Today was just another day for the nations. The Axis Powers were doing their usual training, which consisted of Italy fooling around, Germany yelling at him, and Japan being quiet. The Allies were having a standard meeting as well, which meant that everyone got there early except France, who would always be the last one to arrive even though he had the key to their conference room. (He preferred the term fashionably late.)
The Allies quickly sat down at their usually table in Conference Room A at 9:00 am. Everyone wanted to get the meeting over as soon as possible. "Ok everyone, let's get started so we can all get out of here." stated England "And may I remind everyone that there is a no-touching policy." England glared at France. France was too busy admiring his own beauty to notice. "Hold on." said Russia. "We are missing someone, da?" England shook his head. "Yes, I know America's not here. But if that bloody idiot wants to sleep in and miss the meeting that's fine by me! That way we can finally get something done." "Good enough for me, aru." said China. Thus began the Allies' meeting.
America was in fact, sleeping in... until he noticed how cold his room suddenly got. However, he was too lazy to get up and turn off the AC, so he just ducked under the covers and kept on snoozing.
A few hours later, at about 9:00 am, he woke up to Tony violently shaking him so he could get out of bed. "Calm down, Tony-dude! Where's the fire at?" said America as he popped his head from under his bed sheets. America paused and looked around, and noticed that he wasn't in his room anymore. Everything was white around him, and he could feel his ass freezing off. He reached for his night stand and put on his glasses. Now he could see that he was surrounded by snow. "Dude! We're in like the freakin' middle of no where!"
"I totally think this is Russia's fault, dude. I never trusted that creepy guy." said America as he hid under his bed. "B**** F***!" said Tony (Translated to: "This has to be the Limey's doing.") "Nah, man. Why would he mess with me like that?" said America. Then America thought about it...Artie had a motive, the creepy black magic powers to do it...it all made sense. "I'm totally gonna kill him! Wait 'till I get my hands on you, Britain!" the nation yelled.
England was satisfied that he was able to get some progress in the battle plans. He also found joy in the fact that his black magic was able to send America to Antartica. "Maybe I'll bring him back after lunch." thought England as he took a sip or his afternoon tea. "Or tomorrow. I think he could use the time off."