It's up! Finally! Disclaimer: I do not own Pride and Prejudice or Hetalia.
England stretched; thankfully it was break-time. America and Russia had gotten into a particularly loud and nasty argument during the first half of the meeting. Now neither was looking at the other. Russia was content to be staring at the wall on his left, making Romania, seated next to him, rather nervous. On the other side of him, Rwanda was just glad he wasn't looking to his right. England frowned; he felt some magic in the air, a spell starting to take effect. He looked at Rwanda, who gave him a look that said he didn't know. On one side of him, United Arab Emirates was napping while Ukraine was looking at her brother, who was now staring at the ceiling, trying to look at any place but the person on the other side of England. He sighed 'Why must it always be me to represent the United Kingdom? If Northern Ireland were here, she would know what to do about them.' He turned to America. America had a backpack in his lap, into which he was muttering curses about having to sit across from Russia.
"You're the one that named your country the United States," England reminded him. Now Russia was looking at him. England shifted, trying to direct the attention elsewhere. The magical presence grew thicker as America pulled a book out of the backpack.
Nobody had left the room yet. Austria stood up to leave when England shouted "America! Don't open that book!"
America looked at him and opened it. There was a flash of white light as the magic descended and when it was gone, England, France, Germany, America, Japan, Spain, Canada, North Italy, Belarus, Russia, Liechtenstein, Hungary, Austria and Prussia were missing.
Ukraine picked up the book America had opened. It was now shut, resting on the table in front of his seat. "Pride and Prejudice," she read. Opening the book to a random page, she gasped. "The names have changed!"
Romania took the book from her and turning to another page read: "Alfred here felt himself called on to say something in vindication of his behaviour to Beilschmidt…"
All the remaining nations were in shock. "So, they got put into the book?"
"Yes." Romania trembled.
"Let's read it then," Finland murmured. There was many a loud argument before it was decided that each nation would read a chapter aloud, passing it on to the person beside them when they were done.
Afghanistan sighed, opening it to the first chapter.