Sorry my updates take so long, I need inspiration to write these stories. NOW AS A SPOILER. President IS mentioned in this chapter, not for political reasons, but just a minor cameo.
I don't Hetalia!
It was 11:20 A.M. and for the past hour and a half since the meeting began, it has so far gone rather somewhat smoothly, with of course a few of the usual crazy incidents and a couple of new ones.
The first one happened at the start of the meeting after when Germany introduced Sealand as a new observer nation. England responded by yelling and cussing at Germany for two straight minutes, for not telling him about allowing his younger brother to start attending meetings whenever he's invited. Seychelles was pissed at England, but tried not to show it, for treating her crush like that over a little decision he made. Yes she could admit it was a minor inconsideration for Germany to not tell England in advance about Sealand being allowed to come to their meetings. Yet despite getting pissed, she became equally amazed on how Germany just stood there, arms crossed, eyes closed, stern face, and taking in the British rant like it was no big deal.
When Britian finished, he stood there panting, as though as if he relived Agincourt, with his hands on the table.
Germany opened his eyes, "Vould you like to continue?" Was his only response.
"... no." Britain merely answered before sitting down in his chair. Seychelles felt her jaw drop in complete astonishment upon hearing the question and answer.
The second incident that happened was just merely a minor one. Just a no biggie. No big deal indeed. Not even something to worry about.
Belarus burst into the meeting with a knife in one hand and a marriage registration form in the other and with her usual demands of 'Marry me big brother!'
Luckily, she was subdued by Prussia with a full nelson hold for one hole minute, while Switzerland confiscated the sharp object from the insane women, before she even got close to Russia or even harmed anyone else, or caused any property damaged. As usual Prussia bragged about how awesome he was at detaining the incest crazed nation.
Despite the interruptions, the meeting went on with significant progress and managed to pass several resolutions regarding the environment in terms of new policies of supplying and investing in new air pollution control devices that Japan introduced, preservation/conservation of agricultural and natural resources, and cleaning up industrial waste dumps. They, surprisingly, voted unanimously to recognize Sealand as his own independent country or micro nation. Britain sighed in defeat as he raised his hand in agreement. Sealand was so happy that he did a victory lap around the conference room.
They also agreed to add a few new infantry divisions and a couple of armored divisions to their NATO arsenal. Half of which will be sent over to Turkey, incase of increased Syrian aggression that might spill over to Turkey's borders. Proposed by Germany and America.
Speaking of which, when they finished with military affairs, they went to foreign affairs America was given the stand on speaking about Syria, which he has been for at least five minutes.
"And so my fellow nations I ask for you to step up on putting more pressure on the tyrannical Assad regime in Syria! These atrocities that are currently being committed by the regime should never be tolerated or indirectly supported in anyway shape or form! Thats all I have to say dudes." And with that, America sat back down and started eating his third burger today.
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Seychelles sat while she waited as patiently as she could for Germany to start speaking again. It wasn't that she didn't like or thought the other nations' speaking abilities in terms of giving speeches were poor. She had respect for them, she was a fan of Germany's speeches, because unlike some of the other nations, some of their speeches, if its about about themselves, will sometimes be a little narcissistic. Like France, for example, will talk about how gorgeous he is. Germany talks about himself in a more humble honest way.
Germany stood up from his seat as Seychelles focused her entire attention on the person she has been waiting for to start speaking. "Zank you America. Charismatic as usual." Germany complemented.
"However, due to ze latest veto of a possible U.N. rezolution zat vould haff placed sanctions against the Syrian government, ve are unable to do a direct collective action against the regime that would possibly lead to cease fire, the vetoes of course coming from China und... you know who." Germany stated.
There was a nervous yet silent moment amongst most of the other nations in the conference, as they know who Germany was talking about; Russia. Some of them shivered in fear at thought of Russia's boyish, yet evil looking opened mouth smile staring at them one by one. Which he was doing, which made the other nations avert their eyes anywhere else that wasn't Russia.
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The silence and Russia's stare were suddenly broken by the sound of chains either moving against each other or something else, or rather... someone else.
The countries became even more nervous, including Liechtenstein who clung on to her brother for safety, with the exceptions of Sweden, who was was cool as a cucumber the whole time, Germany and Prussia, Austria and Switzerland, who all turned to the very known source of the sounds, and realized it was only a still pissed of Belarus, whom Switzerland, Austria, and Prussia chained, made of Swedish steel, to a chair.
"How dare you question my big brother's decision!?" Hissed Belarus. Her voice sounded icy and venomous.
"...his decisions are absolute you German dog!" She insulted and acting like Germany has some vendetta against her brother.
"Yeah that's right you potato loving bastard! Who made you the Caesar of Europe!?" Yelled Romano who stood up in protest... again.
But Belarus just blew off his support, "Shut up Italian!"
"Yes ma'am!" He said while shrinking back in fear.
'Wow.' Seychelles thought irritably. 'Everyone zeems to be against Germany today. Maybe ah shewd 'it people with my fish if zhey continue zis... OH NON! I'm starten' to sound liak Madame Belarus.'
"Now Germany." Belarus said as the most creepiest and sadistic smile formed on her face. "Kindly remove these chains that are keeping me from my big brother and keeping me from the throat slittings of you, your albino brother, and the cursed Swedish maker of these chains!" Threatened Belarus who was completely unaware of her mistake.
"Ohonhonhonhon. Sounds like somebody needs some company." Said France with his trademark pervert face, putting an arm around the chained up female nation's shoulders, and placing said face a few inches away from the Belorussian's.
Belarus's face became one of expressing absolute horror of being at the mercy of France when he placed his hand on her breast.
"AAAAAAAH! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SMELLY PERVERTED FROG! I will not be sitting here and let you violate me! BROTHER RUSSIA HELP ME!"
"Why so France can rape me instead." Russia happily said with a barely noticeable hint of shame in his tone.
"Ohonhonohonhonhonhon!"
"You know Russia, if your sister ukraine was here in the meeting or if she found out you did nothing to help Belarus, she would scold you endlessly for a week." Estonia whispered into Russia's ear."
"I am knowing that Estonia." Russia felt a little more guilty.
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"So... does anyvon haff any ideas on how to deal vith Syria?" Germany asked wanting to steer the attention away from the somewhat disturbing scene.
"HOW ABOUT WE GIVE THEM PASTA!" Exclaimed none other than Italy, in his very usual cheery tone. Germany face palmed at that, but retracted at the thought of food, in which he muttered to himself about being a little hungry.
"I 'ave an idea. 'ow about we zem love instead? I am ze lover of Europe." Said an arrogant France who had just succeeded in his style of subduing Belarus.
"Oh ja France, your the best lover around here. Especially even after you tried to molest me ze ozer veek, which earned you a broken nose." The blonde nation's tone was clearly sarcastic.
"I have a better idea." Said Britain standing up. "Why don't we have every remaining European businesses, including our embassies, that are operating in Syria, pack up and leave the country and have them come back to Europe and freeze all Syrian assets? And have some of those businesses go to other countries that might want them, the ones that are more democratic of course. Like Turkey for example."
"That's a great idea Britain." Germany complemented.
"Hai I agree! In fact, arr Japanese businesses that are in Syria wirr be removed as werr." Confirmed Japan
"Me and Canada agree!" Cuba said slapping his hand down on his Canadian friend's shoulder who nodded in agreement.
"Alright since I have some supporters for my idea who would like to vote to in approval?" Everyone, with the exception of Russia, China and Belarus, voted for Britain's idea on individual sanctions against Syria.
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"Gute. Bruder, call up the German embassy in Syria and tell them to leave the country vithin drei days."
"Alvready on it!" Prussia with an iPhone to his ear.
"I guess its settled zen. There is no need put it at another vote, debate or have a discussion on how to deal viss zis matter. I trust that you vill all do this individually and vork viss your bosses to see this through." The younger German confirmed.
"Yeah dude take the American way of being a hero's sidekick!" Said Alfred pumping his fist.
"Germany, perhaps we do talk later about me and Boss Medvedev's veto da?" Russia said with his boyish smile but in a slightly menacing tone. Germany stood his ground as he tried not to be intimidated by his formal rival.
His eyes shifted around the room looking for a particular nation. Less than half of a minute passed, his eyes landed on that particular nation.
"Fräulein Seychelles!" Germany shouted for her attention.
Seychelles nearly jumped out of her seat and a let out a small yelp upon hearing Germany's trademark surprise yell. She turned to him only to meet the gaze of his piercing steel blue eyes.
"O-oui?" The young French girl said, trying to regain her composure.
"I have a couple of arms manufacturing companies owned by Heckler and Koch in Syria zat are to be sent back to my country. After zat, I vas going to send zhem to America. But I don't sink zat eizer Mr. Obama or the Pentagon are asking for anymore increases in military spending in the future, vould you like to have them?" Germany asked.
Seychelles felt her cheeks turn pink, and her heart skip a few beats, "I-I don't know what to say."
"Take your time. It's lunchtime anyvays. I believe it's Japan and Italy's turn to make lunch for us." He said.
"Ve! Good! Japan and I made some pasta of all kinds: Pasta with beef, chicken, shrimp, fish, rice balls, escargot (eskärgo/snail), potatoes, wurst, and for you Russia, pasta with sunflower seeds!" Italy exclaimed happily, as cooks and maids placed pots and pans, containing the delicious, and diversified, feast, on a long table. After about five minutes everyone was eating a piece of heaven.
Seychelles placed her hands under her chin as she gazed dreaming lay at Germany.
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"Vest, let us have our beers now!" Prussia grinned while pouring two glass tankards of beer from a wooden barrel.
Germany smirked and sighed softly at the sight and sound of his favorite drink being poured. He sighed again in anticipated relaxation as he took one of the large glass mugs from his older brother. He still held his smile, a soft one though, before his lips made contact with the cool glass and guzzled down almost half of its contents.
Prussia raised his eye brows as he watched his brother chug his beer. Seychelles too, was astonished by the sight. When brought he it back from his mouth, he was out of breath.
"Vow Vest. Didn't know you vere that thirsty." Prussia jokingly said, patting his younger brother on the back.
Sealand came over to the German brothers who were busy drinking.
"Hey misters Germany and Awesome Prussia, could I have some of that totally awesome drink called beer?"
"Vhy, ve be insulted if you didn't!" Prussia said pouring a glass for the small country before handing it to him.
"Sealand what you think you're doing!? You can't be drinking beer! You're too young!" Britian yelled.
"Aww Britian! Its not causing any harm let the kid have a little fun! Come on new nation, drink up!" Prussia ordered patting the young boy on the shoulder who started to drink.
"Hey Germany, I have to ask, if I'm not getting any kick ass gun producing factories what am I gettin' then?" America asked between bites from his beef pasta.
"Don't vorry, you'll get several breweries instead, and a few Volkswagen manufacturing plants."
"Thanks Germany! You kinda had me worried dude, for I thought... Wait! Dont you need those for your country instead?"
"The owners are going into retirement so they sold zem to me."
"Thanks dude!"
"Monsieur Germany I accept your offer!"
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