Chapter 9

It was noisy. Actually, it was crowded, annoying, stupid, dumb, made it impossible to breathe, loud, obnoxious, and mainly empty. There were still several seats scattered around the room, waiting to be occupied by the late crowd. Vladimir was already slouching in his seat, talking animatedly to the dark brunette-haired man next to him. I scanned the room for familiar faces, and found Tino and Berwald sitting in the right hand corner of the room. Next to them stood a man who wore a smile and towered over the pair, who seemed to be holding up a one-sided conversation.

"They always do that. Talking, I mean. Really it's just Ivan, but who can blame him? He's just really, really, really, creepy. If you were the same, people probably wouldn't respond back to you." Emil was here, it seemed. Accompanying him was a puffin with a little red bow tie around his neck, eating some sort of black candy.

"How do you know Ivan?" Emil stayed quiet for a long while, just continuing to feed him and his puffin the little candy.

"Simple business. Helped me with some… financial aspects of being a representation." So it seemed dear Emil was indebted to someone and Ivan swooped down saving him and his country from a financial crisis.

"Like a super hero?" Emil went into a semi-panic mode and put a gloved hand over my hand. It smelled like licorice.

"Shhhh! If Alfred-" He took a quick sweep of the room, breathing a sigh of relief. "If Alfred was here at the moment, he would kill you. Gut you alive. Mutilate your body to the point of no return. Tear you limb from limb. Just think of any way to kill you, and he would do that. Ivan and Alfred are mortal enemies, and calling Ivan the 'hero' would send him into a hulk rage." His hand slid away from my face and he went back to snacking on his licorice.

"Just… don't get yourself killed, okay? It will probably easier for you to survive since you're silent and all, but try not to talk with anyone unless you know them. Half of the people here would probably be willing to kill you if they got the chance. But it's not like I care. Because I don't. I just would hate to be in charge of your murder. Alright?" I nodded to him and his stuck some ear buds into his ears. He slinked to a chair near Tino, but sat two chairs away from him. It was cute that he cared.

I followed in suit to where Tino sat and was greeted with what seemed to be a silent argument between Tino and Berwald. Ivan had left and sat down some ways away next to a platinum blonde girl and a woman with… large… breasts. Yes, let's just leave it at that. Back on the topic of Tino and Berwald, Tino was waving his hands and mouthed words to the tall Swede, who responded in a small 'hm' and rested a hand on the flustered Finn's shoulder.

"Don't try to make the situation any better, Berwald! Ivan isn't going to start disappearing anytime soon, so it's better if you just forget about helping!" Emil mumbled something and went back to doodling something on a little piece of paper.

"And if Ivan weren't here?" Tino rolled his eyes.

"You'd try killing Mathias 10 times more often than now." I rested my chin on my hands, enjoying the conversation between them.

"Tino…" Tino sighed and sent a pleading look towards Berwald.

"Just… don't pick a fight, alright?" The two went silent after that, and Emil stared expectantly at them, then sighed in disappointment after Tino went back to staring blankly at everyone in the room.

"Now all we have to do is wait." Emil stared at me from his spot hunched over the table.

"Late crowd?" I asked him.

"Late crowd." And after Emil uttered those two words, true chaos erupted. At least 50 people rushed into the room, taking various spots spread out across the room itself. And low and behold, the so-called 'King of Northern Europe' came in with them, although much calmer than the others. He sat himself down in the seat between me and Emil- damn it, I should have asked him to scoot over…

"Sve, Fin, Ice, Nor! How are ya? Lovely most likely. It's such a nice day." It was a nice day.

"It really is… so nice." Emil entered the little comment, and everyone except the Dane seemed to notice its sarcasm.

"Exactly, Ice!" He slid his arms back around and onto both Emil and my shoulder, but I didn't bother to remove it.

"Now that everyone is here, the meeting will begin. Please raise your hand when you would like to speak. Do not yell unless necessary for me or other representatives feel it would improve our hearing of the idea, and don't suggest stupid things. You each have five minutes to speak. Any questions?" The blonde at the front of the room brought my attention back to reality.

"Gut. Now who has ideas on how we should help solve global warming?" Almost every hand in the room shot up.

"OOOH! OOOOH! Dude, totally pick me! I have a wicked awesome idea!" 'Dude' sighed and pointed towards the origin of the voice.

"Alright Alfred, what is your idea?" Alfred came into my view, and I saw him flash a smile towards everyone.

"Well, I was thinking we could send a genetically modified superhero up into space, and whenever it got to hot, he would cool it down with his awesome ice powers!"

"That is completely absurd, Alfred. No one would ever be able to do that. I propose we simply don't drive cars as much." A man with huge caterpillars- or were those eyebrows? - Above his eyes interrupted Alfred.

"No way, aru! If you expect me to give up my car and driving, you are sadly mistaken! So don't even think about it, méi!" An Asian man with a ponytail responded to the interruption.

"Well what would you suggest than, Yao?! That we all just-"

"I think we just need to appreciate each other's true beauty, oui?" This time a man with blonde wavy hair answered.

"SHUT UP YOU FROG, NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION!"

"I think we should all be friends, da?"

"Don't listen to the commie, guys! He doesn't know what he is talking about!"

"Russia is not a communist country anymore, you stupid git!"

"I think that we should be friends, though! And we can party and have siestas and we can be so happy!"

"Yes… I like naps…"

"What do you say, Lovino? It will be so much fun~"

"Shut up, stupido! I don't need any of your dumb suggestions!"

"Kesesesese! What about you, Austrian?"

"Oh please, Gilbert. Don't go starting uncivilized fights here."

"YOU ALL NEED TO SHUT UP!" The room went silent. Well, it went silent in the real world. In my mind voices were still shouting out, there were two Italians, a lot of eyebrows, and a panda. Oh, and did I mention the eyebrows?"

"The reason we come here is for discussions, not for arguments. The next person to fall out of line will be escorted out. Now, are there any other suggestions for how to stop global warming?" Emil raised his hand slowly. "Yes, Emil?"

"Um… we could… walk more? I'm not saying we have to cut down the car usage. Just walk if you can walk." A few nodded their heads in agreement and muttered there approval.

"Like, good idea, Millie!" A glare from Emil was sent towards a teenager sitting next to the ponytail guy.

"Ja, it's a good idea… but we'll have to wait on it. Five minute break everyone!" The room scattered, and I was pissed at how fast the first session went. We most likely only spent three minutes talking about the topic, and we still had around three hours to kill.

Why can't I just live a normal, slow life?

I feel bad because I didn't update.

Méi – Eyebrow(s)