A multi chap drabble to all of my fellow Americans, who should be able to appreciate this.
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"Third Person POV"
It was supposed to be just a regular World Conferences. Well as regular as they got. Between France and England, Austria and Prussia (Who, fortunately, had to be there for the World Conference), Russia terrorizing the Baltics, China offering his snacks, Italy clinging to a very uncomfortable Japan, Turkey cussing out Greece who was still sleeping, the Nordics hiding Sealand under the table, Germany looked beyond purple. An to top the whole issue off the host nation and resident superpower had gone MIA. As soon as the rapiers made their appearance Germany exploded like always.
"Would you dummkopfs all be QUIET!" When the nations looked up to see Germany they wondered if they had pushed the Germanic nation just a little too far this time. Italy was heard muttering something about Doitsu's yells being out of place for the beautiful building they were in. The Meeting was being held in a 17th century building overlooking the old Boston common in Massachusetts.
"Does anybody know where the dummkopf Amerikaner is?" Germany said in a slightly calmer tone.
"Probably skiving, the prattish git."England of course was being a joy to the world.
"Hon hon you are just upset your pretty colony was not there to greet you at the door." France stated.
"Why you perverted frog!" England shouted, lunging across the table knocking papers over in the process. Germany and Russia exchanged a look and got up to separate the two frienemies.
"Excuse me." An ignored voice came from the back of the room.
"Japan," said Germany," Do you have any idea where America is, you are friends after all." Germany sighed, rubbing the space in between his eyes. He really needed a vacation.
"I am terribly sorry, Germany but I have no clues as to where America may be as well." Japan looked about as comfortable as a cat in a dog kennel, being seated between Russia and England.
"Excuse me."
"Ve- Maybe America went to get some yummy pasta! That's always a reason to turn up late! Passsstttaaa…" Italy sighed dreaming of more pasta.
"Shut up fratello! You sound stupid!" Romano said trying to get out of Spain's hug.
"Mi tomate," Spain said, tightening his hold on Romano, "Can't you hold still just for today, Si?
"Never tomato bastard! Let me go now!
"Excuse me."
Prussia had been quite silent since Germany's earlier exclamation. Prussia may seem like a loudmouth but he knows when to keep his mouth shut to think things through. Prussia was above all, a tactician. Prussia had been having one of rare moments of silence which was how he heard poor birdie trying to get a word in but getting run over infuriated him. Birdie was nothing but nice, gentle, docile, until you got him to a hockey game. Prussia leaned over, red eyes gleaning, to Germany and said seriously, " Can you get their attention for me, Bitte?"
"Of course Preuβen." Germany said inquisitively. It was rare, but always intriguing when his bruder actually decided to act like an adult. Showing the nations, that yes he could and did raise a nation such as himself. Germany got a sudden glit in his eyes, he couldn't wait to see Preuβen knock the other squabbling nations down a peg, old school.
"SILENCE!" Germany said, standing up gaining all the other countries attention. "Mein bruder has something he would like to share." Germany sat back down.
Prussia stood up, leaning both the palms of his hand against the round, wooden table before him. Prussia's eyes looked only at the table. "Tell me, this is a table of equality, ja?" After receiving several nods in confused conformation he continued. "Then shouldn't all the voices at the table be heard. Yet in your continued squabbling you run over one of the world's powers." At that point most of the nations had turned pale, leering towards Russia. Russia had on his most innocent smiles on a.k.a. his creepiest smile. "Nein, not Russia you imbeciles. I am sure if it was Russia you were ignoring you would have known it by now." If it was possible Russia's smile got impossibly bigger his violet eyes widening by a fraction of an inch as he began to kolkolkolkol. "France!" France was obviously startled, flinching for a moment surprised by being called out.
"Oui?"
"Speak english you bloody frog! We are in an english speaking country so we don't have to listen to your half-drunk drivel of a language." England shouted plainly irked. This was Frances home field, ticking England off.
"Hon hon this is the same country that you raised and betrayed enough to call you, ohh what was it… Lobsterback that's it." France said in one of his leeriest glances, in a signature pose of holding a wine glass.
Prussia, quickly getting infuriated, mouthed to his best friend, Hungary.
'Pan?'
Prussia got a twisted but gleaming glance back. Telling him to sit back and watch the show.
The whole world was either watching England and France with irritation or frustration, some taking bets as to which would win this debacle. While the conference room was occupied Hungary snuck up on France and England quickly bashing both their heads with her frying pan, an audible ringing flooded the room. Hungary was mad, really mad exclaiming. "You inferior imbeciles! We are trying to have a World Conference run smoothly for once! You always start the disturbances! No wonder America has so many problems, dealing with you guys as family on a daily basis must make him dysfunctional." Hungary's world cut the silence. England looked horrible while France actually looked properly abashed. "Now France," France looked up after returning to his seat. "Listen, to what Prussia has to say," France gave her a disbelieving look, "Yes France, listen to Prussia. And England if I hear one more word out of line you will get a reintroduction to my pan."
Prussia started again after gaining France's attention "You, out of all of the people here should know who I am talking about, care to explain?" France was struggling to come up with an answer, apparently forgetting the conversation in his quarrel with England. His extravagance ending with his fashion sense. England let out a chortle which ended abruptly with a well sent sharp glance from a rather foreboding Hungary.
"I am sorry my friend but for you I have no answer."
"Pff, just about what I expected though."
Suddenly there was a scoff from near where a resigned Canada sat. Next to Canada was an open seat for his brother on his right. On his left sat another man, who was sitting with a girl next to him. On his other left sat New Zealand. All of the colonial siblings. The man on the left, Australia, looked up and said to Prussia "Of course, we," glancing to his sister, Seychelles, and New Zealand, "Know who you're talking about." Australia stood up, ushering the northern brother up with him. "Our brother, Canada. You know second largest landmass in the world after Russia in front of America." France looked like a kicked puppy, he couldn't believe he forgot his almost son. England looked apologetic but that was it. The rest of the world however, had a light bulb moment.
Germany, now that he knew Canada was there could see him quite clearly spoke loudly over the confusion. "Kanada, perchance do you know where Amerika is?"
Showing a rare display of anger the Canadian rolled his eyes. "Of course I know where 'Merica is. In fact he told both of you where he was going last W8 meeting," looking towards France and England, " But as always you blew him off," looking directly at England he said quietly but coldly, "You think you would have learned after his revolution."
England looked like he had been slapped, verbally he had been at any rate.
"And YOU!" looking towards France and said, "I just have no words for you Papa." France looked on the verge of tears.
Prussia clearly sensing the awkwardness in the room efficiently changed the subject. "Kanada," gaining birdie's attention, "Since Amerika didn't tell us," motioning towards the rest of the world, "where he is would you?"
"Prussia, what is the date?"
"Uhhh November 22?"
"Lets try again. What Thursday of the month is it?"
"The fourth?"
"Ughhhh!" Canada yelled to the stunned world, "You idiots it's Thanksgiving!"
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A/N: Tell me what you think! Be nice first multi chapter fanfic!
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