Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
PRIMO VICTORIA
As Alfred entered the room, he could already tell how bad the day would go. He trudged over to his seat between Canada and England. He heard an unknown insult hurled at him from behind. He ignored it like always.
"Late as always America." England stated which lowered Alfreds mood. He tried to ignore everyone else in the room.
Very soon the meeting, if one could call it that, descended into chaos. With France and England strangling each other with insults. Russia was terrifying the Baltics as they cowered together. Alfred still didn't know how he got his pipe past security. Belarus sneaking up on a unsuspecting Russia before shouting for him to merry her. Italy was attaches to Germany's leg l crying and asking for pasta while waving a white flag. The Nordic Nations sat together not bothering to participate in the madness.
"SHUT UP!" Germany shouted. The surrounding nations went quite for a few seconds and Germany sighed. It was Alfreds turn to speak about International Relations. He stood up to go to the podium but stopped in his track.
"America, I bet he doesnt have a clue about what he's talking about." Whispered not-so-quietly Cuba. America looked back and kept walking. He paid no mind to the whispers behind until one caused him to swell in anger.
"No wonder his people are so fat. I passed four McDonald's on my way here.".
Alfred froze and turned around. His gazed passed over all the nations to land on the speaker. Cuba smirk and continued talking, adding to his previous statement. Like an eagle hunting its prey, Alfred walked towards Cuba. He didn't notice the look Finland was throwing at Cuba. One of disgust and distaste. Alfred was right up to Cuba's chair when a voice spoke up.
"Shut up Cuba, after all you wouldn't want someone talking like that about your people." The Finn spoke. Alfred looked in shock. He didn't really talk to Finland and it surprised him. Cuba shut his mouth and Alfred went to deliver his speech.
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After the meeting Alfred began packing up. Nations exited the building in relief. Alfred looked around the room with slight irritation. Chairs not pushed in, tomatoes, and cat fur among other things littered the room. He sighed at the mess and began straitening things in order to lessen the work load of the staff.
"Do you need any help?" A voice aaked as Alfred turned to, once again, see Finland behind him.
"That would be nice, if it wouldn't be a bother to you." He said in reply.
"Perfect!" The cheerful Finns reply.
So how was it? Sorry for not posting but school and work and all. I can't speak any other languages so if I put something in bold it'll be in a different language. Also what should I do next chapter? As always read, review, and enjoy.