Chapter One- A Reunion

I was in my house drinking tea, the cool winter wind blowing in through the open window, snowflakes softly falling onto the rug. I was drifting in and out of sleep, thinking about what is to come today, what the world meeting would be like. I didn't know who to expect to be there or what the other countries would be like. I ignorantly looked at the clock then booked it up the stairs, sending the chair flying onto the floor, "SHIT! THE MEETING STARTS IN TEN MINUTES!" I furiously put on my jeans and a navy blue 3/4 sleeve shirt and stumbled down the stairs, my shoe laces untied.

At the meeting -

I ran through the doors and immediately ran into a couple people, all three of us falling over. "I am so sorry!" I looked up to see a pair of emerald eyes and purple eyes staring into my own. "Britain, Russia!" I hugged them tightly. "It has been a while hasn't it, Emily?" "You are thinking of joining me, DA?" They both are my childhood friends, and we consider each other family, for we look out for each other. We got up, only for me to find a crying Italy around my waist.

Romano came running after him, red-faced and shaking with anger. "THAT BASTARD ATE ALL OF MY PASTA!" I turned to him and caught his face in my hand,"LET ME GO! I AM GOING TO KICK HIS ASS!" "That wouldn't be very wise since me here now would it Romano?" He stiffened. "Emily?! What are you doing here country want to be?!" I let his face free and there was both an angered and feared glint in his eyes. "What did he do this time?" "THAT BASTARD STOLE MY PASTA!" "Emily, you-" " DON'T INTERRUPT EYEBROW BASTARD!" I grabbed his wrist hard, making him wince.

Spain looked over and chuckled a little. "Italy did you take his pasta?" He nodded reluctantly and I pat his head. "Don't do it again." Romano quickly and angrily walked off, Italy running off towards Germany and Japan. "You have gotten strong Emily! Still, you are going to join me, DA?" I looked at him, his gaze averting my own. " We should get to the meeting now, should we not?" Britain asked, "It is great to see you again but we must attend to our duties first." I nodded and followed him and Russia in; it was good to finally be back.

It was a madhouse in the meeting- everyone was fighting and fooling around, unlike Italy who made even more white flags. I was with Britain arguing with him and France. Arthur had a hold of Francis' neck who had a firm grip on Britain's hair, and I was on top of France punching his arms. A booming voice stopped everything, the room going silent, "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" "Germany!" Britain, France, and I said. "WE ARE HERE TO SOLVE THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS NOT FIGHT ABOUT OUR PROBLEMS FROM THE PAST! NOW WE WILL GO BY MY RULES! EIGHT MINUTES OF TALKING FOR EVERYONE NO MORE NO LESS AND YOU MUST RAISE YOUR HAND!"

The room was dead silent. Everyone sat in their chairs, mine being next to Britain, and France, being his perverted self, blew a kiss towards me, earning a response of glares around the room. I sat with my chin on one hand, my arm leaning on the table, and flipped him off. He simply chuckled until he saw the look in Britain's eyes; he had always been very protective over me and it never changed one bit. If anything, in fact, he is now even more protective now that I am slowly growing up. Germany scolded France when he saw how he was flirting and Russia looked at me as if to say,"let me know if he bothers you and I shall get my pick ax."

As the meeting progressed, so did my hate for France. When it was my time to speak, instead of addressing issues such as foreign affairs or healthcare I ended up suggesting we get rid of one of the countries. At first, everyone's attitude was very gloomy which wasn't wasn't helped when Italy said there should be white flag businesses, so, there was then the scolding of Germany on Italy. I felt somewhat bad for Italy, he was like a child.

The worst speech, however, was America's. (with his fist slamming onto the table) "fhwkdjfbejfogoepaidhfhejskap spskansbbcidorifhbqbsbsklapd jfbfhsosojgbtheocir!" "WILL YOU STOP EATING ALL THAT JUNK FOOD YOU BLOODY GIT!" "Sure, I'll stop eating this absurd amount of hamburgers so you can concentrate. Slurp-good guys-slurp-bad guys-slurp-allies- and I'm the hero!" I looked away with an annoyed smirk, "oh shut up already."

As the meeting finished I walked out and met up with Russia and Britain again, "It is so nice to see you guys again!" "Come over for tea and scones whenever you want." I pet flying mint bunny on the head, yes I can see him. "Don't forget you can always join me, DA?" I gave Russia a hug and then one to Britain. I was a bit nervous about Russia, during the meeting he seemed less like his threatening self and very distracted. "I had fun." Giving them one more smile, I got in America's car, we waved our byes and went home.

Once home -

I closed the door behind me and fell onto the couch, "The meeting wasn't that bad, I mean, it could've been worse. I could have gotten hit on by France, that wine loving pervert!" As I stood up from the couch, a hand reached out and grabbed me by my shoulder, keeping me in place. "Ah mon amie, you think you would get away that easily?" I turned around and kicked as hard as I could. Next thing I knew, France was cowering on the ground in front of me. "How the hell did YOU get in here!" he gestured towards the window, which had been left open the entire meeting. I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up then pushed him out the door.

I went to the window and closed it tightly, making sure he couldn't get in. Frustrated, I opened it again and dumped the piled snow out onto his figure. I stormed up to my room and went into my closet, wanting to shut myself out of the world for a while. I shortly fell asleep curled up in a ball after thinking about the meeting.