"Alright, that is all for this month's meeting. Next month's meeting is in Caracas, Venezuela. Before we go, does anyone have anything else to add?" Germany was happy. An unusual emotion that always appeared somewhat strained on his face, but it was for a good cause! For once, the first time in decades, a World Meeting had finally gone off without a hitch, no arguments, France and England had only punched each other twice, and America and Russia had managed to keep their hostilities down to not-so-subtle glares throughout the entire meeting, and there had been minimal shouting. All in all, they were productive.
At least, until Iceland stuck his hand up in the air. "Yes, Iceland?" As the albino Nordic began to draw in a breath, the other members of the Nordic Five stiffened. "Iceland. Don't do it." Norway said, ever so slightly threatening. "Ice. NO." Was repeated by Finland. Sweden continued to look intimidating, but more so than usual. "Icey. Norge is gonna be pissed if you say it." Denmark added his two cents. When Iceland paused to draw in a second breath, Norway's glare intensified- if that was even possible. "Hey can you guys follow my blog." The echoing cry of "God damn it Iceland!" came from Norway over the chuckles of his brother, and two of the five Nordics ended up running from the room. One in a self-preservation instinct, the other in an internet-induced rage.
So much for the only constructive meeting ending in the same composed manner.