"To kick off this meeting, I feel that my usual plan of creating a giant hero to protect the Earth should go into effect ASAP!"

"America, two things..." a British voice sighed. "One, please don't speak in acronyms. And two, you bring this up every meeting! Can't you talk about anything else? Something new?!"

Soon, the two voices started bickering. A Frenchman spoke up,
"Instead of you two constantly fighting, why not show your love for each other?"

The two previous voices quickly allowed the third to join their bickering session. Elsewhere, three men sat trembling, ignoring the scarved man sitting next to them, who was smiling calmly. Farther down the table, a blond-haired, green-eyed man covered the ears of a girl with the same hairstyle, except she had a purple ribbon in her hair.

"Big brother? Why are you covering my ears?" she asked innocently.

"You don't need to be hearing what those people are saying," her brother replied, trying to ignore all the fun words being exchanged between the first three men who were mentioned. And not too far away, another man, with a double curl on the top of his head, was leaning back in his seat, snoozing through it all. Suddenly:

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"

And that's exactly what everyone did. A few muttered, "Germany..." but otherwise nothing could be heard. They waited for his lecture... which never came. Instead, the blue-eyed, slicked back blond-haired man stated, "This meeting, Cuba has an important report to give, so could everyone please give their undivided attention to Cuba?"

A burly man with a red button down shirt stood, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

"Hello, I'm Cuba..." he started, stating the obvious. "I have come with some concerns of South America that could potentially spread to all of you if not dealt with soon."

A person with a hair curl on his left raised his hand nervously. "What is this... danger..?" he asked with worry dripping in every word.

"Cannibalistic puppies."

Everyone gasped. Then, the urgent muttering to one another. And finally the panic filled shrieks (even though the majority of the people at the meeting are guys).

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN, CUBA STILL NEEDS TO FINISH!" Germany bellowed. Once again, everyone shut up. But they kept their gaze on Cuba.

"So now we need to figure out how to solve this problem. I've talked to my boss, and he suggested violence," Cuba continued.

Some nodded, thinking about what Cuba just announced, while others wore looks of confusion upon their faces.

Once again, the left-curl raised his hand.

"Who's gonna figure this out?" he asked, a more noticeable Italian accent present. Few people murmured in agreement with him.

"We need someone who is strong, someone who is good with violence," Cuba declared. The trembling man sitting closest to the scarved man raised a sweaty-from-being-nervous hand slowly. "I th-think th-that-" he stuttered, but was cut off by a loud shout.

"GERMANY!"

Of course, it was the Italian. Germany sighed,

"Ja, vhat is it now, Italy?"

"No, I was nominating you!" Italy exclaimed matter-of-factly.

"Me? Really?!" Germany sounded surprised.

"Uh-huh," Italy nodded.

"Anyone else think they can do it?" Cuba demanded.

The nervous man lowered a trembling hand. However, the scarved man next to him abruptly stood up. The other two clearly nervous men groaned, "Oh no..." in unison.

"Da, I thinking I have potential for job," a strong Russian accent declared. He pulled out a faucet pipe and a pick ax and held them both with an innocent grin.

"Ah... maybe you're a bit... too good for the job... maybe..." Cuba said.

"Oh, okay then!" the Russian sat back down.

Then a man with glasses and an aviator coat jumped up.

"Dudes! You should totally let me, the hero, deal with this one!" America declared loudly.

"Of course you would say that..." sighed the Englishman.

"England, you always disagree with me!" America whined.

"That's because your bloody ideas are stupid as Hell!" England swore.

"Quit your lovers' spat~" the Frenchie sang.

"YOU SHUT UP!" America and England yelled at the same time. Soon the three went back to their bickering session.

Everyone else either sighed, facepalmed, or both.

"So, Germany, you are in charge of dealing with the problem on hand," Cuba decided, ignoring the fight going on a few feet away.

"I guess so, since no one else vill. I'll vork alone so no one gets hurt, since after all, I am supposed to do this violently," Germany responded. Anyone who was still paying attention nodded in approval.

So, a lot more stuff happened, mostly arguments from America, England, and France, but a few minor discussions were made, then the meeting finally came to an end. The people, or countries, as you should now know, dispersed.