[Authors Note: Thank you very much to Rocketman1728 for favoriting and reviewing, to Stardust98 for reviewing and adding this to their Story Alert, to lancecorporaldororo for reviewing and favoriting, to SOME ONE YA DONT KNOW for adding this story to their Story Alert, to Alice Vargas for adding this to their Story Alert, to New Berlin foor adding this to their Story Alert, to GhostQueen11 for adding this to their Story Alert. It means so much to me to know that people actually like this story, I was very reluctant about publishing it because I thought nobody would like it.
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Alison spent the entire week at Maddie's house to help her prepare for her soon-to-be slumber party, or sister's weekend, depending if anybody showed up. It would take place this Friday and last until Sunday evening, and there was a lot of prep-work to be done.
The first thing Maddie did was cook some dinner for herself and Alison, which they ate at the coffee table in the living room while Maddie typed up a guest list on her laptop. "Who should I invite?" She asked, poking at a French fry with her fork.
Alison swallowed a big gulp of Coke. "How about Japan?" Maddie nodded and typed down Japan's name. She paused for another minute, this time, to take a bite out of her cheeseburger. "I'm going to invite Ukraine." Alison froze. "Please, whatever you do, don't invite Belarus!" Both girls shivered at the thought.
"Okay. So Japan, Ukraine... Belgium?" Alison suggested. Maddie nodded and typed it down. This went on for another fifteen minutes before they moved onto something else. "Let's just check to make sure we got everyone." Maddie cleared her throat and listed: "Japan, Ukraine, Belgium,Taiwan, Italy and Romana, Liechtenstein, Seychelles... anyone else?"
Alison hummed. "I can't think of anyone..."
Maddie saved the document and closed her laptop. "How are we going to invite everyone? I can't do it at the next meeting..."
"Why not? It's being held in that hotel near the McDonald's in your country, right?" Alison questioned, licking the ketchup off of her hotdog. "Well... yes, but, don't you think it's kind of rude to start handing out invitations when more than half of the countries aren't invited?"
"No."
Maddie rolled her eyes at Alison's blut voice.
"Well I do."
"You're way to nice for your own good, Maddie. I don't know why nobody visits you." Maddie tried to understand if that was a compliment or an insult; with Alison, it could've gone either way. After a few minutes of discussing, it was decided that Maddie would just text the other female nations and invite them.
The next World Meeting was being held in Toronto on Thursday so instead of driving back to New York, Alison decided she would just stay with Maddie and wear some of her clothes, because when she opened her suitcase, she saw that she only packed three pairs of panties and bag of Cheesies.
On the day of the meeting, Maddie was sitting on the sofa in the living room, scratching Kumajiro behind the ears (he returned home a few days ago), waiting for Alison to change into one of Maddie's pencil skirts and a blouse.
"You don't have anythig else I can wear? It's so stiff!" Alison complained as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing the pencil skirt, but instead of the blouse, she opted for wearing the Superman T-shirt that Maddie washed for her and her beat up old Converse.
Maddie stared at her in disblief. "Where's the blouse and pumps I left for you?" Alison plopped down on the sofa next to her and put her feet up on the coffee table. "They don't fit right."
"Which one?"
"Both." Alison said,"The shoes fit but they're tight and uncomfortable and the blouse is too big in the boobs." She suddenly pouted, "Yours are bigger..." Maddie left Alison and Kumajiro on the couch while she went to find a pair of ballet flats for Alison and by the time it took them to go to the nearest store and buy her a blouse, they were already half an hour late for the meeting.
Maddie cursed and swore in French as she weaved in and out of traffic, nearly hitting several other cars and a group of elderly people crossing the street. Alison was cheering her on with her head stuck out the passenger side window.
"That was fun!" Alison exclaimed upon arriving at the hotel. Her hair, which used to lay flat against her back was wind-swept and messy but she didn't seem to mind, or at least, she didn't notice. The near-twins walked into the hotel together and after showing their passes to a security guard, who gapped in awe (after all, he was meeting the personification of his country), and allowed them into the conference room.
