'Wait wait wait' Alfred said looking from Ivan to the door and back to Ivan. 'You have a idoorbell/i?' He looked sincerely shocked. I had never even been to Russia's place before and I saw it. It was hard to miss; It looked more like a rope that would hang from a bell tower. I didn't bother using it as I figured it was tremendously loud (It was.)

'Da' Ivan said, shrugging. I guessed he was thinking the same thing I had been: Every house has a doorbell. Within a moment, Alfred shot toward the door, whipping it open with the abnormal strength I had forgotten he possessed. Arthur stood, daunted by the sheer size of the door, wearing an expression that clearly stated 'What the hell just happened?'

'Get in, Britch' He pointed from Arthur to the entrance. The Brit just stood defiantly in the doorway, denying his son the satisfaction of controlling him.

'I'll go in when I bloody well want to, you twat' He said, but the cold air overpowered him and he ran through the door. Alfred returned to his mission. He grabbed the rope of the doorbell and tugged at it, hard upwards of twenty times, before running back inside dragging the door with him. The doorbell chimed continuously until it reached the limit and stopped. It wasn't until then that Ivan could speak.

'I'm so glad that everyone got here before the storm came about' He said, pointing up the stairs toward what I now knew was the East conference room. He gestured for us to follow him. 'We're expecting a lot of snow tonight. It's likely we'll be snowed in. But not to worry, we have enough supplies for all of us to last a few nights. It'll be fun, like you were all one with mother Russia.' I started to question his idea of fun.

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It was mere moments after we'd stepped into the conference room when Arthur tried to begin the meeting. I swear that man was dedicated to his work. I doubted his social life.

'Alright then' Arthur said taking the seat in front of the Union Jack. I don't know where the hell it came from, but he' also managed to set up a steaming teapot on the table and was fussing with a cup in his hand. The little things like that never failed to amuse me during these meetings. 'Before we start I'd like to make sure everyone is here. ' We looked at each other. There were only six people here for the meeting (May I add I was only expecting there to be five) but we shook our heads and let Arthur carry on.

'Alright. Russia?' he called.

'Da'

'China?'

'Aru'

'America?'

'Yo'

'Canarta?'

'It's Canada'

'Greece?'

'Ne'

'Charming, Were all here' Arthur said stacking the papers in front of him, now we can begi-' He was cut off by Ivan.

'The meeting can wait for a little while' Ivan said bluntly, grabbing Alfred's shoulder, 'We have an announcement. ' He paused to get everyone's attention, but Alfred, as impatient as he is, slammed his hands down on the table.

'WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!' He said, a little too loudly.