Note: This is my first fanfiction and I am going to do more. This one will be a mixture of seriousness and humor, as I wish to bring this to life in a more realistic way than Family Guy portrays. I also do not own any characters or settings in this story, it is just a story I wrote for fun. Any criticism is appreciated, I need you to help me write a good story. Also this one will be very short, as it is only the peace conference that decides Petoria's fate.
Petoria Forever Chapter 1: Peace in our Time
Dictator Peter Griffin watched his wife's back as she walked out the door. He sat and thought to himself, "She left me, just like that. I can't let her go, I'm doing this so our kids have a future that will see them in history books."
Peter ran after Lois before she passed the U.S blockade saying to her as she turned to confront him, "Lois, I need you and the kids. This country is all we've got. I don't want to go back to working a life where nobody will know who we are. Lois come back." He said the last sentence as if he were singing.
"I wonder if he ever realizes how stupid he acts." Lois thought. "Peter, I love you. If you end this business with the U.S we will gladly come back to you.
"Alright, I'll call for a peace conference." Peter said as he slowly walked back to the house. Peter immediately walked over to the phone, attempting to call the U.S army. Peter legitimately did not know what number to call, so he just hit the buttons and hoped something would happen. Peter sat there a good two hours waiting for someone to pick up, not even realizing that the power wasn't on. Out of the kitchen came a small white figure.
"Peter, aren't you supposed to be at a peace conference?" Brian said, walking in holding a glass of some liquor or other. He looked at Peter while taking a long sip of his drink.
"Brian, come with me to the conference. I need some advice and you're the smartest person in Petoria." Peter said with a hint of despair in his voice.
"Fine, Peter, you're driving" Brian said as he passed the keys to Peter.
The drive to the peace conference was rather short, as Peter popped out of the car wearing a full stereotypical dictator uniform, complete with a Petorian flag on his left arm and a cigarette holder, in which was a candy cigarette purely for looks. A great crowd of reporters and cameramen flooded over Peter and Brian as they shoved their way to the city hall, where the meeting would take place.
Brian opened the door for Peter, who had a roll of red carpet ready to throw down towards the table. Peter struggled with a tangled bit of rope he had used to keep the carpet from unrolling. The rope did not appear to be able to be untied. "Anyone got a knife?" Peter said and a soldier willingly offered one. Peter cut the rope and unrolled the red carpet. He tried to make it look as if he were gliding down the carpet, only to trip and fall three or four times.
Peter sat down in a chair across from Mayor Adam West, Joe, and President Bill Clinton. Behind Peter was Brian, sipping something in a flask. "I do declare that this conference has started." said Bill Clinton, who seemingly only just after Peter looked away had changed into a fur coat and a 20's style tuxedo and fedora.
"The United States have decided that Petoria should be officially annexed, but due to a recent threat from multiple countries, including Libya, Iraq, and North Korea, we cannot do so." said Adam West.
"I demand that I be allowed to keep the province of Joehio and that Joe and his family be required to stay as Petorian citizens." Peter said with a smug smirk on his face. I knew I had some nations backing me. Peter thought.
"Peter, you're pissing me off man!" Joe screamed.
"Joe, I offer you what Brian has explained to me as a upgrade from your current standing. You will not be a citizen of Joehio. No, Joe, you will be it's governor and my lead general."
Joe's face changed from anger, to confusion, to contentment. "Peter, as long as we have an election every once and awhile I see no problem with that."
The room went silent with shock. Peter leaned back in his chair and with an almost evil smirk. "I also demand all houses between me and the house next to Quagmire and all houses on Cleveland's side, including his house." Peter said in a powerful voice.
"Now that's too much!" Adam West yelled at Peter "You can't make demands at a conference to decide your surrender."
"Actually he can." said Bill Clinton. "Peter, I will allow your demands, I will also allow any nation based or non-funded humanitarian aid go to your people. You see gentlemen, that land has no value except for a bit of tax value. Their properties don't produce weapons, let alone the parts to make them, so they are no threat."
The crowd broke into outrage and again fell silent as Bill Clinton reached across to shake Peter's hand. "I hereby end this conference." Bill said to the many shocked faces and blank cameras in the room.
