Alfred's P.O.V.
I didn't see that one coming. How am I supposed to answer her, when she's human and can't even know about the world meeting? Oh well, guess I have to wing it.
"Heh, it's nothing you have to worry about. Just this little get together everybody has to talk about… stuff," Nailed it.
"Okay," Marie still looked confused, "Can I come to this world meeting?"
Crap. What am I supposed to say now? I couldn't say no, or she would suspect something weird was going on.
"Umm… Sure, I guess."
Marie looked happy, "Cool. Now I have to go. If I'm staying here for a little while, I have to get extra clothes from my place. I'll be back in a bit." She kisses me on the cheek and leaves.
I turn to Italy, who's still talking to Japan, and I say, "Italy, wake everyone up. There's an important decision we have to make."
Germany's P.O.V.
Why did Italy insist on me coming down? I swear, I was only asleep for half an hour before he came in to wake me up. I'm sure whatever "life or death" choice needed to be made could be made without me. Great, now I'm starting to sound like Italy. I took my spot at the table like we do for the world meeting. America was at the head, giving a speech.
"…Anyway, even if you haven't met her, you all at least know of Marie, right?" Everyone nodded, "Alright, you're all going to hate me for this, but I kinda told her she could come to the world meeting," angry shouts rose from the entire table, except for Italy, "And before you say anything, she asked and I couldn't say no, or else it would've looked bad. Now, I say we have three options. Option number one: We could kick her out."
There was a collective "No." Apparently everyone at least liked this girl too much for that, even some of the more surly nations.
"Okay, that's a no. Option number two: we could knock her out and lock her in one of the spare bedrooms until the world meeting is over, and I just want to say I don't support that idea one bit."
There was a no on that one from everyone except Russia, who said, "I could hit her with my pipe," and Belarus, with a sinister, "Let me take care of that." The "No" was enforced even more after that.
"You all agree with me. That's good. Which leaves us at option number three: We tell her the truth." That option was met by an uproar. Normal humans can't know about us!
"Settle down, people! I mean seriously, what choice do we have if we want to keep her in our lives?" There was a little murmur of agreement from all of the nations.
"See? I knew you guys would come around. So, the last question is who's going to tell her. I say we only need two or three people," America scanned the room, "Obviously I'll be one of those people."
Prussia snickered, "Ja, after that awesome 'make-out at the table' incident, you would want to," he reclined in his seat, "I think the awesome Prussia will stay out of this one, since I normally don't go to the world meetings."
France immediately stood up, "I will help." Everyone shouted "NO!"
"You'll probably just scare her more than she already will be," Austria remarked, and I have to say he had a point. Finally, after tiring of this nonsense, I stood up myself, and the noise died down dramatically.
"I will help America tell Marie the truth, because clearly I am one of the sanest countries. But on one condition," they all lean in to hear, "When we tell her, we have to offer for her to become one of us. After all, she can't go to the world meeting if she isn't."
Italy ran up from his seat to hug me, "I knew you would stand up to do a good thing, Germany! Don't worry, I'll come, too! She might be a little less freaked out if I'm there."
America nodded in thanks to both of us, "Now it's settled. Germany, Italy and I will tell her when she gets back, and I will ask her if she wants to become a state, or somewhere in my country, so none of you have to give up land. Agreed?" There was a unanimous "Aye."
"Cool. Meeting adjourned; the rest of you can go to bed now." There was a big sigh of relief as everybody went to their guest bedrooms.
America went back into the living room and relaxed on the couch. Italy and I joined him, Italy cuddling close to me and entwining his hand in mine.
"Well," I stated, "Now we wait."
Author's Note:
Wow, I've come a very long way since Chapter 1, I guess. I want to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited or followed the story. You guys are the reason I post more of this. You guys are also the reason I am convinced this story doesn't suck. Y'all have no idea how much I appreciate the support, and if I could, I would throw a huge cookie party in your honor! (Here's a virtual cookie to make up for the fact that I can't. (::))As always, I like hearing what my fellow Hetalia lovers think, so please leave a review! See you next chapter!