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Hello! Yes, this is my newest fan-fic, mainly written due to extra time from the snow. Seriously, they are now cutting days off of spring break. On the bright side, five-day weekend! woot!
Anyway, this is the first part of my new fic. This is only an introduction, but so far I have roughly 2½ of the ten chapters for this fic, as it is mainly a way for me to relieve boredom. However, since this is only the beginning, please bear with me.
Yes, there is an oc in this fic. Normally people write England and France as the protagonists, but since France has a different role, well, the other characters I could switch him with I have never really written anything about them. The Oc is named Portugal, and there is another fic of mine devoted to her, and with her character info. There is some mild EngPort in this first chapter, but if you guys don't want please tell me and I'll have her out by the end of the third chapter and keep it more England-centric (no shippings though, this is not really a romance fic). If you guys do want her to stay, unfortunately I think it's still going to be mild.
For the fangirls, there is only brotherly CanAme, apparently friendly RusAme, and England dealing with a naked France in the most hysterical way possible. Also, a tots, adorable Germany. No, this does not mean what you think it does, ya pervert.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. There, done.

World Meeting
2:56pm, Lisbon, Portugal

It was time's like these that reminded China he was the oldest nation. This frustration mainly happened whenever his fellow nations acted like a five-year-old mortal."Verdammit! Prussia put down the squirt gun!" How Germany managed to act so mature when he was Prussia's little brother and one of the youngest nations was a mystery. Until you put candy or cake in front of him.

"KESESESESE! I will never surrender, for I am the awesome Prussia suckers!" China ducked as a stream of water headed his way. Rolling his eyes, China simply took out his wok, deflecting the other blasts. Finally, Germany had enough sense to tackle his older brother.

"How did you sneak into the meeting, again!" Germany demanded as he kept Prussia in a headlock.

"Ouch! I just snuck into your car! God, not the hair!" Prussia struggled out of Germany's death grip. His wild white hair stuck up in different places, charged with static energy. Hungary looked up in interest.

"Need help Germany?" she asked, smirking at Prussia. He glowered back.

"Nein, I'm fine," Germany responded, struggling with Prussia. "Actually, could you get the duct tape?"

"So through my industries I have managed to stabilize my economy at the moment and I am working to decrease the debt…" Portugal stood at front of the room, still plowing through her speech. China assumed the Portuguese woman must have experience dealing with the other Europeans, thanks to the E.U. Even so, China could tell that her chlorophyll-green eyes looked tired. A strand of hair fell in front of her eyes, and she barely even noticed.

"Oi! Frog! What the bloody hell!" And that would be Opium, better known as England. His bushy brows bent into a glare towards the Frenchman. Snails crawled on Opium's back, courtesy of France. Spain muttered something underneath his breath, and his hand slid underneath the table. There must have been a bet on how many snails France could get to crawl on Opium's back. "Ack! Get those blasted creatures off of me!"

"If you wish to leave, you can as this meeting is officially over." Portugal finally finished her speech, and sat down in one of the few unoccupied seats in the room: in between France and England. A smirk tugging at her lips, she flicked a snail off of England's back. "France, I must admit that is a waste of snails." England scowled at her, and she chuckled. Closing her eyes, Portugal leaned back in her chair.

On France's right sat America, his feet on the table and a coffee in his hand. The blond still seemed alert compared to the other nations, but also was more focused on the coffee than the meeting itself. His sky-blue eyes sparkled as he watched the oncoming fight with interest. "Ew, Francey-pants, not one of your better pranks," Alfred said, brushing one of the snails off of Opium's back. "Geez, how can you eat these?"

"A little, or in this case a lot, of butter goes a long way America," France replied smoothly.

The other countries slowly left, mostly disinterested as nothing new was happening. A few remained, but there were mainly just talking quietly. China duly noted how the Baltics were the first to leave. "Those nations are so childish in fighting, -da?" China stiffened. "I hope they do not hurt Portugal in their fighting." China looked at Russia surprised.

"I thought you did not know Portugal. She is on the other end of the European continent and tiny compared to you ~aru," Russia simply shrugged.

"She is a good comrade of big sister Ukraine, and has never hurt her. Belarus is fine with her actually, though I don't know why," Portugal had managed to fall asleep, even with the two bickering nations on either side of her. The pale blond man chuckled as she let out an unladylike snore. Russia finally returned to his seat in between America and Germany, much to the Asian's relief. Meanwhile America and Germany stopped their discussion to glare at Russia. Russia simply smiled.

"China?" Japan tapped his shoulder. "Could you tell Portugal I'll meet her at her house after the meeting? I need to leave, but I do not want to disturb her." China interpreted it as I do not want to get involved in a fight. China suppressed the urge to roll his eyes when Portugal failed to wake up when a book slammed into the wall.

China huffed. "What is it that you want to speak with her about ~aru?"

"Just economic affairs China," Japan said narrowing his eyes at him.

"Affairs?" China asked innocently. Okay, maybe it was a bad idea to anger his little brother, but Japan always looked so cute when he blushed! Indeed, Japan's cheeks reddened, but he composed himself to glare at china. "And Japan, I thought you knew better to not be rude to your elders. I did teach you that after all."

"I only wished to discuss business with her," he said coldly. Swiftly, he walked out, with Italy trailing behind him.

Sighing, China took out his phone and typed up an email to Portugal stating Japan was going to visit. Unfortunately, he would fail to find out Portugal had bigger problems.

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"Git! You know threating me with war is an empty threat when you'll go broke! Again!" England shouted at the Frenchman. As he felt something slimy on his neck, he quickly swatted away the snail. "Dammit! Why do you spend so much money on these stupid snails anyway!"

"I may not be the best nation with money but at least I can cook!" France yelled. That's it. Anyone who has met England knows that he can't cook, and that was a touchy subject. England narrowed his eyes, his wand out. Without thinking, and with his wand in his hand, he got up to tackle France.

Unfortunately, his foot caught the wheel on his chair, causing him to trip. Instead of landing on a pinned France, he landed clumsily on Portugal. "Oof!" His wand hit the ground, the spell shooting out not once but several times, hitting not only France but America, Germany and Russia also.

The four cried out in protest as white strands of smoke curled around each nation, until it condensed into columns. Muffled shouts came from the columns, but cut off quickly. The smoke was so thick it was impossible to see what was happening within. Strands of what looked like glitter wrapped around the column, pulsing like a vein. "Oh bloody hell," England muttered. "f-," England cursed.

"Ingleterra?" a feminine voice asked from underneath him. Blushing, England quickly got off his friend and grabbed his fallen wand.

England ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry about that I was being foolish and was-"

"Trying to kill France as usual?" Portugal interrupted him. "Now what in the love of cod did you do?" Portugal demanded as she watched what was happening. Fortunately, they were the only ones left to watch what was enfolding in front of them. The white columns swirled with glittering magical energy, and the two were afraid to touch it.

"Sometimes I really hate how powerful my magic is," England murmured. Portugal shot him a dirty look. Suddenly the white smoke shot down through the floor and the two nations gasped. "I did not mean to use that spell." England finally spoke.

Sitting in place of the four nations were four children. Four incredibly adorable children. Four children who looked confused. Four humans (?) who have clearly not reached adulthood. Four reasons that England is now completely, utterly screwed.

Ha ha, cliffy! Wait till next week for the next chapter. If you like it, review, favorite, and follow. If you don't like it, review anyway and give me constructive criticism. As long as you read that last paragraph before this note, I'm all up for ideas for this fic. If you skipped that last paragraph you are so screwed until next week.

Also, sorry if China and Japan are OOC, I didn't know how to write them.