Guten tag readers! I wish you all a good day and would like you all to know that since it's summer now I shall try to update every few days or so. If it takes longer than that, that's because I actually plan on having a life this summer, so please forgive me for being... awesome :P heheh...

Just so you know, I made up the thing about there being a Geneva conference after the Iraqi war broke out. It was just convenient for me.

Prussia: oh no she didn't!

Me: everyone hide. O_O

Hey! Guess what? I don't own Hetalia!

Yay for Politics!

Verdammt. Germany sighed again, trying to push the day's afternoon out of his mind for the tenth time. Seriously, he was the only country, excluding Japan, that actually had a brain. Today had been special too... today hadn't been any other World Meeting. It was the official first day of the 2001 Geneva Conference. Germany had spent three months. Three freaking months. Well he had always tried to keep his business clean, (especially after WW2) so he could give good reports when the need arose for him to speak. But prior to the conference he spent weeks compiling statistics, information, writing speeches... the list went on and on.

But this morning? Germany groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging the indentations his reading glasses left on the thin skin.

Long story short, Germany got there an hour early (as usual), sat in his predetermined spot, set up all his things, straightened his files (and the already straight name plaque that stated his person) and reviewed his notes one last time for any possible errors. (As if.) This conference was scheduled to last three days at most. Things like this only happened when crap got real amongst the countries. This time, a Muslim extremist group obliterated the World Trade Center. Naturally, America was pissed. Germany couldn't really disagree with the obnoxious blonde. If someone was stupid enough to assault Munich, he would have mounted their heads on a stake in his front yard.

Anyways, the morning hard started off in a wonderfully uneventful manner. Things had been running immaculately, like a beautiful, well oiled machine. All attending nations were present, speech time limits were not exceeded, and so far no petty spats had broke out. And so far everything was running according to schedule. They were going to go ahead and get other problems out of the way, like financial crises and such before they got to America. Basically the entire meeting was everyone telling him 'we support you from waaayyy over here!'. Just because he went and stuck his nose in everyone else's business didn't mean they had to do they same. Germany was in his zone. This conference was go so well and organized it was like he was seeing through a haze of euphoria.

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

When all the nations returned from their 11-12 lunch break, they had worked their way around to the Mediterranean sector and Greece got up to speak. Now you're probably thinking, Why Greece? Whats wrong with Greece? When the easy-going nation stood to talk the only subject that came out of his mouth was about the ensuing financial ruin his country was drowning in. He began to ask, no beg, the first world countries to help him out, and not let him fall under. On this comment five countries bolted to their feet at once, America overpowering the others by sheer volume.

"Whoa! Hang in there a minute bro! We've dumped millions of dollars on y'all and you're still screwed! And if you didn't notice I'm kinda going through a recession too! It's totally not cool to go asking the big guys for handouts when we've already tried to do our best!" he squawked at the tan skinned country. The others shouted their agreement.

Germany was actually impressed that came out of America's mouth. But it was very true, and the stress the younger country was going through made one prone to outbreaks. Shortly after the bespectacled nation put his two cents in, pandemonium ensued. Several other nations followed suit with America, getting up and yelling at the poverty-stricken Greece. After that other countries that were drowning in debt and other devastating circumstances, like Romania and Macedonia, got up and butted in that they needed a hand too, they way Liechtenstein was cared for by Switzerland. Basically they were whoring themselves out.

Somewhere around the middle of this, Germany's ticking began to act up. His eye, his upper lip. He could feel a yell and a profane string of German words welling up in his throat. Easy... he kept trying to take deep breaths, even when they got misdirected by his anger, and he choked on them. Counting to thirty twice, he got moderate control of himself. Self-help books were amazing.

"Verdammt dummkopfs..." he said under his breath, rising from his chair. Some of the meeker countries noticed it stopped arguing immediately and sat down, but America, England, France and China were in a very heated argument with some of the Middle-eastern and Scandinavian countries. The blond nation was trying very hard to stifle his OCD-wrath, and let it go. He knew there was only one thing he could do from here on out. Germany gathered his things and left.

So now here he was, all by his lonesome in his great big house with a child psychology book in his lap, which he hoped might help him understand the things that go on in Italy's head, lounging on his favorite leather couch. The sweet sound of silence filled the spacious expanse and Germany went back to his chapter on thought processes. Honestly, he was very proud of himself today in the board room. Italy had been telling him he needed to chill out more, and though Germany didn't agree with everything the smaller man had tried to persuade him to, he could see where he was coming from when Italy said he was to high-maintenance. But still... he was still extremely irked how immature all the other countries behaved. Not surprised, mind you, but pissed. All of his preparation, how well things had been going... He didn't even get to speak!

The blond sighed yet again and turned the page. Halfway through a section about imprinting, the front door opened and two different salutations were shouted at once:
"Yo West? We're back squirt!" Where the hell had Prussia been?

"Doitsu, I'm home!"

Germany cringed and closed his book. There would be no more peace in this house for the rest of the night. Closing the text, he placed his glasses beside it and raked his fingers through his limp hair.

"Hey guys," he replied lethargically, getting up from his beloved sofa to great the arrivals.

"Ve, Germany! You really should have see the fight after you left! France sucker-punched-" the brunette continued to babble away as he threw his arms around Germany's waist in a death grip. If only he would display that kind of strength in training... he patted the smaller man's head, tuning out his rambling. In truth, Germany was very glad he hadn't been there to witness the political catastrophe. Prussia breezed past them all without a word, up to abuse the infinite resource the internet was, no doubt.

And in through the door came Japan talking animatedly with a young woman in Japanese. Oh great. Now there's someone else in my house... "Italy what have you done?" Germany muttered to the Italian, still attached to his waist.

"Oh, ve! You need to meet her Germany! You'll like her so much!" Italy grabbed the larger man's hand and tugged him to his own foyer.

Japan and the strange woman broke conversation momentarily when the small Asian offered to take her jacket (She was wearing a very professional skirt-suit which Germany approved of,) and they turned to see Italy and Germany. He finally got a good look at the intruder. She was relatively tall, had green eyes, wavy blond hair (which had the look of being cooped up in a bun all day) and gold rimmed glasses. Judging by her body, Germany formed the opinion that she was in some way related to Ukraine. Her piercing eyes flicked over him and Germany was grateful for the dim lighting in the foyer to hide his blush. He was greeting this lady in a black undershirt and the pair of red boxers Italy had given him for Christmas one time.

After a moment of awkward silence the woman broke the silence, "Guten tag, you're Germany," it wasn't a question. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard quite a lot." she smiled warmly, but shot a look at Italy. Germany wasn't surprised at this. Knowing the other man, he didn't shut up the whole way home. The woman stuck out her hand to shake, which happened to be customary in his country. It could have easily been a coincidence, but the tall man had a feeling it wasn't. He took her hand suspiciously and shook it. She had a strong grip. Well, alright then. Germany cleared his throat,

"Excuse me, but who exactly are you?" he demanded of the charming woman.

"Oh, how silly of me," she blushed. "I'm the Geneva Conference!"

I wasn't sure when Greece began its downward economic spiral, so for lack of better material, that's what got used.

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