Main conference room

10:08 a.m.

"So uhm-" Germany coughed as England and Belarus disappeared through the window. "Let's drop the matter for now. We um... really have some things to talk about today."

"But France," asked Italy, still staring at the window the two nations had jumped out of a while ago. "What are you going to do if they find that... um... what was it?"

"The red dove of love," France smiled. "Don't worry, if it's one I can handle whichever comes. If it's two I'll send them on another errand. But I certainly hope only one comes," he purred, the infamous lover smile spreading on his face.

"Then why did you sent them to find something impossible to find?" Switzerland asked bluntly.

Belgium chuckled. "You want England to pull a red dove out of his sleeve and come back, right?"

"France," Austria rebuked when France's smile started to widen. "Stop taking advantage of people when we don't know what is wrong with them. This could be serious."

"Austria, Austria," Prussia laughed. "You can't change that part of France after so many centuries."

France smiled and struck a pose for Austria who just sighed and said nothing.

"But what could that have been about," wondered Japan and petted one of the three of Greece's cats that were climbing on him. "Is it really okay to leave them without a guardian?"

"Oh, they're going to be just fine," France assured. "And I told them to play nice."

"Well after what I saw, I'm ready to believe they'll obey you," Germany sighed and tried to get the conversation back on the scheduled topics. "Let's begin now; we are more than half an hour behind schedule. What we have here is..."

Greece stopped listening to Germany when he saw Eros in the window again. The god was aiming with his bow, but where? Greece couldn't tell from where he was sitting. He shut his eyes and listened as the god released the arrow. There was no sound of impact but Greece knew there was no way it hadn't hit someone. He opened his eyes and waited for someone to fall in love.

No one else had noticed that something was terribly wrong again.

"–so I think we should use Spain to distract people's attention so Hong Kong can escape with the money," Germany ended his speech.

People started nodding and mumbled something for and against. Spain looked psyched up and ready to go although the plan was meant for Easter.

"Umm..." Denmark said from his chair and people turned to him.

"You don't like the plan?" Germany asked.

"Umm, no it's not that," the Nordic answered. "Sve?"

Sweden looked at him silently.

"What are you doing?" Denmark asked, looking unsure what to think.

Sweden looked at him for a while before answering. "Holdin' yar 'and."

"Yes I can see that – I can feel that – but what I want know is, why you are doing that?"

Sweden blushed. He was again making fine sentences in his head but failing to say them aloud.

The remaining three Nordics were as speechless he was. Norway was just frowning, but Finland looked like someone had just told him he was going to be one with Latvia. Iceland's expression could be explained best by thinking about a hunting owl. Sweden held Denmark's hand gently and remained silent.

Denmark coughed and asked again after a moment of silence. "Not that it disturbs me really, but... why are you holding my hand?"

The instant he asked, Sweden lost his inner struggle against this scary new voice urging him on. He rose a little from his chair, leaned forward and kissed Denmark straight on the lips. Suddenly, over thirty jaws were hanging open and the same amount of nations was staring at the intensive French kiss the two Nordics were sharing. Sweden had intertwined their fingers and closed his eyes. Denmark's eyes, on the contrary, were wide open.

Hungary seemed to be in heaven.

Greece closed his eyes. Oh~ God... then he remembered who he had to thank for this so he corrected himself. Oh~ cat...

Sweden retreated from the kiss, but stayed near Denmark's face, cupping the other's cheek in his palm. Then he answered the question. "B'caus' I lov' ya."

"Whoa," Denmark said and stared at his northern neighbour. "...Whoa..."

Norway stared at them for a while and then turned back to stare at the table in front of him.

"Whatever was bothering England and Belarus, it's infectious."

"Well," Denmark commented as Sweden climbed into his lap and hugged him. "I ain't complaining."

Estonia looked at Finland. "Shouldn't you be jealous?"

Finland turned away from his video camera to look at his friend. "Why?"

"Finland, stop recording private moments," Iceland ordered, staring pointedly out of the window.

"You call that private?" Norway asked dryly and looked at Sweden sitting in Denmark's lap and kissing his forehead and temples softly. Then he glared. "But you really don't have to record it."

Japan quickly hid his device, but Hungary and Finland didn't show any sign of switching off their cameras.

Germany coughed. "Yeah, but we should continue now, so would you Denmark..."

"Okay, okay. Sve, look I love you too, but let go for a moment, won't you." Denmark tried to push Sweden away, but was instantly clutched against the other's chest.

"Don' leave me," Sweden mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Huh?" Denmark said and Prussia started laughing.

Over the laughter, Greece heard the unmistakable sound of a bowstring twanging again and this time he managed to see where it hit. He immediately saw a change in that person's eyes as they locked over the table.

"Really, Sve, you can let go," Denmark tried. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sweden only tightened his grip.

"Fin, help me!" Denmark pleaded and reached for the nation.

Finland tilted his head. "Why me?"

"You're his wife!"

"Not you too!"

"No really, please do something! He's humming Roxette in my ear and it's scary! Come on and help me, won't you!"

Suddenly, a loud gasp silenced the table, including Denmark's panicked speech. Everyone (except Sweden) turned to look at the Mediterranean section of the table.

"Um... Brother?" asked Italy. He received no reply.

Romano was standing on the table, eyes locked on one thing only. He walked over the table and kneeled in front of his chosen one.

"You know what?" he asked, blushing, as he took this nation's hand. "You're fucking great. Marry me."

"Huh?" Seychelles answered and stared at the South Italian brother in front of her.

"You're gorgeous," Romano explained and clasped the girl's other hand too. "Really. I know it sounds weird−"

"It certainly does," Spain noted behind him.

"You shut up there!" Romano shouted over his shoulder. Then he turned back to face Seychelles who was blushing the exact colour of Prussia's eyes. "It sounds weird. But you really have... fucking everything I can ask for. So marry me. I'll let you eat tomatoes every day."

"Is that called romantic in Italy?" Russia asked happily. He was enjoying this meeting.

"Don't interrupt when I'm talking to my chosen one!" Romano snapped and then shut up as he realised just who he was shouting at.

Russia smiled and waved his hand. "Please don't mind me. Continue by all means."

Romano didn't need to be told twice. He clutched Seychelles' hands against his chest. "Seychelles. You can have all my tomatoes. And Sicily. And my vital regions–"

Seychelles blushed.

"–Everything I can give. Just be mine, dammit!"

Seychelles smiled. "I'll think about it."

"Honestly!" Romano gasped. "Okay, I'll do anything you want. I'll even conquer that French bastard for you if you want!"

France laughed. "This is getting more and more interesting."

Seychelles continued smiling. "You'll do anything I want?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Good. Then let go of my hands, go sit in your chair and wait there until I order otherwise."

Romano stared at her silently for a moment and then obeyed, receiving a loud applause for good performance from Prussia, France, Korea, Hungary and Australia. For some unknown reason Hong Kong was clapping too, although he didn't cheer.

"Silence!" shouted Germany over all the voices and started pointing at nations one at a time. "Denmark! Get Sweden in his own chair! Finland, stop recording already! Hungary! You too! Prussia! Stop laughing! Japan, stop taking notes of this! Egypt, would you stop looking like nothing has happened? And Greece! What the fuck is going on!"

Greece stared at the window past Germany where Eros was doing a victory dance to himself.

"How should I know?"

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Entrance hall

11:09. a.m.

England hit his forehead against the marble wall. What should he do? That damned Belarus could find the bird anytime. He had to think. Think, England, dammit! A red dove... there had to be a red dove somewhere. Dear France wouldn't have sent him to look for something that didn't exist. There was no way France would fool him that way. He just had to think.

"Calm down, England," he mumbled to himself. France was on his side. He had to have an advantage in this...

England stopped dead.

"Of course!"

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Next time: Turkey is dramatic, America has issues, and Belarus harasses a pet shop owner.

TBC.

A/N: I feel somehow sorry for England... Not that I complain over a France-obsessed!England *innocent look*

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