----Part Two----

"Wow..."

Wales was standing before the door to the Allies conference room, overflowing with excitement. This would be the first time she had met anyone outside of her brother and America (whom she had met less than 24 hours ago).

"Yes, I agree. It certainly is an amazing door." America commented, turning to Wales with a smile. "So 're we gonna open it any time soon?"

"Aye."

"Okay then," said England as he pushed open the door, "Welcome to the conference room."

The first thing she heard was an extremely unusual accent addressing her brother. "England, your finally here; took you long enough."

"Go bother someone else you bloody wa-" he paused in mid-insult glancing at Wales, "Just, get lost obnoxious git."

The man England was talking to at the moment had long wavy blond hair. He wore a bright flashy costume with a blue jacket and red pants.

The guy noticed Wales standing behind England and was immediately intrigued. "Who might zis cute little devil be? Zat, euh, Sealand fellow maybe?" He took a step closer to her before being shoved away by England.

"Um, Brother, who is Sealand? America mentioned him once before too." Wales asked. Despite the almost hungry looks France was giving her, Wales remained oblivious; looking at England questioningly.

"Sealand is just this loser twit who isn't even a real nation. He's gone and sold himself on e Bay; I think he lives with Sweden and that other fellow now. His only good quality is that he inherited some of my extraordinary good looks." He led Wales to a seat next to his and sat down. "Don't pay attention to anything that... guy (if he even qualifies), says. Everything that comes out of his mouth is complete rubbish."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Hey Lil' England! You said you wanna meet everyone right?" America sat in the chair next hers, flipping it around so that while the back of the chair was facing her, he wasn't.

"Yes, of course."

"Then lets get started." He pointed at the flashy man who had just started an argument with England over what Wales understood to be cooking. "That is France. He's a real perv, so I suggest you keep some distance."

"What's a 'perv'?"

"Uh, Never mind. And him over there," he pointed to a fairly large guy sitting at the table. He was dressed very warmly, a huge coat and scarf. "is Russia. He canbe nice, I guess, but he still creeps me out. A lot. Don't get on his bad side, it's scary. Oh, and beware of the pipe. I don't see it now, but I'm sure he has it somewhere..."

Wales walked over to Russia and greeted him with a smile. "Hello; my name is Wales. I'm Britannia's sibling."

He looked up at her with a friendly smile across his face, "I see the resemblance. Hello Wales." After a moment of thought he added, "Hmm, maybe you'd be useful in the kitchen with Lithuania. It is time we found a fresh replacement for Latvia..."

"Ah, well nice meeting you." Wales hurriedly scurried over to America. "He was nice, though the things he said were quite odd."

"Euh, so mon bonhomme, how can such a cute morsel be related to an idiot like zat?" France walked back toward them, leaving England with his boiling temper. "Say, how old are you little one?"

"Hello Mr. France. My name is Wales; I am about a thousand years old, but for all intensive purposes more like fifteen. Britannia is my brother." Wales answered, scooting a little closer to America and a little further away from France.

"Call me brozer France, S'il vous plait. Fifteen eh? France loves ze cute innocent children!" he placed his hand on her shoulder , causing her to involuntarily flinch. "Nice to meet you!" after which he walked away snickering under his breath, "Pfbt... Britannia... ha..ha..."

Wales turned to America with a confused look on her face. "He seemed nice, but I didn't understand half of what he was saying. Why did he call me a morsel? Doesn't that mean something to eat?"

"Yeah, you need to be careful of that French bastard; the second you turn your back he'll steal ya' away and take ya' back to 'is lair. So..." America pulled Wales onto his lap. "The safest thing for ya' t'do is stay right here."

"Hey! Get your bloody hands off her!" England walked over to where America had his sister and pulled him up by the scruff of his bomber jacket. "I believe its about time the meeting started."

America sighed. "Whatever, spoil my fun. But I guess you're right." He got up an walked over to the blackboard at the front of the room. "Okay everyone, as the all-powerfully awesome leader of the allies, I declare this meeting officially started."

"Hmph. Leader of the Allies my as-"

"England; there 're children present." America cut him off. "Which brings me to the first order of business. For those of ya who're too dense to notice, we have a guest. Lil' England?"

In response to being called, Wales stood up and gave everyone in the room a polite smile. "Hello. My name is Wales. I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you."

"Would you like to become one with Russia, little one?"

"Umm... what is it, 'to become one with Russia'?" Wales asked cheerfully oblivious. The purple-ish aura around Russia didnt seem to be giving her any hints.

"No, she does not want to become one with Russia. Leave her alone." England could already tell that this was going to be a long, long meeting.

China stared at her in awe, "Wow... I didn't know you could do that -aru. Too bad it doesn't look anything like you America -aru. "

"What the hell are you talking about?" England asked.

"It's yours and America's right -aru? Technology these days is amazing -aru..."

England was too utterly shocked to reply. He just stood there, staring at China like he couldn't believe what he just said. And he couldn't. So America spoke for him, "Um... no. England is Wales' brother... She's not our kid...." To himself he thought, 'that would be kinda cool though...' (wth?)

Wales wasn't sure what to say, so she sat back down in her seat a tad red in the face.

America smiled awkwardly and continued with the meeting. "Okey-dokey then, so let's go over the plan one more time, China 'll be my support, Russia 'll be..."

Wales leaned in to whisper to her brother, "What is the meeting about?"

This seemed to jolt England out of his shocked state. He replied,"Well, you see, there is currently a war going on between the Allies, that's us five, and the Axis: Italy, Germany, and Japan. The meeting is concerning war strategy, but we aren't getting anywere with that idiot's absurd ideas." England glanced at America and rolled his eyes. "You see, he isn't very good at things at require thought."

"Hey! I heard that! And I'll remember it tonight too, when you're gonna wanna-"

"The crab is done -aru!" China proudly held up his completed dish.

"I want some!"said France.

England had had just about enough of the tomfoolery. "We need to be serious here!" He stood up from his seat in preparation to yell at everyone. "Even if our enemies are a lot of idiots, we need to come up with legitimate plans! Trying to be the damn bloody hero, America, will not do us any good!"

France cupped his hands with his ears, "Ha, only Englishmen can be zis loud..."

"Shut up you bloody French bast- eh?"

"Um, Brother?" Wales tugged at the bottom of England's jacket. "May I go out for a moment? The yelling is hurting my ears." She had one hand cupped over an ear and a pleading look on her face.

"Uh, Wales, I just got carried away that's all, it wont happen again."

"No, I think it's best you go," America cut in, "He'll be at it again in less than a minute." When she looked a bit indecisive he reassured, "It's okay, go on. You're not missin' much."

With that she hastily left the conference room. Closing the door behind her, she sunk to the floor overwhelmed. "So loud..." she sighed. "Brother is so... energetic when he is with his friends."