"AH SHIT! GET YOUR TOWELS READY! IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN! EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HIT THE FUCKIN' DECK! BUT STAY ON YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN' TOES! WE RUNNIN' THIS! LETS GO!"
All heads turned to the nation standing in the doorway. America, go figure.
He strolled into the room looking smug, all eyes on him. "I'm on a boat! I'm on a boat! Everybody look at me, 'casue I'm sailing on a boat!"
Seemingly oblivious to the disruption he was causing, he took his seat, still singing. "I'm on a boat! I'm on a boat! Take a good hard look at the MOTHER FUCKIN' BOAT!"
It was only after several attempts to tell him to shut up, spearheaded by an angry Germany, and a now depressed Switzerland, that they noticed the iPod. Prussia was the first to spot it, jumping on top and over the table to sit by Alfred (on top of an annoyed France). "Dude! Don't hog it! Toss me an ear!"
He pulled one of the earbuds out of Alfred's ear and stuck it in his own. Alfred looked over, startled, to see who was sharing his music with him. Recovering quickly, he resumed singing.
Everyone in the room was equally surprised when Gilbert began singing along.
"I GOT MY SWIM TRUNKS! AND MY FLIPPY-FLOPPIES!"
Needless to say, it was one of the least successful meetings they'd ever had, and there where still five days to go.