HELLLLOOOOOO! It's nice seeing you all here who are reading this fanfiction! ((Except if no one reads this... *is forever alone*)) Anyways, I used to be Shauriene-Moonglade, and now I'm, well you can see above.

I don't own Hetalia, my friends, my friends' friends, Percy Jackson, Lorien Legacies, my friend's fanfiction account, or her stories. I only own me. ((And Singapore but you haven't met her yet))

My (as in the authoress) POV

About 1 month had passed, and the trio has had some time to settle in to their surroundings. Bucharest, Ottawa, and D.C often stuck together, having fun. Sometimes Sofia or Sealand would join them. Stockholm and the other Nordic capitals played pranks on their parents (which involved butter and fridges), and Denmark would prank them back. She also finally revealed what was on her tapes. It was ((This is the moment you've been waiting for)) all the Lorien Legacies books on tape. Madrid helped his mom annoy his uncle, and his reactions were always funny. She often told stories from WWII, including when she and Germany were infiltrating an American camp, and Germany had to act American ((Cookies if you remember that scene)).

Then, the time for the next world meeting approached. When the other capitals heard of this, a wide grin stretched over their faces. The trio heard little snippets of conversation between the others on the phone such as, "Where's it going to be this time?" and, "I can't wait!". Soon enough, Bucharest confronted her sister about it. Camille Williams smiled and said one thing. "It's the Capital Meeting."

My (as in Bucharest) POV

It took my brain a while to comprehend it. "The what now?" Ottawa sighed.

"The Capital Meeting. During the World Meeting, all the capitals meet up somewhere else, and just hang out. Usually, something goes wrong and everything gets hilarious. It's something you don't want to miss. This time, it's in France." I nodded slowly...

"Ooookay then..." I picked up my phone and called my friends. "Hey, did you know anything about a Capital Meeting?" I heard Avelina's voice.

"The Capital Meeting? I think Oslo has mentioned something about it..." Then I heard Andrés'.

"No. Not a thing." I nodded.

"Okay. Well, apparently, we're all meeting up in France."

"FRANCE?! HOW ARE WE GETTING TO FRANCE?!" My eyes widened. Good point. I turned to Ottawa.

"Sis, how are we getting to France?" She waved it off.

"Leave that to me." I raised my eyebrow.

"What?"

"Just trust me on this one."

"Ooookay." I turned back to the phone. "My sister's taking care of it."

"She is? How?"

"I don't know."

"Well, okay then. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up and turned to Ottawa. "That was weird." She shrugged.

Stockholm's POV

I was on my laptop, typing out the last chapter to my story. It was a crossover of Percy Jackson and Lorien Legacies. I clicked the save button, and added it to my story. I am Number Four was being read out loud via my tapes. It helps me think. Suddenly, I had the feeling like someone was watching me... Then, I heard a voice.

"Hej Stockholm! What are you doing?" My head whipped around fast, and Copenhagen was right behind me looking over my shoulder. I quickly shut my laptop and held it to my chest.

"Nothing!" He laughed.

"Sure. Okay. By the way, what language are your tapes in?" ((Copenhagen can only speak Danish, German [Don't ask], and the Original Language.)) I turned to him.

"English. They're in English." His eyes widened.

"You speak English?!" I facepalmed.

"I was raised in America. Of course I speak English." He nodded.

"Oh." Then he grinned. "That's nice. Bye!" He ran out of my room. He confuses me sometimes... Oh well. I opened my computer and started another chapter.

Madrid's POV

I was playing cards with my cousin, Berlin, and she was winning. As the game continued on, I lost badly. I threw my cards down in frustration. "How do you always win, Beatrix?" She laughed.

"I've had more experience than you, dear cousin." I pouted.

"Stop calling me that. It's embarrassing." She laughed some more.

"I love messing with you, Andrés." I deadpanned.

"I can tell." I quit the deadpan.

"By the way, how are we getting to the Capital Meeting?"

"It's simple, really. All countries have the ability to transfer to anywhere that they have taken over, or has taken over them. Since both France and Spain were part of the Roman Empire, you can get to France easily. I'm going to have a harder time with this, since I'm Berlin." I nodded.

"So when's the meeting?"

"A week from now." I sighed. Bucharest would have no problem getting to France, but what about Stockholm?

Shauriene: So this is the 10th chapter! Yay!

Olivia: YOU PROMISED TO PUT MY FRIEND IN IT!

Shauriene: WHOA! CALM DOWN! She's coming up, don't worry! I'm putting in as many of your suggestions as I can, Olivia.

Olivia: Good. I won't tear you to shreds and burn the remains.

Shauriene: (sweatdrop) Good. I don't want to die.

Olivia: She better be in the next one!

Shauriene: Okay! Okay! The next chapter is getting to the Capital Meeting and the meeting itself. Now, REVIEW!

Olivia: READ AND REVIEW MY STORIES TOO!

Shauriene: Yes, that. Her penname is Number Eleven is My OC, so go Read and Review her stories too.

PEACE OUT!