The meeting hall was full, everyone was there. Turkey, The Baltics, The Nordics, Greece, every country you could think of. The usual going on amongst them.
France, England, and America were fighting. Greece was sleeping. Italy was talking about Pasta, Ivan was trying to get everyone to become one with him. The Baltics were shaking. It was a typical day for a UN meeting.
Until a loud laugh rang out, much louder than everyone in the room. Everyone turned to look, and of course, Denmark was the one laughing. He always did that. It wasn't any surprise. What was, is that he stood up, obviously needing to say something. "Look at us! Gossping like old women! HA! This is just like our first day at school, no?" he pointed out.
The room was silent for a moment, until Russia spoke up. "Da, Denmark, but that was also the day you started to cry because your brothers wouldn't play with you. So I came and played with you, da?" he said with that innocent smile of his.
Denmark waved his hand as if to dismiss that statement, but he was blushing furiously. "Oh please, I would never do that," he said quietly. Russia only chuckled, rolling his eyes a bit. Denmark shrugged. "So? That was also the day England started a fight with France," he said quietly. England shouted something, France yelled something back. America joined in, and eventually other countries did to.
Denmark rolled his eyes, but someone punched him, so he also joined in the fight. Everyone was yelling, or hitting someone else. Except for Greece. He was still asleep.
Thus, Chaos insued.