Author's note: ok, here's the second chapter in this wonderful fun time fanfic. I'm thinking it will end up being about three or four chapters long, but we'll just see how everything works out okay? Anyway, last chapter kind of served as a prologue of sorts, here comes the good plot progressing stuff…I hope. Let's get going!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…

Matthew sighed as Ivan pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the building the G8 was being held. Ivan had insisted on driving earlier that morning, despite not having a rental car. It feels strange riding shot gun in my own car thought Matthew, but perhaps it's for the best. After all, if any of the other nations saw them driving they'd probably flip out at the sight of a car "driving itself" (Alfred would probably deduce that ghosts were involved and proceed to scream and cry obnoxiously while suffocating poor Kiku in a vice-like hug). Canada shut the door behind him, jumping a little at the unexpected "thunk!" that followed. It wasn't that difficult to hide their relationship, really. No one even noticed when Matthew was around, let alone that he and Ivan shared rides to meetings, sat next to each other constantly and were always talking during breaks. Sure, Ivan often looked like he was hallucinating and talking to an imaginary friend, but the others nations decided to ignore it (really, they were already accustomed to Arthur's "special friends", nothing tops Mint Bunny and Captain Hook as far as strange delusions go). It was kind of nice though, to have the relative privacy that his invisibility warranted. Matthew still felt bad about hiding the truth from Alfred though. His oblivious twin would never figure it out that he was dating Ivan, but his guilty conscience always nagged him whenever he was around his brother. I feel terrible not telling Al, he thought gloomily, but the cons far outweigh the pros on this one…

As Matthew walked towards the double doors of the building, he looked over at his Russian lover. Ivan had a strange expression on his face, one that seemed to reflect a plan of sorts being mulled over continuously in the Russian's mind. Ivan was….planning something? Something in his look reminded him of the past. From their time as allies in WWII perhaps? It kind of reminded Matthew of the looks Ivan would frequently give the Baltic Trio back in the day (and still sometimes does, even if Matthew tries to ignore it). There was a flicker of want in Ivan's expression. The want to possess.

"Are you seriously thinking of seizing someone again?" Canada suddenly burst out in shock.

"….da….?"

"Because you've got that look on your face and if you're going to be focusing on forcing other countries to be one with you again… I…I don't know what I'll do, but…" Matthew's voice grew quieter and quieter as he rambled on.

"Da, Matvey…I wasn't planning on attempting to annex anyone…" Ivan said softly.

"Oh."

"Da."

"Disregard what I just said then," Matthew sighed.

"I was planning something else though," Ivan chuckled, watching his cute Matvey's flustered antics.

"O-o-oh, and what is that?" Matthew asked, stuttering and still embarrassed from his earlier outburst.

"It's a surprise," Ivan said, smiling down at the Canadian, "A special present for you."

"Don't tell me!" Matthew cried softly, "Then it won't be a surprise!"

"Don't worry, Matvey, I am sure that you will never guess what I am planning…" Ivan chuckled again, thinking of how wonderful this plan of his was.

"Well, okay then… I can't wait to be surprised I guess," Matthew mumbled, "Er, will you help me prepare the meeting room?" Host country duties called.

"Of course, подсолнух," Ivan replied with a smile.

Well that meeting could have gone better.

The summit started in an orderly fashion: Ludwig, as always, took control, expertly explaining the rules of hand raising, time limits and not talking over others while simultaneously rejecting Feli's pleas for "pasta~" over and over. Miraculously, the group listened with quiet attention (except for Feliciano and Alfred, who instead started to doodle on their paperwork and pass notes back and forth) as Ludwig concluded the rules and went on to take his turn discussing issues.

And then the whole thing went to hell.

Germany's calm and precise speech was abruptly cut short by loud banging noises coming from outside the meeting room door. Sounds of chairs and garbage cans falling over could be heard as well as several cries of "Oh shit!" and "Fuuuuck…." Suddenly, the double doors burst open to reveal a very wobbly, very loud, very drunk Gilbert.

"Bruuuuuuuuder…." Gilbert slurred, "I wanna be part of the meeting too! How could you forget this awesomeness at home?" He started to cackle a bit, lurching to the side as he almost tipped over. Gilbird flapped wobbly around his owner's head, peeping every now and then.

"Gilbert, why are you here?" Ludwig growled, grumbling something that sounds suspiciously like 'who let you out of the basement?' under his breath.

"Because," Gilbert yelled, almost falling again, "BECAUSE… Because…"

"Honestly Bruder, how can you be this drunk before noon? Maybe you should—" Ludwig was cut short by his brother's drunken yells.

"How could you leave the AWESOME ME at home?" Prussia cried, "I'm still important! I'm still AWESOME!"

Ludwig let out a sigh that sounded quite like oh my freaking god not again…' and attempted to calm his inebriated brother, "Gil, losing your status as a nation doesn't make you any less…"

"Shuddup, just SHUT UP!" Prussia screamed, teetering dangerously from side to side, "I'm awesome…you don't know…YOU DON'T KNOW! I was a knight, West, a KNIGHT! I was so great! I beat the crap of Austria! I was…I am…I…"

"I know, Bruder, now can you please leave—" Germany pleaded.

"I LIVE IN MY LITTLE BROTHER'S BASEMENT!" Prussia wailed, bursting into tears.

"All right, bruder, you're done. We're leaving right no—"

"My life is nothing but video games and alcohol!" Gilbert continued to sob.

"Maybe you should lay off the latter…" Ludwig muttered as he started to drag his brother out of the room.

"My usefulness is defined by grocery shopping and ERRANDS!"

"You do neither of those, bruder…" Ludwig growled as he slammed the conference room doors. The rest of the nations stared blankly at each other as shouts continued to leak into the room, barely muffled by the door.

"No! NO! I don't want to go to the hotel. NOOOO!"

"I don't KNOW what I ATE today… SHUT UP…. NO I DON'T WANT ANY WATER!"

Sobbing could be heard as well as one last wail: "WHY, RODERICH, WHYYYYYY!" the front door slammed and everything was silent. The remaining seven nations started blankly at each other, silently wondering what the hell just happened.

"May be we should…" Matthew tried to suggest them taking a short break to wait for Ludwig, but his brother decided to take advantage of the shocked silence.

"Ok, so let's talk about my super awesome idea!" Alfred bellowed, bounding to the front of the room, "I call it the Supreme Genetically Mutated Whale with Rockets Attached Plan of Awesome!"

"That one's going into the top ten…" Arthur muttered while scribbling a note on his 'Idiotic Things That Have Come out of Alfred's Mouth' list.

"So! This is like a, plan for the future incidents or something like that…" Alfred continued happily, ignoring (or, more likely, not noticing) Arthur's actions, "It so, like, if…uh, for example, someone's oil company decides to do something really stupid…and that someone's company drills way too deep in someone else's gulf and uh-oh! that someone's company takes months to fix the BIG GIANT MESS THEY MADE!" Alfred went on, glaring pointedly at Arthur every time he mentioned the mysterious "someone".

"Alfred, I hope you're not implying what I think you're implying…" Arthur growled, only to be ignored by his former colony.

"Yeah, so, if that ever happens again, here's what we can do: we just have to get a genetically enhanced, mutant superhero whale with laser vision… then we attached underwater rockets and…"

"What is wrong with you, you bloody git? I never heard such bollocks in my life!" Arthur yelled slamming his fist into the table.

"Shut up! My plan is super awesome, because I'm the her—"

"If you even think of telling us that you're the hero one more bloody time…"

"I'M THE HERO! I'M THE HERO!" America cackled obnoxiously, his trademark laugh following. Arthur responded with a screech of rage, diving towards the American's throat.

France chuckled while watching the two of them bicker. His enjoyment increased as Arthur began to throttle his former-charge. Next to him, Japan was starting to look traumatized, obviously worried for his American friend's safety. Totally ignoring Kiku's distress, Francis leaned over and whispered (sexily, he might add):

"That England really is a delinquent punk, isn't he?" Before poor Kiku could think of a polite way to say 'Please stop squeezing my thigh, I don't enjoy being molested', Francis was caught in the high-intensity death ray of Arthur.

"What did you just call me, frog?" Arthur hissed, dropping Alfred to the floor.

"I said you were a delinquent!" Francis chuckled as Arthur's rage channeled towards him. "Former delinquent! Former delinquent! Hehheheheeh!" he taunted.

The rest of the countries, sans the apparently passed out Alfred, stared as Britain and France began their usual song and dance. Kiku walked slowly away from the brawl that had started way to close to him and began to check if Alfred was even still alive. Canada was already tending to his brother, but like always, no one noticed. Ivan and Feliciano continued to sit and watch; a happy smile on each of their faces. Ivan seemed amused at the other nations' actions, but Feliciano just seemed like he didn't know what was going on. The "meeting" continued in this fashion for almost an hour, until Italy, of all people took…er, charge…?

"Well, I'm going to go get some pasta!" He said, standing up and walking towards the door, "Let's end this meeting now, okay~" On that note he promptly left. Kiku followed suit, and having determined that Alfred was not dead, left the American on the floor. Deciding there was nothing good in staying after the meeting was adjourned, Arthur and Francis decided to form a temporary truce motivated by their mutual need to visit a bar. Soon the room was empty, save for Matthew and Ivan (as well as the still unconscious Alfred).

"Um, ready to go?" Matthew asked quietly.

"Nyet, please go without me," Ivan replied, "I want to have your surprise by the end of the summit, so I must get to work."

"Oh okay, then," Matthew said, smiling, "I'll just drag Alfred out of here and…"

"Nyet, I will take care of your brother, Matvey. It is no problem," Ivan said, "He may be able to help me as well." Oh he definitely will be able to help me… Ivan thought, inwardly chuckling.

"Alright then, see you at the house," Matthew said, standing on his tip-toes to give his lover a peck on the cheek. He quietly left, closing the door behind him.

Ivan didn't have to wait very long for Alfred regain consciousness. Minutes after Matthew had left room, the American had started to shift, his eyelids fluttering briefly. Lazily, he sat up and began to stretch "Man that was a great nap!" He exclaimed, arms reaching towards the sky.

"What? You were napping the whole time, Alfred?" Ivan asked, surprised.

"Oh yeah, the sound of Arthur's voice can always lull me to sleep, even if he's yelling—wait, what are you doing here?" He snapped, glaring at Russia suspiciously.

"I was waiting for you to regain consciousness so you wouldn't be alone when you woke up," Ivan replied.

"Oh really, you weren't about to rape in my sleep? Tell the truth villain!" Alfred yelled, pointing menacingly at him.

"Of course not, little Alfred…"

"Don't call me little, you're only taller by like, three inches you big douche! And I know you have an ulterior motive, fiend!" The correctness of his latter statement had more to do with luck and paranoia than any skill of perception.

"All right, you have caught me. I do have another reason for staying, Amerika…" Ivan yielded.

"Ha knew it!"

"I was wondering if you would like to get some drinks with me later tonight. I think there's some things we need to talk about that we have…ah, been sweeping under the rug for far too long," Ivan studied Alfred's face as he spoke. No doubt he would understand the things Ivan was hinting at. Their relationship had been forever changed by the big fight they had. His words weren't lies, Ivan really did want to speak with Alfred about it…he just wanted other things too.

Alfred said nothing for a couple a moments. "Meet me at Chester's at five," he finally said, and left the room. Ivan was beaming as he watched him leave.

Phase one complete.

Author fun time:

Urgh, this would have been done earlier but some idiot decided to pull the fire alarm when I was halfway through. The alarm in my dorm is earsplitting! My poor roommate was taking a nap too, such a bad way to wake up!

Anyway, this chapter seems a bit filler-like, but I had fun with it. Here are some notes:

I had to put Prussia in this because I love him. Making him drunk seemed like a good way to do so :D Plus, I like the idea of Prussia secretly feeling inadequate after he dissolves (almost as much as I love the idea of him living in Germany's basement lol). The "why, Roderich, why" part is a homage for people who think Prussia is heartbroken over Austria choosing Hungary over him (instead of the other way around). I just thought it would be funny.

I'm not exactly sure what is discussed at G8 meetings, and furthermore I don't blame the UK for the Bp oil spill, just thought Al would haha.

Подсолнух is apparently "sunflower" according to google translate. Please correct me on any language mistakes (including the use of British slang, because I speak the American English dialect).

Sorry for the long Author's note! Reviews would be loved! Thanks for reading!