeared on his face. "Now you are avoidant and boring and don't talk to others anymore." He pouted slightly and Mongolia had to laugh a little.

"You look just like back then… when we were still dumb teenagers… and you would make this stupid pouty face whenever we failed at something." He smiled and put a hand on Turkey's shoulder. "Well, let's just say I am tired and I have retired. I feel too old anyway." Removing his hand from Turkey's shoulder, he stood up and was about to leave, when he was pulled back once again.

Turkey was looking suspiciously cheerful all of a sudden. Furrowing his brows, Mongolia tried to wriggle his wrists out of Turkey's hands, to no luck. "Wh-what's with that expression?!" Coming closer, grinning widely, Turkey brought his lips to the other's ear, and whispered huskily.

"Perhaps a kiss might revive memories from our youth?"

A slight shudder ran through the braided nation's body as he heard those words and stiffened in shock. Before he could even comprehend what was being said, Turkey giggled and sighed sadly before putting a hand on his friend's head.

"I just wish you would be more open. More cheerful. The way you used to be." He mumbled before letting Mongolia's wrists loose and leaving the room.

After standing shocked in the same spot for a few moments, Mongolia decided to rush home as quickly as possible.

Really quickly.

And hopefully never leave home again.

A whole month had passed since the incident.

After many nights of alternating between not wanting to ever talk to anyone again and wanting to get out and explore the whole world, he had come to a decision.

Turkey was right, he could not become lame just like that. Even his horses agreed.

"It is time to get my game back. It is time to become social again." He mumbled to one of the several hundred horses that were surrounding him. It nudged him in response.

"I assume you are agreeing with me." He softly touched the horse's head and nodded to himself.

"I guess I have to attend the next world meeting then." The next world meeting…

Turkey.

He did not want to sit next to him anymore. What could he do? He felt way too awkward even thinking about him.

"In the name of my ancestors, I am not a teenage boy, what is wrong with me?!"

He was knocked over by the horse, which was scared of his loud voice.

"Ouch…"

Since he could not sit next to Turkey anymore, it had to be someone else. Anyone, really, since he decided he wanted to be more social. Anyone except for China or Russia, that is.

Holding his somewhat painful head, he headed into his house and turned his computer on, and decided to use a random number generator to decide who he should try sitting next to.

His number was 20.

The twentieth country on his list was…

Denmark.

"Shit."

Welp, looks like someone will have to prepare himself mentally for the next meeting.

Thanks for reading, and I would appreciate reviews.

-samtheshizzle