A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of International or Intergalactic! By the way, this is the sequel to Return of an Empire! :D Um, I don't really have anything to say, except…YOU GUYS, MY FANS? YOU RULE!
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"And here are the Autobots!" exclaimed a blond 20 year old, throwing his arms out wide and facing a few fancy cars in the military base.
"Hold on. These cars screwed up Chicago and gave you a black eye?" asked a slightly older blond man with huge eyebrows and a pure British accent.
"Well, these cars are awesome cars," a red-eyed albino said, grinning at a red Audi, German, like himself (although he would say 'Prussian').
"Ve~ they have Italian cars!" a childish cry came from a brown-haired Italian with an adorable hair curl, which bounced up and down and practically glomped a bright yellow Lamborghini, which seemed to shudder away from his touch.
"Fratello," groaned another Italian boy who seemed to be the other's twin, but with slightly darker hair and a curl higher on his head. "Don't molest the cars."
"Sí," said a green-eyed Spaniard. "That's Francis's job," he pointed at a blond Frenchman, who was eyeing a purple motorcycle hungrily. The others shuddered, and the Italian who had been hugging the Lamborghini Gallardo backed away from it.
"I like this one," said the childish voice of a burly Russian man, pointing to a black GMC Topkick. "It looks like it could hide a lot of weapons, da?"
"Oh brother~" said a Belarusian girl with platinum blond hair. The Russian whimpered and hid behind a blond Canadian wearing glasses and hugging a teddy bear. Oh, wait. Never mind; it's a polar bear.
"Now I'm visible," the Canadian whispered, making the others jump in surprise.
"Mathieu, when did you get here?" asked Francis.
"I've been here the whole time…"
"Hey!" exclaimed a voice. All the people turned around to see a dark-haired American running up to them. "You're not allowed to be here! Do you have clearance?"
"We're the country representatives!" the American said. "I'm Alfred F. Jones, the representative for America!"
"Oh, god…" muttered the military man. "More teenagers…Anyways, I am Major William Lennox. One at a time, step forward and say your name and the country you represent."
"Like I said, I'm America's representative, Alfred, the HERO!"
"Bloody git," said the British man. "Shut the bloody hell up. Anyways, I am Arthur Kirkland, representative for the UK."
"Ve~ I'm Feliciano Vargas. I represent North Italy!" said the light-haired Italian, bouncing forward and dragging his look-a-like along with him.
"I'm Feli's twin, Lovino, representative for Southern Italy," he growled.
"The Spaniard walked up casually. "Antonio Fernandez, Spain."
"Francis Bonnefoy," the French man said, standing next to Antonio. "I am the representative of France~"
The albino popped up in between them, throwing his arms around his friends. "I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! I represent the equally awesome Prussia. And we three are the Bad Touch Trio!"
"Piyo! Piyo!" exclaimed the little bird on Gilbert's shoulder that looks a lot like a marshmallow peep.
"This is Gilbird!" Gilbert shouted.
"Wait, why is there a representative for Prussia?" Lennox asked.
"'Cause it's awesome!"
"Meaning, we have no clue," said a burly blond German with ice blue eyes. "I am Gilbert's brother, Ludwig. I represent Germany."
"Yao Wang," said the feminine Chinese man. "Representative for China, aru."
"Konnichiwa," a short Japanese man said. "I am Kiku Honda, Japan's representative."
The burly Russian man stepped forward, followed by three trembling males; a Lithuanian, an Estonian, and a Latvian. "My name is Ivan Bragenski," the Russia said with a childish smile. "I am the representative of Russia, and these three are Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia's representatives. Their names do not matter, da?"
"Natalya," the platinum blond said. "Belarus."
"Katushya," said the Ukrainian with rather large…assets.
"I'm Peter Kirkland!" exclaimed a young blond British boy. "I'm the representative for SEALAND!"
"Peter," Arthur said with a sigh. "Sealand is not a true country."
"Is too!"
"No. It is not."
"It. Is. TOO!"
"Hey," Alfred said. "Where's my brother?"
"Right here…" came the soft voice of the Canadian. "I'm Matthew Williams, representative for Canada. And this is Kuma…Kuma…Um…"
"The polar bear is Kumajiro," Alfred helped. "Matthew doesn't always remember its name, which is only fair since Kumajiro doesn't remember Matthew's."
"I'm Maria Jones," said a somewhat quiet teenage girl. "The representative for Minnesota. This little one is Kala, Hawaii's representative," Maria said, pointing at a young Hawaiian girl.
"Shippo," says a blond boy with a New York-style accent. "I'm New York…"
"Otto, representative for the Holy Roman Empire," said a blond man in a long black cloak and a black pirate hat. Somehow while everyone was talking, Feliciano had attached himself to Otto, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck and burying his head in his chest.
After the other country's representatives introduced themselves, Major Lennox and the Autobots basically just watched them fight and argue.
Well, thought Major Lennox. Let's hope they get along with the Autobots and the Frainglish triplets…
!~;~?
A/N: And that is the first chapter of International or Intergalactic! Who are the Frainglish Triplets? You'll find out next chapter! :D
Question: Should I get a BetaReader for this? Also, how old do you guys think I am?