I don't own Hetalia, never have never will.
Today there's a world meeting, not just a world meeting, but a world meting that included the major cites of the world.
"What was that you fucking Yank!"
"You heard me! Or are you deaf too, second best?"
"That it!"
"Please Chicago-san, don't kill your brother!"
As you can see, it is proving to be just as productive as a normal one.
The first person you heard was Chicago, a bit of a violent girl, tall, broad shouldered, narrow hipped, shoulder length red hair with a single curl on her right that was pined down slightly with a red six-point star hair clip. She would honestly look like a man if it weren't for her impressive 'tracks of land'. She swears a lot. You want a general idea of what she's like, think Romano, except that she can actually back up her talk and kick your ass.
The person she was talking to was her 'brother' New York City, none of the American cities were actually related, a fact that baffles the rest of the world to no end. NYC pretty much looked like America with no glasses or Nantucket (although he was not without odd hair pieces, he, like Chicago, have a hair curl on his right). This is something he took as 'being the most American city in America', and others took as a bit creepy, considering that NYC wasn't America's kid, at lest not by blood. He is considered by the rest of the world (including his 'siblings') , in no uncertain terms, to be the single biggest asshole on the planet.
The incident that is happening right now was caused by one of their many arguments (the subject of this one forever lost to time) which resulted in NYC saying that Chicago's food was horrible. Naturally Chicago would not stand for this, after all her food was delicious, unlike him she had a sense of taste; and how could he judge, this is the guy who said England's food was wonderful and meant it.
So it was only natural that she wanted to beat him to death, unfortunately for her Tokyo was holding her back.
Tokyo has black hair in a bob-cut with very dark almost-black brown eyes. She's also a very petite girl, short by even Japanese 18 year old standards. You may be wondering how she's holding back Chicago, a girl who has 28 centimeter height advantage. I could tell you, but Tokyo who have to kill me, ninja secret you see. It certainly had nothing to do with her pink headband that was decorated with a cherry blossom pattern.
"Please Chicago-san, just what will his death accomplish?" Tokyo pleaded.
"Peace and quiet for the rest of the world." Chicago replied. "Hey Paris, come help me out."
"Eh, I would, but then my chances with Tokyo would disappear." Replied what appeared to be a younger France.
"Phs, disappear, like you had any to begin with." Chicago huffed, she then decided to return to her attempts to break free and kill NYC with new vigor.
"Ah, could I please have some help." Tokyo was getting a bit despite, she could only hold this much hate back for so long.
"I got it." America decided to intervene, others would say he should have done something sooner, but he realized some time ago that if he went in every time Chicago was trying to kill NYC and vice versa , he would get even less done the he already did.
In the brief moment after that Tokyo let go of her, Chicago did her best to avoid America's grasp, but to no avail. America garbed onto her by the shoulder and turned her around, effectively holding her still till she stopped struggling.
"Done yet?" America asked.
"No," Chicago answered. She then held up her index finger and looked for a very specific spot on America's forehead, finding it she gave a hard poke.
America gave a, "Ow!"
And a few feet away, "OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!"
Learning how to find the Empire State Building on America's forehead was difficult, but well worth it, in Chicago's opinion.