Elektrik Warz
"I-I've got to get away!" Victoria yelled. She ran as fast as she could through Jakarta. She clutched the confidential manila folder between her breast and her arm.
The Organization V was running after her, after the folder, after the contents within it. Victoria felt the back of her collar being pulled and found herself on the ground, feeling another person's foot on her chest on an empty Indonesian street.
"I've got to get to the World Summit! W-what do you want from me?" Victoria said.
"Shut up, Seychelles." A long, blonde-haired pony tailed short girl said sternly. She was dressed in grey and wore a yellow tie. Her grey skirt was frilled with yellow lace and her detached sleeves, which were also grey, were embellished with more lace. On her tall, dark boots was a little cell-phone holder carrying a small pale yellow cellular phone.
"Hey, Neru... Did you get it…?" a peculiarly strange white haired girl staggered over as if she were drunk. Her pristine white ponytail was held up with a black-and-purple ribbon and her skimpy grey vest was adorned with a lilac tie that was long enough to reach down her waist. Above her detached black and purple-laced sleeves was a tattoo that said "DTM". She fixed her shiny headphones.
The blonde in grey pulled the folder from Victoria's feeble fingers.
"No!" Victoria shrieked. Within a second, the girls were gone, leaving Victoria to recollect what had happened. She got up, took a deep breath, and hurried over to the World Summit Conference.
"Seychelles! Are you okay?" Ekaterina, the female representative of Ukraine, hurried over to Victoria. "You look like you got in a bit of a tizzy!" her large chest bounced violently as she skipped.
"I… I… O.V. took the folder that h-had…" Victoria nervously sat down in her seat, next to her neighbors Mozambique (Sonia Validimare) and Comoros (Ruonan Halidi-Foundi). As she fixed her misplaced ribbons that were tired from flying in the wind during the chase, America (Alfred F. Jones) was asked to present his presentation for the "Better World Project".
"Okay, now, since I'm the hero, my idea's the best out of all of yours!" Alfred shot up from his wooden chair. He put his charts on the easel as if he were in a hurry. "I give you… Mr. Universe!" Alfred shouted ecstatically.
"Isn't that copyrighted?" Arthur Kirkland, the representative of the United Kingdom remarked.
"I don't care! This sounds great!" Wibawa Sukarnoputri (Indonesia) said excitedly, fixing his thick framed glasses.
"Okay, so, Mr. Universe is going to wipe out all those baddies and then only the good people will live on Earth!" Alfred glared at Carlos del Pilar, the Cuban representative, knowing they weren't on good terms. Every nation glanced at Cuba, and he looked like he was struggling to keep his temper.
"OBJECTION! No fighting! This isn't the time to quarrel!" Roderich Edelstein (Austria) shot up from his chair and pointed at Alfred. María Clara de la Cruz (Philippines) raised her hand.
"Hey, Kuya Al… what you said sounds too familiar. It seems to be like an anime Kuya Kiku and I watched, D—"
"DICK! YOUR IDEA SOUNDS LIKE DICK, YOU—" North Korea (Haneul Joo Im) was interrupted by his twin brother, South Korea, Yong Soo Im.
"Hyung, don't lash out, okay? I know that you aren't very good around Alfred…" Yong Soo said calmly.
"Thanks for stealing my line, you asshole." Lovino Vargas, South Italy, muttered to himself.
Quickly the whole world erupted in shouting and noise—Natalia Arlovskaya (Belarus) scrabbling on the varnished large table, bugging her older brother Ivan Braginsky (Russia), Raivis Galante (Latvia) bawling uncontrollably under his chair, Vash Zwingli (Switzerland) cocking a sleek pistol against Francis Bonnefoy's (France) head. As Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia) was repeating his "I am awesome" mantra, Francis attempted to flirt with Lukas Bondevik (Norway).
"EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP!" Ludwig Beilschmidt yelled at the top of his lungs.
"G-Germany?" a few Baltic countries were startled.
"Alfred, please take your seat!" Ludwig said, and Alfred did so. "We haven't even taken attendance yet. Now… sei still…" Ludwig meticulously marked down each nation who was present.
Xiao Mei, the representative of Taiwan, hesitantly raised her hand.
"Where's Japan?" she said softly. "…Kiku Honda?"
Every country looked around, but Kiku wasn't present.
END OF CHAPTER 1
A/N:
This idea came to me on December 28, 2010, at around 5:00 P.M. I'm 99.1% sure about the time. I was in a Toys'R'Us with my brother who was begging me for a Nerf gun. Seriously guys, this idea was born from Nerf guns. Eventually that day my whole family and I had a giant Nerf fight that was extremely fun (I won).
So, before getting off topic, can you guess what happened to Kiku? NO YOH DUN GET TUH ANSWER SPARKLE NEKO.
Some countries' names (Seychelles, Norway, etc.) were derived from possible names Hima-papa suggested. Papa, I love you. I just need your e-mail. CAN SOMEBODY PM ME HIS E-MAIL PLEASE? HIS FACEBOOK IS ONLY A ROLEPLAYING ACCOUNT DX
So, please, review, give me constructive criticism, go ahead and flame me about my non-fluent Tagalog (Yes, I am Pinay but lives in America)in Tagalog, and get on your knees and beg me to finish TMOAJ or Oreoto.
Peace!
~Reiko