Washington D.C.

10:05 A.M.

"Where the bloody hell is America?"

England's question rang out throughout the meeting hall, quieting most of the conversations going on at the moment as the rest of the world noticed it was a bit too quiet for a world meeting. As the world's current superpower, America's presence was necessary in order to begin. Furrowing his ridiculously thick eyebrows into a V, England let a scowl rest on his face as France took the opportunity to invade his personal space.

"Honhonhon! Why Angleterre, are you showing concern for our dear Amerique?"

"Sod off, you bloody frog! And no I'm not concerned, I just want this meeting get started already."

"Hmph! Whatever you say, Black Sheep of Europe."

Before the first brawl of the day could start, Germany stepped in.

"England! France! The meeting hasn't even started yet, so SIT DOWN!"

Said countries obeyed as to avoid listening to another of Germany's lectures. Seeing this, Germany took his usual spot as meeting leader.

"So, has anyone heard from America? England is right, this meeting needs to start."

Canada, America's twin brother, chose this moment to speak up.

"I just got a text from his boss. America can't make it so they're sending someone else."

"Thank you, err… Canadia, for that. Did he say who?"

"No, just that they should be here any minute now. And it's Canada, eh."

Embarrassed, Germany nodded in agreement, but before he could speak again the door opened to show a teenage girl being followed by what appeared to be a fox. Many nations were surprised by this.

"Connecticut? What are you doing here?"

"Alfred can't make it, so I'm here to take his place."

"That is not what I meant young lady."

"I know you're concerned, but I'm over 300 years old. I think I can handle myself."

Wanting to make sure the others took her seriously, Connie wore a black vest and dress pants, adding an orange and white striped tie. She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, wanting to avoid moving the light bandages wrapping her right hand. Her sandy blonde hair was tied into a low ponytail, minus the cowlick on the right side of her hairline, Rocky Neck Beach. Dress shoes covered her feet while the fox, Bayard, wore a green handkerchief like a collar. Her red eyes were filled with ice as if to dare anyone to question her presence again. Nobody was brave enough to speak up, so she took the empty seat next to England while the whole world just… stared.

Aggravated from the attention, she gave Germany the okay to start while preparing her notes. As a part of the hosting nation, she went first. Everyone was surprised, including Connie, on the seriousness of the topic: mental health issues, what the current solutions were, and how to improve upon them. Presenting the information went rather well, and would have been even better if everyone stopped staring at her as if she had three heads. She thought England in particular was staring hard enough to burn holes in her back. His face grew rather red when she stopped presenting to say this. Once the presentation was done and she sat back down, he proceeded to attempt to pay attention to the next presentations. Key Word being attempt, which he found rather difficult as he sat to her right. This continued until break three hours later.

As everyone left for lunch, the little state took note of how quiet and serious everyone was once they saw her. It had been an odd experience for all of them, as meetings were usually loud and violent with little to nothing getting accomplished. It seemed that the nations thought of her as ferocious enough to the point of actually behaving and acting their ages. (That and the fact America threatened them on several occasions to be polite to his family or face the nose end of his nukes, which they took seriously as even Russia shivered.) North Italy seemed to be the only one brave enough to approach her, and he only did so to ask if he could pet the "big, red, doggy". This went on for the rest of break and the meeting, so when England asked if he could speak to her, she was surprised.

Before she could go over to him however, a hand appeared on her shoulder. China had decided to speak with her before he left.

"Hey, Connecticut?"

"Hmm?"

"Tell America he still owes me money, aru."

While saying this, a smirk appeared on China's face and he walked away.

Did China just crack a joke?

With a small smile now on her face, she walked over to England, who now had France and Canada with him. Upon her approach, she noticed that several other nations were starting to gravitate towards England now. This included Japan, North and South Italy, Spain, Germany, Lithuania, Poland, Russia, Prussia, Hungary, and Austria.

What the… Is this an intervention of some kind?

Noticing his master's discomfort, Bayard got in between her and the nations.

"What do all of you want?"

Put off by the fox's aggressive tone England held up his hands defensively.

"We're not going to hurt her, we just wanted to know if she needed any sort of help."

Unconvinced, they gave him a really? look.

"You, Canada, and France I understand, but what about everyone else?"

"We were wondering why Mr. America couldn't make it today."

As Lithuania spoke, the worried look on his face only grew. As one of the few nations she trusted, Connie gave him an honest answer which earned a growl from England, complaining about how reckless America was.

Still unconvinced with their intentions however, she sighed.

"So, why are you all really here?"

Seeing how she wasn't going to drop it, Hungary stepped forward.

"Well, about a month ago we all received an anonymous email containing some… interesting information." Noticing CT's confused face, she pressed forward. "In the email was the results of a certain persons DNA results. Yours to be exact."

Connie had a growing expression of dread, but tried to play it off as nonchalant. "So? What's your point?"

"My point is, we have information on who you are, and I have the feeling the mass email was an accident. It was most likely only meant for England."

"...Mass email?"

"Yes, mass email. The entire world got one. The entire world now thinks you are England's daughter. Our question is: Is this true?"

"..."

"Connie?"

"...I am going to kill Alfred."