Hey guys! I was in the French part of the fandom and I thought "What if I tried to translate what I write?" So here we are. I apologize for any grammar mistake and I do hope you'll enjoy this humble fic. (Though this is only the prologue)
A new day, a new conference. This is how life went for nations in these peaceful times. Of course, it didn't mean there was no problem to solve or no work to do but everybody agreed on the fact it was the most peaceful era they had lived since a very long time. And, as usual, America had decided to celebrate this.
There was, somewhere on Pennsylvania's countryside, a huge property that could be called a simple farm if it wasn't this big and luxurious. A half hour long car trip away from the nearest city, it was built at the time when England was still his caretaker. It had numerous rooms, a basement, an attic, not to mention the garden, its crops and stables. This is where America decided to invite a big part of the world, far from meetings and annoying rulers, for two simple weeks of vacations.
Many agreed. England, France and Canada were first, though Arthur had grouched, just for good measure. The Nordics 5 would be there, with Sealand and Ladonia. The whole Germanic clan was participating, except for Switzerland and Liechtenstein. Hungary was coming too, with the young Kugelmugel. China and Japan would be here, as well as Hong Kong who didn't want to miss the opportunity to spend two entire weeks with his boyfriend, but all of the other Asians had refused. Wy was coming too, perhaps a bit forced by Australia. We wouldn't forget the Mediterraneans, including Greece and Turkey. America, in a rare thought for his brother who appreciated them, even had made the effort to invite Russia and the other Slavs. Only Russia, Poland and Lithuania were coming.
The first day was a happy mishmash of shouting, arguments, laughs and sharing. They had to found room for everyone, unpack the bags, make dinner, keep an eye on the kids who kept running about the house (and also Prussia who didn't seem more mature). They organized everything as they could and, globally, those two upcoming weeks seemed perfect. They planned trips to the city, to the forest, horse riding, fishing, shows to see, maybe even a car trip. Even the grumpy ones like England or Romano seems more relaxed than the usual.
When dinner time came, everything seemed in place. Everyone was settled, Germany had taking upon himself to plan the chores and meal times (for the dining room was too small for everyone to eat at the same time), despite the babbling Italian clinging onto him. France had claimed himself responsible of the meals, however China and Turkey had refused to be left out.
At last, it was bedtime for the young ones. Finland and Hungary took Sealand, Wy, Ladonia and Kugelmugel to the room they were all sharing.
There were only two beds. Wy, as the only girl, had the right to sleep alone, which didn't displeased her, according to the smug look she gave to her three friends. The two adoptive brothers, Sealand and Ladonia, had to share the second one and even though they had a hard time accepting it at first, they were way too tired to fight and dozed off quickly, tugged in by their loving father.
Kugelmugel had to settle for a mattress between the two beds, but it didn't seem to bother him. Hungary tenderly kissed his forehead as she helped him undo his two long white braids. The micronation quickly fell asleep, muttering something about the fact that sleeping on the ground was art. Hungary and Finland left silently, closing soundly the door behind them.
Yes, everything seemed perfect for those two weeks ahead. Games, friendly quarrels, trips…
But of course, it could not happen this way, right? Not in a world like this one.