"Ve~Antarctica!" The confused country turned around, ice-pick slung over her shoulder.
"Huh?" She asked softly, seeing Italy running towards her. "Hello Italy." She smiled, pulling her hood down. Her ice-pick hit the ground with a thud as she held her arms open. The hyper Italian Country hugged her tightly.
"Ve~ Bella, what are you-a doing up so early?" He asked. She giggled a bit as he pulled back.
"I'm going to an ice-cave with a friend." She said softly. "It's like an underwater cave, but with frozen ice." She smiled, bending down to pick up her ice-pick.
"Oh really? Who are-a you going with?" He smiled.
"R-Russia..."
"America?" The young Antarctica knocked on her friend's bedroom door. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" She sang. The door cracked open, and America gazed out.
"Sorry Anti, I'm a bit busy." He said. "Go ask someone else." He closed the door and Antarctica sniffed.
"Okay, bye." The short light blond haired country ran down the hall, stopping at the next door. She knocked.
"France? Do you wanna build a snowman?" She sang. There was no answer. She pouted. "Okay, bye." She ran again. The next door she came upon, she had to pause, Then she knocked. "England?" She sang, then sighed. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
An older Antarctica tied her now dirty blond hair into a pony tail, and pulled it tight.
"Antarctica?" She turned to the door where a young Verdan stood. She smiled.
"Hello Castle." She used the young Country's human name. Verdan walked over quickly, and held her arms up. Antarctica pulled her up into her arms. "What's wrong Cassie?" She asked, sitting on her bed.
"Romano pulled-a at my hair again." Antarctica kissed the top of Verdan's head.
"It's okay. He's just not so happy about another Italian Country." She said, running her finger through the young girl's hair.
"Why?"
"Because he's already shadowed by his younger brother, so he's a bit worried he won't get any attention from his Grandpa now." Antarctica explained.
"But, I give-a him attention. I once tried-a to give him a daisy, and he-a ignored me." Castle pouted.
"It's okay Cassie. He'll get used to you."
Antarctica turned to the meeting room door where a few countries were entering. She had just sat her bag onto her seat.
Dressed in her usual Eskimo garb, she lowered her hood, and moved her goggles to rest on her forehead.
"Hello." She said to America.
"Hey Antarctica!" He said, waving. Antarctica took her bag from her seat, and sat down. Bob, her penguin companion was nowhere to be seen.
Once the meeting started, Antarctica sighed as England and France began to fight. Then she heard France make a bad PMS joke.
"Hey!" She snapped at him. He looked at her. "PMS jokes are not funny." She smirked. "Period."
"Hey Germany!" Antarctica ran up to the tall country.
"Vat is it Antarctica?" He asked. She smiled.
"You know German Sausage?" She asked. He nodded. "It's the Wrust."
"Okay, tell us a joke. Or a pun." America turned to Antarctica. She smirked.
"Okay. A Dyslexic man walked into a bra."
"Stop-a with the puns!" Romano exclaimed, turning to the laughing Antarctica.
"Yeah. You're puns are like broken pencils." Verdan smirked. "They're pointless."
"ENOUGH WITH YOUR DAMN PUNS!" Germany exclaimed and Antarctica closed her mouth. Then she huffed.
"You're the Wrust."