AN: okay, so... I know at this point i am in the middle of "Our Mission" however, i will be updating that one as well, it's just this idea came to me and had to do it, but could not weezle it in any way what so ever into "Our Mission", because it involved Whole new characters. Me and two friends, took this quiz, and it was interesting results. so ith those results of two different quizzes, this idea was formed.
England: Remind me again, why we are having a meeting here?
Me: Because i said so, Arthur. Do i need to go Full Metal Jacket on your ass?
England: What the Bloody hell does that mean?
Me: *smirks* if you have to ask, you don't want to know.
The nations were all leaving their Hotel Rooms together because they had never been to this country before. They had never even seen the one who owned this nation, and needless to say, many were nervous. They didn't even have any idea where they were going, and the only thing they had to go by, was hand written directions, and no one recognized it. They passed the Hallway several times, before they realized that the Curtain on the wall was the sign of where to go. It took them several minutes, before they found the destination.
"... So then..." Three girls looked up at the nations who entered the room. Estonia, Japan, and Hungary apologized. Japan spoke up. "We are looking for our Meeting."
"Wait!" they had begun to turn around, and when they looked back, the one farthest away, at the very head of the table, stood a dark haired girl, hair falling loosely to her waist. Her Dark Blue dress, moving with every move she made. It was tight against her, showing off all her curves, and the bottom part flowing. The neckline was a "V" cut, and was a bit low, but not too revealing. "You are looking for the Meeting of the Nations, am i correct?"
"Hai, we are."
"So, you do know directions. I was beginning to think all of you were as stupid as America and didn't know directions."
"Are you Siberia?" Hungary asked, not sure if she met Siberia or not.
"Do you really not know Geography? I'm Serbia, not Siberia. Siberia is in Russia."
"Oh, I apologize. We didn't know where we were going so we all were lost."
"All of you were lost?" Serbia asked, as the nations all came in one by one, until America walked in.
"Mila?" He was puzzled.
"Alfred?" Serbia was in complete shock.
"What are you doing here!" they both asked at once, "I'm a nation! What! No!"
"So we can both be heroes together again!" Alfred exclaimed.
"In your dreams douchebag!"
"You're not still mad about that are you?"
"You left me in the snow, in the middle of nowhere after you dumped me!"
"But you lived nearby!"
"I got hypothermia and frost bite!"
England got irritated, and pushed the American, "Start moving you git!"
"Arthur?" The Englishman stopped, staring at the one on Mila's left. She had Black hair, down to her Waist, and wearing the same kind of Dress as Mila except her's was a dark Red.
"Darija..." Darija humphed and then turned to face forward. At that Time, America tried getting a seat up Closer, but failed, getting a seat half way down the table. England had tried to do the same thing, but ended up towards the end next to France. four seats were left open. Soon enough, Russia came n, sitting down followed by an "Aru!" behind him and China taking the seat beside him.
"Yao. So you too are a Nation? I should have known that when Arthur, and Alfred walked in." The third and final girl said. She wore a white sun dress, with yellow, blue and red flowers all over it. She had short dark hair that came to the middle of her neck. She closed her eyes, and listened as Mila continued before Yao could say anything. "Now that we are here..."
"Sorry! The bastard decided to get us more lost because he had to use the bathroom." Lovino replied, walking in with Antonio behind him.
"It's okay, Lovi. It's nice to see a friendly face."
"Hey! you're actually hosting this year Mila?"
"Yes, sadly. My nation felt it was our turn to host a meeting so here we are. I would much rather skip it watching that show you got me hooked one. We can Discuss that later, right now, buisness."
All three girls felt a few sets of eyes on them, but Mila ignored it as being her the spokesperson at that moment, and they were being respectful of that. "Fran, have i missed anything on Behalf of Montenegro?"
"Nie."
"Darija, Have i gotten everything on behalf of Croatia?"
"Da."
"Any questions?" she asked aloud. Several hands went up, and Mila had a bad feeling about this. "You with the long wavy blond hair. What's your name?"
"My name, is Francis Bonnefoy. i am.."
"France. Yes we know. What input do you have on this matter?"
"Actually, i have another matter i would like to discuss."
"You may proceed Mr. Bonnefoy. You now have the floor." Mila sat down, pulling her dress towards her as she sat, and Francis stood up. He started walking around the table, and he looked deep in thought. He stopped behind Darija, turned her chair around so she was facing him, and he got down on one knee, taking her hands into his. "Ma Cherie! Your own beauty exceeds my own! I would love to take you on a date!"
"You Bloody git! Get away from her! I saw her first!" Arthur ran up to the frenchman, grabbing him by the collar, and they were arguing at each other.
"QUIET!" A german accented voice yelled through the argument. "This is not the time to be confessing love to a lady! This is buisness time!"
"Oh, Ludwig! You have no class when it comes to L'amour! my heart is wounded."
"Thank you Mr. Bielschmidt."
"SOME ONE CALL MY AWESOME ASS!" A white haired man barged in.
"Awesome? Hardly. Only an Asshole would barge in like that. I take it you are the former Kingdom of Prussia."
"You damn right! Prussia is in the house!"
"And Prussia is getting thrown out of this house!" Mila walked over, and started shoving the nation out of the door.
"Hey, how about you get thrown out with me?"
"Never in a million years!" She got him to the door, lifted a heeled foot, and kicked the Prussian out of the rest of the way out of the door. she slammed the doors closed and locked them. She sighed, wondering when this meeting would be over. She ran a hand through her hair, messing it up slightly, sighing again and turning to walk back to her seat. Her arm was grabbed, and when she turned to look, she saw long blond hair, a curl sticking out in the front. "You're Canada, correct?" she asked. He looked up, a bit shocked.
"Qui. I am."
"Then please, tell me what it is so we can move on."
"Will you go out with me?"He nearly whispered, but Mila heard what was said, and so did America astonishgnly.
"My little brother is not dating her!"
"Why not!" Matthew shouted, but was at normal level.
"Because only the hero can have her but the hero don't want her, and she's no good for you!" As they continued to bicker at each other, Mila walked back to the front where fran and Darija was. Fran had walked towards the doors to the balcony, opening them up, tired of hearing China whine that he made a mistake leaving her. Roderich had followed her, and at the same time, Elizavetta came up to Mila, "I have someone for you to meet!" and grabbed her hand, dragging her away.
"Sister!" Mila shouted, reaching for her hand, scared now. Darija stood, about to head for her, but was grabbed by England and France, both arguing over her again. Fran seemed to be having a decent conversation with Roderich, until she started twitching about being near him now. Ludwig could be seen, his eye twitching, and his whole body shaking. Elizavetta pulled Mila in front of a short black haired man, and soon she found out it was Kiku Honda, also known as Japan. Mila looked around for Darija frantically, and Kiku, sensing her distress, lead her to Darija. With that, he was able to pull Darija away from the bickering nations, was able to get a hold of Fran, and began ushering them out of the room, just as Ludwig stood and shouted for silence. the door closed, loudly and everyone looked to Japan, who stared blankly at everyone.
Said Nations were just running out of the building, before they stopped and caught their breaths. Mila was down on her knees, hands holding her upper body up, Darija the same position, and Fran, was leaning against the building. "M...m...Monsters!" Mila chocked out. The other's nodded, as they slowly gained their breaths and the pains in their sides stopped hurting. Mila and Darija stood, as Fran moved closer, "Go eat at That Old Country Buffet?" they both nodded, and began heading that way.
A little boy dressed in red, and looked like Darija's son, walked in as Ludwig was speaking, and handed the note to said German. "Read aloud to everyone. it is from Ms. Darija Kasun." Opening the note, Ludwig cleared his throat.
"Dear Nations, I just want to say: Hvala, Njemačka, Odjebi ti, Engleska, Francuska, ti si žaba. Amerika ste nesvjesni idiot, prestati s pokušajima da se pretvarati da ste heroj." He looked up, "Anyone know what was said?" Natalya stood up, "She said, Thank you Germany, Fuck you England, France you're a frog. America, you're an oblivious idiot, stop trying to be a hero." She sat back down, all smiles. the room was silent a moment, before it went up in an uproar between America, England and France. Ludwig crushed the paper, rubbing his temple with his fingers, feeling a very bad headache coming on.