A/N: So I modified these next few chapters, took out a pairing, and fixed some errors. Hopefully, thing work out a bit better. I forgot about this story DX But keep on going, it will be okay!
"Dude, why'd you bring the albino?" America demanded the moment Germany and Prussia entered the meeting hall.
Prussia grinned and jumped ahead of his younger brother. "Nice to see you, too, America."
"Gil!" France and Spain bounded over to their best friend, grabbing onto his arms and dragging him to the table, ignoring Britain and Romano as they began to complain. Prussia turned and winked at the two, earning a few choicey words from the Southern half of Italy and Britain.
"Well this isn't a strict G8 meeting, obviously, don't see why I shouldn't show up either." Prussia told them in a smug tone. Germany just barely refrained from rolling his eyes and took a seat beside Italy, who met him with a huge, bright smile and Germany knew he would be lying if he said that did not make him feel a bit better.
Prussia plopped down between France and Spain, turning to grin again at Britain, on France's other side, and Romano on Spain's other side. "So, Lovino." He decided to pick on the Italian first. "You and Spain finally tie the knot yet?"
Romano went tomato red and began to stutter and swear until Spain put a hand on his shoulder. "Lovi! Don't be so mad! He only asked if we are dating now." That hardly calmed the fiery Italian; he made a low growling noise and crossed his arms across his chest, sinking down in his chair.
Spain turned to Prussia, ignoring the childish behavior, and shrugged his shoulders. "By the way the answer is no." He said lowly and Prussia snickered at his apparent misfortune.
"And you Francey Pants?" Prussia averted his attention to the blond Frenchman on his left, noticing how everyone was taking their seats.
France smiled. "I am sure you would love to know. Leave my boyfriend and me alone." Britain blushed, and Prussia laughed at him, nodding slowly.
During this conversation, America was standing by the door, not speaking for once. His blue eyes were trained on the hall beyond the doors and now as Prussia took a better look around the meeting room, realized that Russia and China were nowhere to be seen.
Leaving the door, America let it shut and sauntered over to Britain, tapping his shoulder. "Brit, dude, you speak first."
The Briton nodded and stood, releasing France's hand, and strode to the front of the room where a large television screen took up the wall.
"As you are all aware, Russia and China are not present in this meeting-"
"Yeah, no shit." Romano interjected and all eyes turned to him for a moment then rolled away.
Britain's eyes lingered a bit longer on the Italian and he huffed a bit before shaking his head and continuing. "Russia and China were not invited for a start. As you know, Russia has been making plans to either go directly for the United States, and or invade the European nations pre hand then move on to the United States. There was a lot of debate about this at the previous meeting, half of us seemed to believe Russia would go right for America and the other half said he would take on Europe first. We also debated whether this information was too public and was just a set up." The British nation took a moment to glance around the table at everyone before moving on. "Well, I now have an answer for you."
Prussia's eyes slid across the table to his brother, who met his gaze. They held their eyes for a minute, almost having a silent conversation before Britain continued on.
"Russia is going to go after Europe before America."
The meeting hall suddenly broke out into noise, most of the European nations rising out of their chairs and shouting across the table at one another, debating and accusing.
"Great! That's it, I'm gonna die!" Romano was declaring harshly while France spewed in French to whoever would listen that he was clearly not ready in military sense for this.
"Germany! You have to help me, please! Don't let Russia kill me!" Italy was crying, diving behind the large German in an attempt to feel safe.
"How accurate is this information, Britain?" Germany wanted to know, trying to ignore the Italian that was latching to his forearm. "Your spies' work is always adequate, but can we be absolutely sure this is his motive?"
"I agree!" Switzerland threw in. "Russia may have said one thing, but go a completely different route. Remember when we discussed a set up?"
France turned to Switzerland. "Not taking sides now, are we?"
"No, I am just saying." Switzerland swiveled his chair around to face France. "It is simple logic, France; I think you need to pay closer attention." The blond gun-slinger reverted back to Britain, who was still standing at the head of the table. "I am willing to bet Russia knows that we are spying on him. If I was Russia and I knew that you were all spying on me, I would no doubt supply false information to completely throw you off."
America was suddenly in the seat beside Switzerland, causing him to jump a bit in shock when the American shoved his face right near the blonde's. "Well, Switzerland. Not an alias, are you? Not secretly working with Russia and come here to gather information about us then send it back, hmm?" The taller nation leaned in a bit closer. "Is Switzerland only a sobriquet?"
"You are an idiot, America!" Switzerland snapped. "One, I am NEUTRAL. Does that word compute in your head? Two, I have no intention of wanting to assist Russia, I trust that man about as much as I trust Poland to keep a secret. And three, you're an idiot!"
America wagged a finger at him. "You already told me I'm an idiot, dude, and I am not an idiot."
"By Europe, what parts exactly are we talking about?" Prussia stood, addressing the flustered Englishman.
Britain bristled a bit and looked over at the albino. "Do I need to bring out a map? Do you understand what constitutes the continent of Europe?"
Prussia rolled his eyes. "No, I know what makes up Europe. What I mean, is will he go for all of Europe, or only a few specific countries?" He folded his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, look, I will just assume and say all of Europe. It would provide a lot of acquired power for Russia." Britain told him with a sigh. "There, now sit down or leave or something. You don't even need to be here."
"I do too!" Prussia argued back loudly.
Romano made a disgruntled face. "Britain, don't assume! You know what they say about assuming, 'it makes an ass out of you and me'." He turned, then, to Prussia. "And the assuming ass is right; you don't even need to be here."
With an angry huff, Prussia slapped a hand down on the table. "Oh shut up! You barely need to be here either!"
"I actually do! I am still a real country, in case you did not realize, dumbass."
"I try not to realize things about you. And who can blame me for something Hitler started?"
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" As the loud, deep voice reverberated through the room, not unexpected at all, the noise began to simmer down. Most of the nations only quieted so they would not have to listen to Germany complain more than he usually would in these meetings.
"Yeah, yeah, we know the drill, dude." America announced before Germany could go on his rant about the countries never being able to work together or accept each other's opinions, etcetera.
"If you all know the drill so well, I think you should start following it." Germany told him in a quieter voice.
America only shrugged nonchalantly and rose from the chair beside Switzerland to wander across the room to the windows. Britain kept his eyes on him as he left the table.
"Anyway, I believe we should conduct this meeting in an orderly fashion with no arguing. We are all fighting on the same side; we should not fight amongst ourselves."
"Alors, we are already fighting a war then?" France demanded, sitting slowly and brushing his hair back to look up at Germany.
"I…I don't know, I simply said-"
"Uh…guys." America spoke up from where he stood at the windows. All chairs turned to face him, some nations looking clearly annoyed. "I think we might have a problem."
