December 13, 2016 - New York City, New York
The clouds hung in the sky that day and the rain drizzled down in large waves, wavering threateningly between snow and sleet. Lightning that cracked in the sky split the reflection that mirrored the chaos of the howling storm. Under any normal circumstances, the United Nations Headquarters would be empty due to the monster storm that seemed to shake the foundation of the building with every lightning crash that ripped the sky; the halls would be hollow, the lights off, and an eerie silence would echo through muted dark, but this was not a normal day.
In fact, today, the second Tuesday of December, was extremely special in its own right. Today, each member of the G8 met in union to discuss world topics, one of many meetings that could not be postponed or canceled under any circumstances, excluding all-out war; a rule set in motion after a certain pissed off Russian host decided to continually change the meeting date so that he could persuade (brainwash) the seven other G8 countries to 'become one with him'. Of course, Amelia F. Jones – America herself - knew that, before the end, the meeting would dissolve into an unorganized brawl amongst most nations – she herself would probably have a good go at a certain Russian that may, or may not, have been mentioned previously.
So, instead of being in bed sleeping – an activity she normally enjoyed at eleven in the morning - the young girl walked through the halls – with her LED red, white, and blue sunglasses casting faint glows on the dark walls as she passed by. Thanks to the storm, her tan military uniform was soaked a sickly cardboard brown and a small squish could be heard from her combat boots with every step she took; her normal wheat blonde hair had turned a deep brown and had been whipped out of her French braid and clung to her face in small wisps.
The abnormally tall country stopped outside of a meeting room, sitting at the heart of the building, and entered. The room was huge and brightly lit, a harsh contrast to the hallway outside; replacing the normally large, circle table – was a slightly smaller oval table and, instead of the one-hundred and ninety-three[1] seats, ten sat along the tables edges. Amelia gave a small sigh at the identical flags that sat next to each other – two German, two Italian. The G8 had given up long ago on trying to keep Prussia and Romano out of the meetings. Her sky-blue eyes continued to drag across the room, looking at each individual flag and empty seat until her eyes came to rest on two flags, one with a bright red maple leaf in the center and the other with three thick blue, white, and red stripes running vertical to each other, and the two people who sat behind them.
Madeline Williams – the national personification of Canada – sat quietly with her hands in her lap, listening intently on whatever perverted thing Francis Bonnefoy – France – was saying to her. Madeline's dry, dirty blonde hair fell over her shoulder's in large, lazy curls and her violet eyes studied the Frenchman, as if trying to tell whether or not she should censor whatever he was saying out of her mind. Francis, however, was babbling something in French and was waving his arms around dramatically – as if to emphasize whatever French thing he was talking about.
A small smirk quirked up on the girl's lips as a warmth bubbled inside her chest. She took a deep breath, screamed "MATTIE!", and charged at her twin. Before either the Frenchman or the Canadian could react, her arms were around Madeline's neck in a giant, wet bear hug and both girls fell onto the floor with Canada on the bottom.
"H-hey Amelia," the Canadian stammered in a small, quiet voice, still recovering from her sister's weight on top of her.
"HIYA!" Amelia Jones bubbled, a wide, Hollywood grin spreading across her face.
"Amerique," Francis finally spoke up in his thick accent, seeming to recover from the American's surprise entrance, "I think you are suffocating her."
Amelia reluctantly rolled off of the Canadian just as Francis' phone began to ring. Immediately, both North American sister's recognized the tune, but neither were surprised that France's ring tone was 'I'm Sexy and I Know It.'
Francis flipped out his phone, brushing a stray blonde curl out of his crystal-blue eyes. It wasn't two seconds after listening when a coy, rather troubling smile, cracked across the Frenchman's face, "Ah! Angleterre! We were beginning to worry about you!"
Amelia let out a large groan at the mention of England and rolled onto her back, giving one last final huff as she stared up at the ceiling, her light up sunglasses still blinking between red, white, and blue. Madeline stood shakily and sat back down in her seat; the Canadian took to poking her southern sister with her boot and swiveling in her rolling chair (which Amelia loved to point out, was her idea) while Francis paused, listened to the always angry Englishman on the other end of the line.
Finally, Amelia looked up at Francis, "Dude, what's wrong with the Brit? He's always at least half-an-hour early, because he's got a stick too far up his butt to do otherwise."
As Francis hung up, Madeline rolled her eyes – she never understood the bitterness between the two English speaking nations; in fact, she knew for a fact the America and England had been extremely close during her colonial days. She thought that after nearly two-hundred and fifty years of separation, the two would at least tolerate each other.
"It seems our little English friend has been caught up in traffic. Something about a Halloween party."
The twins looked at the elder nation in confusion. "It's December."
The Frenchman shrugged as he put his phone on the table with a small clink. The twin sisters looked at each other and wondered what in the world could be keeping England from being his ever proper 'Thirty-Minutes Early' schedule.
Just then, the rest of the G8 nations decided to start filing in.
[1] The United Nations is, officially, made up of 193 countries. This meeting room is normally set up for World Meetings being held in the United States.
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