There were times when people feel they have control. You think you have fixed a little thing with your
little red book and you end up puting the whole world in danger... you Think you have control of the
power but you end up...rising the lost among the living...
it was a regular meeting of the world held in the U.S.A this time meaning Mr. Alfred F. Jones was incharge of the meeting.
"Bonjour à tous, sorry im alittle late" a man said, walking into the room.
His name, Francis Bonnefoy. Hes the Man of France and also of love."Où est l'Amérique?" he asked, walking to his seat. "He hasen't shown up yet" A quiet voice came from the crowd.
Matthew Williams. A shy boy. He is the "Great White North", He hugged his bear somewhat in a worry that noone heard him...again. "Ah, merci Matthieu pour les conseils. at-il fait quelque chose de stupide encore?" the frenchman responded "Bien sûr qu'il a fait. il a bombardé une place pour aucune raison à nouveau et il a décidé de prendre de la bière de mon pays et beigneries et j'ai essayé de me violer la semaine dernière!" the Canadian ranted. "le viol? oh mon pauvre enfant" Francis said. The man sitting a few seats down stood up. Arthur Kirkland, a fine brit but he lets the flames shoot out of his mouth a few too many times "Thats enough you two! i didnt come to hear you bicker!". The two stare at him. "vieil homme grincheux" Canada whispered before getting a glare from his father nation.
Suddenly Alfred finally burst through the doors panting, everyone looked at the winded nation waiting for the excuse of why he was late.
" I have bad news. the apocalyse has happened!" Amarica informed everyone, from hearing that everyone got into a panic except for Russia. Ivan Braginski had a gift for being scary. he carried around a water pipe incase he needed to murd- i mean kidna- I MEAN hit someone ...yeah he hits people. Everyone fled the room barricading the door by knocking down book shelves as they ran out leaving Arthur and Francis trapped there.