So here's part two to 'Remember The World'! Sorry if I take a while to write updates and new stories, I don't have a lot of free time for this. In any case, enjoy~
As the countries strolled up to the building, a scent different from the usual filled their nostrals- the strong stench of burning rubber, which they recognized from the last remodeling. It was concrete being poured, and, apon closer aproach to the building, it was shown that the sidewalk was being relaid. Two representatives were already standing there watching; Feliciano Vargas of Italy and Alfred Jones of America. The Italian had a drunkenly happy grin on (as usual), and Al stood beside him with his hands on his hips looking proudly at the walkway. Each country knew what was going on, as they had already heard Feliciano's suggestion in the previuos meeting.
Feli summoned everyone after the whole congregation was present and started talking, waving his hands in different motions, "All you've got to do is.." He was relaying the instructions, while the other reps listened closely. After a minute or to of this pre-unit, he clapped his hands and did a live demo. Italy knelt down on the ground, keeping his knees away from the wet concrete, and pressed both of his hands into the still moist mixture. He patiently waited for a moment before raising his hands back up and writing beneath the imprints, 'Feliciano Vargas- North Italy- 1861'.
Ludwig, who was standing behind him, smiled a bit and questioned, "I thought you were older than that?"
"Ve, si but I was only my own country that year!"
Everyone laughed, than the edges of the wet sidewalk were being stamped by hand after hand.
"China-senpai, your hair is in the cement..." A Japanese voice said. China responded, "Oh, not again aru!"
Laughing and smiling encased the whole meeting building that day, especially with a less depressing dicussion going on.
Lovino Vargas, who had just begun to press his hands between Feli's and Antonio's, asked America, "Why don't you ever dress-a like a cowboy?"
"Oh yah, si! Americans are all cowboys in-a the movies!" Feli chirped, while Britain and Canada smirked at the slightly embarresed Alfred.
His cheeks tinted a bit pink, Alfred responded, "N-no, that's not true." A grin rose to his ears, "That's like saying all Italians are cooks!"
Ludwig looked at Alfred a bit funny. "They aren't?" Turning to Feliciano, whom the German had always thought represented the inner Italian spirit of cooking.
"No, you-a stupid potato bastard!" Romano glared at Ludwig.
"Und why do you think I like potatos so much?" Luddy replied, returning a playful glare.
Ivan, who had stayed silent until then, bursted in. "Ahaha, yes, why we think these things of others is odd da?" His usual purple aura was still glowing, but maybe a little less bright this time. The Russian, seated next to the quiet Kiku, patted Japan on the shoulder. Shivers ran down the back of Honda, as Ivan continued, "You see, if you all just became one with me I would not be so bad..."
It went on like that for another two hours. Even as the walk was filled with hands, there were still conversations to continue!
And so now, because of one Italian's idea, every country will be remembered.
And... Scene! Haha sooo, I was going to post a Death Note Mother's Day fanfic yesterday, but right when I was going to my internet was blocked and it all got deleted... I guess if you guys still wanna see it I could rewrite it, but tell me in the reviews whether or not I should. And of course, tell me how this story was, favorite and follow! :) Thanks lovely readers, and while you do that I'll keep writing!