This is my first time writing for hetalia ^.^ soooo this came from a conversion I was having with a friend ^.^
Disclaimer Stuff - I don't own hetalia!
Have fun and sorry if it still has mistakes! I read it through and corrected what i though was wrong so there might still be mistakes ^.^
It was a mild day in London on the morning of the world conference. The location was suddenly changed after England couldn't remember where the conference was being held. After phoning a few other nations, in other words America (after five hours), Japan, and, after being shouted at by his boss, France, he discovered that nobody else could remember either. France did but England didn't really pay attention. England, then, rang up every country declaring that meeting will be held in London, much to the dismay of everyone else.
The curtains were currently drawn over the windows; the room was empty apart from a large wooden table; many chairs; a blond man setting up a video camera in the corner with a bear; and a large screen set up for projections.
"Alright Kumakiki, now we can start our revenge plan on England!" the man checked the camera. "They will see my wrath for forgetting me!" After performing final checks, he silently creped out the room to check on his other preparations.
A few hours later, nations started filing in, some carrying cases full of important information while others were tired from long, last minute flights. The first person to enter was England. He went around the table, checking chairs were in place and distributing glasses full of water to each place. He, then, opened the curtains, missed the carefully placed benches, turned on the projector and sat down. He missed the camera in the corner as his back was turned while he was making the room look nice so he won't have more people on his back for being untidy.
The meeting started with England giving some opening speech and then talking about his problems and stuff like that. Some countries tuned out immediately. One of which was Russia. He absentmindedly glanced out the window and, much to his surprise, there were girls on some oddly placed benches. Russia waved to them. Some of the girls screamed, others fainted on the spot. The ones that were awake waved back furiously.
"What the bloody hell was that? I think I heard screaming!"
"Mon cher, I think you might be imagining it. The stress is getting to you." France went over to England and placed an arm across his back to his shoulder. England threw the offending arm off and gave an angry glare to France.
"Russia? Who are waving at, aru?"
"The girls over there, da" Russia pointed to the unconscious fangirls lying in a pile on the wooden benches. China looked over to the girls just as they were waking up. They saw both China and Russia looking to them and screaming could be almost immediately afterwards.
"Mon Dieu! Nobody told me that wonderful ladies were outside!" France ran to the window "Bonjour, my lovelies!" He blew kisses through the windows where the girls sat. The rabid fans grabbed at the air hopelessly trying to catch the pretend kisses.
England rushed forward and grabbed his ear. "Sit down you wanker, we still have a meeting to attend to!" The confusing events carried on throughout the meeting as the nations tried to get on with things and ignore the strange occurrences and random girls outside the safe confidents of the meeting room. No work was done, as normal. Of course, in the corner, Canada was sitting by his camera while smirking mischievously at his work.