It was an early Saturday morning, say 7:00-ish. The sun was shining and it left a slightly warm feel in the air. France was at home in his bathroom, admiring himself through the mirror, when his cell phone rang. He let the music play for a few seconds before answering.
"Bonjour! This is France. What woul-"
"ANKI!" shouted the other nation on the phone. It was Korea.
"UGH! Korea! Are you trying to make me deaf!? What do you want?" France asked, slightly puzzled.
"AN- wait. France? Where's Anki?!" screamed the hyper country.
"Ahh, Korea. I'm not too sure where 'Anki' is," France sighed. "And frankly I'm not too sure who exactly this 'Anki' is, but I'm guessing it's China…" he mumbled.
"Ok, ok. France," Fear struck his voice. "Listen to me very carefully."
France nodded with a "mhmm" to follow. "Ok Korea, shoot!"
There was a pause, then a sigh. 'Korea sounded worried, and why did he call me?' thought France. As Korea told him what he had to say, France dropped the phone, shocked, and his mouth was gaped.
"France, hello?" mumbled Korea.
France picked the phone back up then said "K-Korea! When did this happen?!"
"Last night…"
France mumbled something. "Crap. I will inform the others! I'll gather another meeting!"
"Ok, and hurry! Da-ze~!" Korea pleaded.
About an hour later
"France! Why the bloody hell are you calling me so early in the morning, you wanker!" England screamed, obviously France's call woke him up.
"Mon ami, this is very important. So please call the others, we need to have a meeting right away!" France said.
"Why the- fine, but only because you said it was of importance. Now then, where and when will we meet?"
Of course, France hadn't thought of that yet. He paused.
"France? Are you still there?" England asked.
"I-I-I don't know! Uh, we'll meet at, um, America's! At, err, by noon!" he responded.
England sighed, "Fine fine. I'll call Germany, Italy, China, and Spain. You call Russia, Japan, and America, got it?"
"Oui." France paused. Then realized something wrong. "Wait! England! Before you-" but England had already hung up. France sighed, then began dialing the number of the next nation.
Around noon at America's Conference Hall
"Why where we dragged here?" asked Germany, in a calm tone.
"Ve~. Maybe big brother France just wants to spend time with us!" suggested Italy, happily. "I highly doubt that, Italy." he responded.
"Hey, dudes! Why didn't he just make it at his place?" asked America.
"Who knows, aru." said China tiredly.
"Dammit Spain! Why'd you have to bring me here!" yelled a very angry, cranky Romano.
"Ahh, why not relax, my little tomato?" said Spain.
"I agree with Spain, relax Romano, da?" Russia said with a smile. Romano grid his teeth. "Stop calling me that, you bas-"
"If were still questioning on that frog France," England interrupted, "where is he? He's late to his own meeting!"
Talking filled the conference room. "Hey, guys. Where's Japan?" Italy asked, concerned. Everyone looked around.
"Oh my-, I hope France didn't rape Japan!" England said.
All eyes where on England. "Oh mein Gott…" Germany spoke quietly to himself while face palming.
America stood. "As ridiculous as that sounds, we all know how France can be…" Everyone exchanged looks. "He better not have done anything to my little brother, or I'll get my wok on him, aru!" protested China.
"I'm sure he isn't doing that!" Spain spoke willfully. Everyone was now staring at him. "Well, where else would he be? Besides, Japan's never late to a meeting." England said.
"Maybe he's sick, da?" spoke Russia. Romano groaned.
"Who cares! I just want-a go home! Spain! Bring me home dammit!"
Suddenly France ran into the room. He was panting heavily and sweating, as if he ran there. His face was pale.
"What the bloody hell got to you?" asked England.
"I-it's horrible! This is j-just, I-it-" "Control yourself and spit it out already! Your gonna pass out! Geez…" snapped Germany. France took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The color on his face was still light. "I-it's Japan," he paused. Everyone stared at Japan's seat and then back at him.
"H-he was hit with a powerful earthquake last night."
Everything stopped. No bickering, no whispering, nothing. Even Russia's eerie smile was wiped off his face. America, however, seemed to be the most shocked. His face paled and all he could think about was if his best friend was ok.
"H-he'll be alright, right?" America questioned. "He's been through earthquakes before!"
"Oui," France spoke, a little calmer than before, "but it was recorded almost 9.0, and many were killed." he paused.
"Well it's not like one earthquake could've just…" then America trailed off into his thoughts. 'What if…'
France sighed. He had everyone staring at him. "He wasn't even found yet…" Everyone's eyes widened. Worry and concern filled the room.
"Ve~! No! Why Japan!" Italy sobbed.
"Oh no! This can be, aru…!" China yelled.
"This is… just horrible…" Germany mumbled. Chatter instantly scattered the conference room, but America was the only one silent.