"You're such an ass! What am I, invisible?" a blonde girl fumed.

The blonde boy opposite her cocked an eyebrow, obviously irritated, "Excuse me?"

The boy with bushy eyebrows beside the fuming blonde girl pulled one of her pigtails, "Hey, shut up! Berlin's already pissed. Don't make him any madder…"

"Ve~ Let's just calm down and eat some pasta!" Rome said worriedly, looking at his fuming brother, Berlin.

"I hafta agree with Rome. If we all just calm down, our parents won't have to come in…" Paris reasoned, her curly blonde hair shaking as she shook her head.

"I'm the one that's invisible…" muttered Ottawa, the blonde capital of Canada.

"Hmph! I still say my plan is better than Frenchy's…" Washington D.C. muttered, her blue eyes glaring into Berlin's.

"Um, Berlin-san… Maybe we should call a break…" Tokyo said worriedly, her brown eyes shifting back and forth.

"We have to get something done, Tokyo…" Berlin said, looking at his friend.

"I know, Berlin-san, but you look very stressed… and rather red in the face…" Tokyo remarked.

"I'm fine, Tokyo. Thank you for your concern. Anyway, does anybody else have a plan to stop global warming?"

Beijing, the capital of China, raised his hand. Berlin nodded to him for him to speak.

"Maybe if we rode bicycles, it would reduce the gasses coming from cars. Or maybe if we took public transportation, aru…" Beijing suggested.

"I still say we should build a giant hero and have him protect the earth…" Washington muttered.

"I agree with that, Washington…" Tokyo replied, just wanting a break.

"Ugh… Do NOT make me beat you with my dad's Peace Prize again…" muttered Bern, the capital of Switzerland.

"I'm getting a headache again, aru…" muttered Beijing.

Rome looked worriedly at his brother, Berlin. He was getting red in the face again. Everyone was shouting and just making everything worse. Finally, as Paris, London and Washington started to battle, Berlin stood up, slamming the table and screaming loudly, at the top of his lungs.

"EVERYONE, SHUT THE HELL UP OR MEIN GOTT, I WILL KILL YOU!"

Rome quickly acted in his frustrated brother's best interest and called a break. All the capitals ran out, to avoid the wrath of Berlin. Rome looked worriedly at his brother.

"Should I get mommy and vati?" he asked his brother.

"Just vati, please. Mom would have a heart attack seeing me like this…" muttered Berlin, knowing his face was red from anger and stress.

Rome ran off to get his father, the country of Germany.

…...

Not too far down the hall, the meeting of the countries themselves was taking place. They too were shouting, but not as loud. Germany had just managed to get everyone together to agree on a break. He heard the door creak open and saw his son, Rome, the capital of Italy, slip in the door. Germany frowned. Rome looked worried.

"Vati? Are you busy? Berlin's having an episode again…" Rome said.

Germany stood up, walking to his son's side, "It's okay, bud. I'll go talk to him. Just go get something to drink. But, nothing alcoholic, okay?"

Rome nodded, looking worried as he went to get something to drink. The sound of Germany's military boots against the floor echoed through the halls. Berlin still sat at the head of the capital's abandoned meeting table, feeling stressed and feeling his blood pressure climb again. He was constantly having episodes where his blood pressure got out of control. He wished his father was there to calm him down. Just as said thought found its way through the young blonde's head, his father, Germany, walked in, his footsteps getting faster with every step. Germany knelt beside his son's chair, his eyes looking wracked with nervousness and worry.

"You're brother said you're having another episode. That true?" Germany asked, concern lacing his voice.

Berlin nodded, "I just don't want to look weak in front of everybody. Dad, the East isn't getting better… I wish Uncle Gilbert were still here…"

Germany rubbed his son's back, knowing the pain he was feeling, "I know, I know. I wish my bruder was here too."

"Dad, does your East hurt too?" Berlin asked.

Germany nodded, "It does. Maybe we should get you to a doctor…"

Berlin shook his head, "No! I don't want to go!"

Germany sighed, stroking his son's hair, " I don't want you to get sick again. Let someone else take over…"

Berlin looked wary, then heeded his father's orders, "Okay. But I am not letting Washington run it because all she does is talk all the damn time!"

Germany patted his son's head, "Atta boy… Take it easy okay? I love you…"

Berlin hugged his dad, "I love you too, vati…"

Germany kissed his son's forehead and walked out of the room, still worried. He'd have to talk to Italy later about his son's constant blood pressure problems. It made him feel guilty as a father for not being able to keep harm from coming to his son. Just then, he felt someone tug on his pant leg. He looked down. It was Rome, still looking worried. Germany knelt down to his other son.

"You feel okay, right?" Germany asked.

Rome nodded, tearing up, "I'm just worried about fratello. He stresses too much. I don't want him to leave me…"

Germany hugged his son, rubbing his back "Hey, don't cry. Everything's fine, okay? He'll be okay…"

Rome nodded and said quietly, "I think Bern is calling everyone back. Ti amo, vati…"

Germany kissed his son's head, "Ich liebe dich, sohn…"

As Rome ran off, Italy came in, looking from his retreating son to his husband, who looked worried. Naturally, Italy was worried too.

"Ve~ Doitsu, love, what's wrong?" Italy asked.

Germany sighed, "We need to take Berlin to the doctor…"

Italy looked worried, "Why? I just took him last week… Is his asthma acting up again?"

Germany shook his head, "No, he's aggravating his heart defect by stressing…"

Italy knew something was wrong then, "Should we tell him about it?"

Germany sighed, "Only if you want to, love…"

Italy shook his head, "Everybody's coming back. We should talk about it later…"

…...

"Okay, I think we should wrap this up…" Berlin said, as calm as could be.

Rome nodded, "We'll meet when our parents meet again… Have a nice day, ve~"

All the capitals ran out, leaving Berlin and Rome all alone in the room. Berlin looked at Rome.

"Thanks… for everything bruder…" the blonde mumbled, his blue eyes reflecting nothing but pure emotions.

Rome smiled wearily, "Not a problem, fratello. Come on, let's go home…"