The old grandfather clock on the first floor struck nine, the bells mixing with the ones from upstairs. All of the captured nations started their way down to the break room, even though nothing ever changed. When Japan reached their secret room, everyone had already gathered. No one in the room noticed they were missing their new maid, Canada. England was looking over papers written by others in the group. Japan took the last empty seat, taking quick glances at the paper on the table.
"It's alright, Japan, to take a look. The only reason you will though is to decipher. Why in the bloody hell are they so complicated?" England complained, shuffling a small group of them into a pile. Japan picked up one pile, which suggested giving Italy new clothes. China grabbed the paper from his hand, waving it in anger, "Who's idea was this, aru!"
"How dare you bash such an amazing idea, mon amie! It's perfect!" France sat back in his chair, crossing his legs. China crushes the paper into a ball with his hand, "Amazing? Far from it!" He throws it into the recycling bin across the room. England focused more intently on the papers, switching their order, trying to ignore the amazing shot China just did and the fact he didn't do it.
"Woah. I'm sorry I'm late. It took forever to unlock the door without Kumajiro-san." Canada opened the door, one hand without a glove. He entered the room to find everyone bickering and ignoring him. He goes and peaks over Japan's shoulder, seeing the plans to stop Italy. Canada glances around the table to the people fighting. Knowing he won't be noticed, he gathers up the stray papers that weren't gathered in piles. Canada walks over to an unoccupied corner, leaning against it, and slumping to the ground. He pulls out some crayons and starts drawing on the backs of the papers. The battle was starting to get graphic, with punching and blood.
Canada finished the drawings on all the papers, identical ideas on all of them. He gets up, working his way quietly around the fighting groups, placing the papers on all sides of the table. Canada skips over to the wall with the light switch, flicking it on and off. The yelling and fighting stop as the lights flicker. England loosened his grip on the front of France's shirt, his raised fist relaxing. China sits near the wall, petting it with his hand, whispering. They glance at the table, seeing the mysterious drawing of bringing Germany to Italy. England lets go of his shirt, turning to the table covered in the drawings. He picks one up before looking at the others. His face brightens as he looks at the crude crayon drawings. England smacks the paper with the back of his hand, "This plan is amazing! It'd be perfect! Now, which of you idiot's wish to carry out this plan?" They glanced at each other, silence emanating from the room.