A/N: I wrote this first chapter last year, the week of Black Friday. Needless to say, I promptly forgot about it until now, the new damn year. What the hell, me. This is probably going to be 5+ chapters, depending on how many characters I write into it.

This was supposed to be a normal gathering for the nations.

But naturally, with a meeting held in New York, the day after American Thanksgiving, this wasn't the result.

America, whose stomach seemed to be a little bigger that day ("It's not my fault that turkey is so good!"), had rushed off right after the meeting had ended, claiming McDonald's would be way more crowded than usual if he didn't hurry.

Naturally, this sparked the interest of many nations, who were used to America's rants that dragged long after the meeting had supposedly 'ended'.

England, surprised he didn't have to stop America from blabbering so much, was the first out of the building. In his hurry, he didn't look before he walked out.

"What the- BLOODY HELL, GET OFF ME YOU-"

England's words were swallowed up and he was dragged along the busy crowd, all yelling and pushing as they tried to maneuver their way through through the street. This was definitely not what the country had expected, and if thousand year old reflexes didn't kick in, he would have been trampled.

He stumbled back into the building where he had left, nearly tripping over the Germanic nations standing in the lobby.

"Don't," England gasped out as he collapsed onto Austria, "go out."

"Out where?" Germany questioned, in the middle of discussing economical problems with Switzerland.

England raised a shaky hand and pointed to the store closest to the doors. FOREVER 21, the sign seemed to yell, and below it, ALL ITEMS 50% OFF, ONLY TODAY.

Austria, barely keeping himself upright with England's weight on him, slowly looked up. Silently, he mouthed the words, and his eyes widened.

"Hungary," he called, "Come see this."

Hungary, with Italy hanging off her arm, joined them. "What, Mr. Austria?"

Austria, tapping Switzerland on the shoulder with one hand, mirrored England's pointing with the other. "I think we have some shopping to do."

Hungary and Switzerland turned their heads at the same time, and spoke in unison: "Liechtenstein, we're getting you new skirts."

Hungary pushed a unsteady England to Germany, and scooped Austria up into her arms. Switzerland grabbed his sister's hand, and together the four marched out, absolutely fearless.

Italy, who had been shoved to the side, took his place next to Germany. Both watched in amazement as the four pushed their way out and shoved many civilians aside in their haste.

Head slightly tilted, Italy asked, "Germany, what do we do now?"

Germany sat England down in a lobby sofa and brought his phone out of his pocket. "I believe this calls for a Code Red emergency."

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After a few serious sounding phone calls, Germany turned to Italy, grimacing.

"Backup is coming shortly... Actually, backup is coming now. DUCK!"

Germany tackled Italy to the ground as sounds of expensive glassware being broken filled the air.

One of the figures that had caused the mess spoke. "Yo, West! Heard you needed your big brother's help!"

Germany's mouth turned down in seriousness, and his words were stiff and short. "Yes. Code Red. Affectants: Hungary, Austria, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein. Problem: Sales."

Prussia's smirk widened. "I'm glad I brought the whole crew then." He turned towards his fellow troublemakers. "France, Spain?"

France was bent down next to the sofa, poking and prodding a grumbling and barely conscious England. "We have this perfectly under control."

A smiling Spain had plopped down on the arm of the sofa. "Of course we do! You can trust us."

Germany looked doubtful, but nonetheless said, "Alright, you can go out first. But any problems, call me immediately."

France finally looked up from his position next to the sofa. "Naturally, Big Brother France would never let you down. Oh, and wonderful positioning you have there with our dear Veneziano. I'm sure that is… comfortable."

Realizing that he still had Italy pinned underneath him, Germany sputtered and quickly stood. With pink tinting his face, he cleared his throat and finished his thoughts. "I suppose it would be a good idea to ask the other nations to help. Italy and I can go ask his brother. I trust you three can handle the others?"

Prussia cackled his signature laugh, "What, is that supposed to be hard, West? I thought you trusted your awesome bro more than that! Let's head to the control room, Spain, I bet France can handle England without any help."

France winked. "But of course."

Germany nodded. "Then, Italy, please lead me to where Romano is."

A/N: I'm pretty sure I was batshit insane when I got this idea. Considering the ideas I have for later chapters, that will have be a regular occurrence. Eh, whatever. That's normal for me. Part Two of the introduction coming soon (although that will be a bit of a filler, since the real fun starts later on. Reviews are appreciated!