When Germany Met Panama
or
Meet Your New Stalker!
As part of Canada's social training, the two girls accompanied him to the World Conference to make sure he at least attempted socialization.
This was an important meeting because this was the meeting in which all three of those introverts would extrovert themselves and introduce themselves to the rest of the nations.
London's and Panama's introductions of themselves were highly enthusiastic as per the norm. England remembered that he was associated with London and at the end of Panama's speech Spain jumped up and clapped which was responded to with Panama's angrily thrown leather sandal.
Canada's was met with confusion, questions, and a handful of sudden epiphanies. Even though most of the nations had already met him several times. That was the only social interaction that Canada had until the Aftermath of the meeting. He couldn't bring himself to join into the 'discussions' taking place around him about actual 'issues'.
At the 'Aftermath' of the meeting, all of the countries were mingling about due to the reason that they all had the opportunity to all be in one place at one time.
Canada was standing in the corner talking to Kumajiro about the events of the meeting, his day, and his feelings. The small polar bear listened intently before responding, "Who are you?" causing Canada to have somewhat of an emotional breakdown. Again.
London was trying to remind England that they were indeed related and that he did in fact know her. The stubborn country was refusing to believe this mainly because he honestly couldn't remember her.
Panama was wandering around talking to various people. She was enjoying introducing herself to people and at the moment was having a conversation about cooking with Germany.
America walked in between the two and began to talk to Germany as if he didn't just interrupt a conversation. In fact, he didn't realize he had. This did not bode well with Panama. She tapped him on the shoulder, America turned around confusedly to an incredulous Panama. He responded with "Do I know you?"
The normally easygoing Central American removed her sandal and chucked it at America, angrily shouting, "I'm freaking PANAMA!" The sandal landed, with impact, right in his mouth.
London from a few feet away turned to her friend and easily replied, "Nice shot!" before returning to her conversation.
Turning to Germany, Panama's expression changed almost instantly back into the sweet, easygoing smile she had worn prior to the interruption. "Excuse me for a moment," She said, using a tone that could easily be used to discuss the weather. "I have to go pry my sandal from America's mouth." Turning away sweetly, she skipped off to America, who had been knocked to floor on impact.
She began to tug her sandal out from in between his teeth. Once it was removed and placed back on her foot, she kicked him in the face and then returned to standing next to Germany and their conversation, almost as if nothing had happened.
Germany was staring at the entire scene in awe. When she returned, the words just flew out of his mouth. "I love you." Panama, having not gotten back within full earshot had not fully caught what he said. "Huh?" She asked. "Nothing." He replied quickly, thankful for a chance to use a cover-up.
Meanwhile, London was in the corner trying to stop Canada from crying.
The five band members were sitting back in England's house discussing how this was actually going to work. "Well…" London started, "We need someone to you know… get us gigs and things like that." Everyone eyed her with suspicion. "You mean like… a band manager?" Panama helped her along. London nodded enthusiastically, "Exactly!"
Everyone else nodded in agreement and understanding. England replied with, "Well, it needs to be someone who is logical, polite, well-versed. They also need to know how to use technology well. Oh, and they need to want to do this." Clearly he was still a little bitter about being mostly roped into this.
Everyone's eyes met. None of them had any ideas, especially because three out of five were social recluses. Canada, Panama, and London all looked to America and England. "It's not like we can be much help in the whole 'knowing people' category." London pointed out. "So it's kind of up to you two." Panama finished.
"Well, the most technologically advanced country is Japan… He's also very logical, polite, and very intelligent." England pointed out. "And… if you could get me aboard this crazy idea…"
America jumped up and down and waved his arms, "I'll do it, I'll do it!" With that, he ran to the door, threw it open and began running in the direction of… The wrong direction. England walked to the door and called out, "Isn't Japan's house the other way?"
America stopped on his heels and turned around, "I knew that!" He began running in the opposite direction, towards Japan. "Be right back!"
A few hours later, in Japan
America bursts into Japan's house. The nation in question whips around in surprise before dead-panning, "Oh. You." But following his customs, he bows and politely asks America to take off his shoes which have tracked mud all over the floor.
America not-so-politely ignores him, grabs him by the arm and excitedly exclaims, "You should be our band manager!" Which is met by an utter lack of confusion on Japan's part.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Japan replies, calmly. Maybe America was just having one of his 'spells'.
"Oh yeah, I have to explain stuff… Right…" America mutters before returning to his previous emotional high. "Following my amazing advice, England decided to go through a midlife crisis and now we have a band! And you should be our band manager!"
Japan quizzically looked at America, "Why me?" He had no previous experience with bands or anything of the like, and he had no clue why America and England would want him for a band manager.
"Because…" America faltered seeing as he realized he didn't quite know why. It was either because he honestly didn't understand or just wasn't paying attention. Probably both. "Because that's what we decided."
Japan decided to humor America. Mostly to get him to be quiet and to get him out of his house. "Alright, I consent." He didn't expect America to grab him by the arm again and begin dragging him out of his house back towards England's house.
A few hours later, in England
"See? I told you it was this way." Japan told America as they approached England's house. He kept a smile on his face as his way of remaining polite and courteous even though his host was not.
"Whatever!" America replied as they entered the door way of the waiting group. "We found it eventually." Japan had to almost physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He found it was quite trying to keep his calm, cool demeanor while around America.
The band members inside welcomed Japan warmly and Panama and London pushed Canada forward again, "Say hi." They quietly urged, "Oh and him tell him the news."
Canada cleared his throat shyly before attempting to speak. "H-hello, Japan." He bowed as heard that was custom. A sharp poke in the back reminded him of the other news. "O-oh! America, while you were gone, we thought of a band name…"
America raised his eyebrow and asked, "Well, what is it?", expecting something lame and very British.
In unison, London and Panama told him the name of the band. "Everything Explodes!" America's face brightened considerably. "Okay, that is fucking AWESOME!" He screamed as he high-five the two girls.
Japan had tuned out the entire conversation. His mind was wrapped up in thoughts about the peculiar boy who had said 'hi' to him earlier. 'Do I know him…?'