Author's Note: Hey guys! This story is a collection of oneshots/drabbles I think of about World Meetings!

Rating: T

Words: 307

Pairing(s): Spamano, hints of friendly/romantic RoChu, USUK, LietPol, and PruCan. You can also squint to see: Estonia/Latvia/Lithuania and IggyChu

Why: I read the desc. of a Spamano fic and it said 'mentions of pedophilia', and I thought of this. Heh...


Spain and Romano were sitting next to each other at the World Meeting, Spain whispering to Romano in low tones, that to some, could be considered seductive. To Romano, they were creepy and slightly annoying.

"And when I bit the tomato, juice ran down my chin, and Prussia laughed at me while France whined about my shirt. I'm not sure why... Was it that expensive?"

Romano ignored Spain, taking notes on the global warming problems since he knew Feli was just doodling. He looked around the table for a moment, observing what was going on. Russia was bugging China, occasionally 'kolkolkol'ing at the Baltics. America was tugging on England's sleeve, and England and China were trying to have a polite conversation.

Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania were quietly comparing notes while Poland chatted about his house to Lithuania. Prussia was... talking to himself? No, wait, he was talking to Canada. That's who Birdie was, right? Feliciano was drawing while begging Germany to make the break early. Germany was trying to reign everyone's attention back to global warming and France was-

"Roma~ Roma~ Romano... Lovi! Lovi, talk to me please! Mi tomate-[My tomato]"

"What do you want, tomato bastard?" Romano snapped, glaring at the Spaniard.

"Remember when I was your Boss?" Spain said, his eyes... glittering. 'What the fuck.' Romano thought, but out loud he said "Yes."

"You were so lazy... It was adorable! I just wanted to pick you up and-"

"What the fuck, bastard! That's borderline pedophilia!" Romano screamed, jumping up. Everyone glanced over.

"What did I say?" Spain said, blinking curiously. Romano spluttered for a second, then stomped out of the room. Italy jumped up to follow, and Germany sighed.

"Break is now commencing, come back to the meeting room in 30 minutes."

In the hallway outside, Romano and Italy high-fived. Another early break won.


See what I did there? Huh? Did ya? ... No? Fine. Romano wasn't actually panicking/ranting, it was just an evil plan! Mwuhahahahaha!

Inner hater: That sucked.

I know.