Day Two of Meetings

10:00 A.M.

Connie had just entered the meeting room when a tomato sailed by her head, almost hitting her in the face. Apparently, Romano got mad at Germany when North, or Veneciano, hug-tackled him, so he threw a tomato in his general direction. Needless to say, he missed. Noticing his near fatal mistake, Romano let out a less-than-manly "CHIGI!" and hid behind Spain. Realizing why he did this, everyone else started to settle down. Ignoring the stares and whispers, Connie made her way to the podium.

"Welcome back, everyone. Today marks day two of seven of this world meeting. Yesterday the representatives of mainland North America and some of South America went. Next is the rest of South America and the Caribbean, starting with Brazil."

Taking her seat next to England, she prepared herself for the stupidity sure to follow. She didn't have to wait long. Before Brazil was even done preparing their presentation, Veneciano spoke up.

"Ve, Signora Connie? Where did your big red doggy go?"

THUMP!

Startled by the sudden noise, everyone looked to Germany, who had just slammed his forehead into the table.

Mein Gott, will this dummkopf ever learn to wait for the proper time and place?

"You mean Bayard? I left him at home. Now let's' pay attention to Brazil, okay?"

"Okay, Ve~!"

The rest of the time went rather smoothly. True to her word to New York, Hungary kept an eagle eye on Connie, as did other female nations such as Seychelles, Belgium, Taiwan, Liechtenstein, and Belarus. There weren't many female nations, but even then Hungary was selective in asking for help. Too much help would overwhelm Connie, but not enough would give the boys openings to be idiots. On the plus side, all these particular choices had fiercely protective older brothers while being wildcards themselves. As the lunch break came and everyone but these particular ladies dispersed to their respective tables, Hungary took the opportunity to approach Connie.

"Connie?"

"Hmmm?"

"The ladies and I were wondering if you would like to have lunch with us."

"Oh? Uhh… Yeah, that sounds good."

"Well, come on then!"

Once they joined the rest of the little group, everyone seemed intent on eavesdropping on any potential conversation. Much to everyone's surprise, Connie got along rather well with the ladies, even managing to get the usually stoic Belarus to crack a smile with her sarcastic and deadpan jokes. The laughs ended however, when Sealand approached the table 20 minutes later. Having been locked out of yesterday's meeting, he wanted to confirm his suspicions.

"Hey, Connie! Is it true your Jerk England's daughter? 'Cause if you are, that makes us family!"

The room's temperature dropped about 20 degrees.

"...What? Family? How do you mean?"

"Yeah, family! Brother and sister to be exact! I was made by Jerk England, and you were born to him, so now you have me, the Amazing Sealand, as your little brother!"

After a moment of stunned silence, several things happened at once, starting with a question from Finland.

"Sealand? Why aren't Wy, Seborga, and the others with you?"

"I got bored, so I snuck over here!"

"DAMMIT, SEALAND! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO STAY AT HOME?!"

"HEY! What the hell are you yelling at him for?! It's not like it will magically send him home, so SHUT YOUR OVERSIZED TRAP OR I'LL SHAVE OFF YOUR OVERSIZED EYEBROWS!"

This sent everyone into another shocked silence. Except France. No, France was laughing so hard he had fallen to the floor and was currently rolling around while clutching his sides, alongside Spain and Prussia. And who, pray tell, had been brave enough to face the former pirate? Why, his daughter, of course. This made England's face turn a deep shade of crimson that was starting to become purple. Connie on the other hand had left her seat to pick up Sealand like a toddler while turning her body, as if to shield him from actual blows. While he wasn't bothered by the contact, Sealand was embarrassed, as any young lad would be, by the style in which he was carried about. His embarrassment (and blush) deepened as this elicited several squeals of delight and Aww's from many of the present nations. The young state however, was not paying mind to anything except England with a look that, over the years, had been branded the 'Kirkland Glare', as only relatives of the Brit seemed to be able to master it.

"...Apologize."

"What? Why the bloody hell should I apologize to him?!"

"I don't know, maybe because you are a guest in my home nation. Or maybe because he is your son. Or maybe, just maybe, BECAUSE YOU WISH TO AVOID AN INTERNATIONAL CONFLICT."

This earned a squeak from Sealand, as she was starting to crush him with her hug. Putting him down with a mumbled "Sorry", she returned her attention to England who looked like someone just told him Sherlock had been made illegal. Finally finding his voice, England stuck to his stubborn 'english pride'.

"Are you bloody mad?! Why on earth would you do that? And what makes you think America would agree? Or anyone else, for that matter?! Why are you even defending him?!"

"Because it's necessary. A better question would be, why do I have to defend him in the first place, and from you of all people? We are siblings, and as his big sister, it is my job to protect him, no matter what it be from. So, why don't you take your god awful parenting skills and stop being an asshole?!"

England simply stared at the girl in front him. Even now, as she insulted him to his face and got ready for a fight, he could see how hesitant she had become, as she still had Sealand by her. During their yelling match, she had kept Sea behind her, body still tensed in a defensive position, prepared to take any blows meant for either of them. Unable to respond to the parenting jab, as he knew where that argument went, he changed topics.

"I'm not going to hit him, you know."

Connie was not prepared for this, so her response was rather unimpressive.

"Huh?"

"Sealand. I'm not going to hit him, or you for that matter. I am a gentleman, despite my low moments."

"...Sure..."

"I'm serious! Do you think the Nordics would let me live if I did?! Besides, my method of punishment is a proper scolding."

"It's true mon petit renard! Angleterre is too busy spending time with the beautiful moi or burning his so-called scones to do much else." Apparently, France had finished his laughing fit.

"Sod off, you bloody frog! And stop calling her that ridiculous name!"

"Oh? Is Papa Black Sheep getting jealous of petit rouge renard getting my attention? Honhonhon! Maybe I should spend some bonding time with-"

CLANG!

Hungary's Frying Pan-1

France's Head-0

"Now, I think that is enough for one day, don't you? We still have a meeting to finish after all! Oh, Belarus, do you mind getting France?"

"Sure, whatever."

"Alright then! Lunch is over, so let's go back!"

Just as everyone thought the excitement was over, the ladies all rushed back to the conference room with Connie and Sea in tow while Belarus dragged France back by his feet. As everyone else filed back into the room after them, they realized why the girls rushed back. Connie was no longer next to England, nor were the others in their original spots, save for Hungary. They all sat in a tight formation, Connie and Sea sandwiched between them. The message was not lost on the others, so a silent seat change occurred. Once this was completed, Chile took their turn at the podium with presentation at the ready.