"Everyone, since we have all been killed by either our children or other parents, why don't we just put aside our differences and just check up on our little babies." Rome suggested.
With many excited parents in agreement, they watched as their children were in a world meeting.
In the chaos of curses, fist fights, pasta, declarations of freedom and awesomeness, they saw children asking for their parents to read them a bedtime story.
"Well, there is always room for improvement." Germania sighed.
"Not my France. He is perfect the way he his."
"Years after my death and those boys still will not stop fighting."
"Poor Matthew, at least he has Prussia. And America has learned that there are many things that can be hidden with a smile."
"I still don't see what Holy Rome sees in Italy."
"His name is Germany now and my Italy is a very sweet boy."
"I still don't understand how you two are seen as Spain and Portugal's parents when I am their rightful mother."
"Oh, shut up Hispania. At least you were not burned alive like I was."
"Well burning you alive was your only chance for a smoking hot body, Iberia." Rome said before he realized that he just burned Iberia. For the second time.
"Shit just got real. I'll give you ten pieces of gold if he wins, Native America."
"It's a deal, Maya."