I should be writing a research paper...but I'm writing this instead.
"Alright. Japan," Germany said, handing the nation a piece of the list, "you cover the last two on this list, and Italy and I will talk to this group before our meeting. I have to be there early, because I set it up. We'll meet you back in the common room at nineteen."
Japan headed up by himself to the choral room again, this time occupied by not only the choral club, but a small amount of other students. He knocked tentatively. He was met at the door by Prussia, holding a mop.
"Oh, hey!" he said with what was supposed to be a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Move, Prussia," said another voice as Austria pushed his the hemi-nation out of the way. "Oh, Japan, it's you. What brings you to the music club?"
"Well, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to interview your club for the newspaper this month. If I'm not trespassing on any activities. If so, perhaps we could reschedule."
"You need to learn to be more assertive. I could teach you that!" Prussia said, flashing his smirk-smile again. Austria rolled his eyes.
"Go play with your mop," he said as he showed Japan inside.
"It's not a mop! It's a guitar! You're just jealous you can't play as awesomely as I can!"
Austria gave Japan an exasperated look. "Anyway, so what do you need to know about us?"
"Well...just what you do, how often you meet, who runs the meetings, just about you. It doesn't have to be long."
"It's obvious I run things around here!" Prussia called, holding the mop in a way that clearly suggested guitar.
"You're full of it," Austria called back. "I'm the president of the club. He does nothing but cause trouble and play that mop. I'd take him much more seriously as a member if he actually brought his guitar. He's not bad, he just doesn't want to act like part of the club. Then again," he said, looking back as Prussia started fingering imaginary strings, "it's probably quieter as is."
"What exactly do you do?"
"We practice. perform, and appreciate music. Every month we feature a new instrument from a different part of the world. A guest comes in and demonstrates it. Doesn't mean they're good at it, but they are okay. I just never want to hear the banjo again."
"Well, if I don't run things around here, how can we fix that?"
"Prussia. Go away."
"Alright. This is our last club for the day. Then we have to get up to the meeting room." Germany knocked on the door loudly. A spiky-haired blond answered.
"Hey!" Denmark said, flinging the door open the rest of the way. "What can I help you with?"
"According to my list, you're the Nordic club?" Germany asked.
"Indeed!"
"We're from the school newspaper, and we're doing clubs," Germany explained. "Are you available for an interview?"
"Hey, guys! We're gonna be in the paper!" Denmark led the newspaper duo in the room. "Hey, do you two have a camera? You can take some photos." Behind him, Norway shook his head. "Ok, ask us anything!" Denmark yelled as he took his seat.
Germany looked at Italy. "Well, what does the Nordic club do?" Italy said.
"That's an easy question! Our primary goal is to maintain our rule over this school!" Denmark announced. "To do that, we put out awesome new furniture designs every day!" Looking around, not everyone agreed with his statement. Norway rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by him. Sweden just kept staring at him. Iceland was eyeing the door, contemplating if he should leave.
"Actually," Finland interjected, "we just talk about the furniture. Usually while we have a snack! We just talk. This is more of a social gathering than a club."
"It still sounds like fun!" Italy said excitedly. "Do you have any of those furniture designs? I bet Japan would like to see them, too!"
"Yeah, we have a few." Norway shuffled through a stack of papers.
"Hey, Italy, here's something I betcha didn't know!" Denmark said as Norway handed Germany some older designs. "When any of the Nordics find themselves in a tight spot, Nordic furniture from all over the world comes together to for a giant robot! It comes to helps us out!"
Italy's eyes grew wide. "Really!? It sounds like something Japan had told me about!"
Denmark put smiled smugly. "Well, he might have gotten the idea from us..." he said, just before a pair of arms lifted him upright about the throat. Sweden looked disapprovingly at him.
"He's lying." Italy actually looked disappointed.
Germany took down the last few notes and stood. "Well, thank you for your time, but I have to go set up the meeting."
"Oh?" Denmark said as Sweden put him down. "Is that today?" Germany nodded. "Well, okay, then, see ya!"
Germany put all the notes in the folder and tucked it in his bag. He looked up at Italy writing something.
"What is that?"
"Oh, I'm doing my article of the siesta club! I can have it done by the end of the week!"
"You do know you have other parts of this to write, don't you?"
"Really? I better get started: this is just the prewrite."
"Never mind that," Germany said. "It's seventeen." Voices outside the door grew louder. It's only every two weeks, he kept reminding himself as he took his spot at the head of the long table. "Italy, since you don't do anything anyway, take the notes for the club. On second thought, I'll just write from experience."
If anyone's familiar with student council, you have a clue what's coming over the next few days.
