"Sorry I'm late, dudes!" D.C. burst into the meeting room, looking around sheepishly.
London facepalmed. "Honestly, Amelia, you should be more punctual!" She snapped.
D.C. just flashed a grin at her.
"And you're not even dressed appropriately!" London exclaimed, scolding. D.C. looked at her blankly.
"Dude, it's casual Friday."
"What the bloody hell is Casual Friday?!"
D.C. laughed. "Dude, Europe must be so stuffy." She smirked. "You especially, Kathy!"
London bristled. "I am not stuffy!"
"D.C., London, if you are done releasing sexual tensions." Paris sniffed, annoyed. "We have a meeting to get to."
"Wow, for once, Paris has a point!" London muttered.
"Sorry, dude. Messing with London is too much fun."
"Oui, I know. I've been around a lot longer than you have, Amelia." Paris smirked slightly. The smirk slowly went away as he continued. "Anyway, we understand the task given to us by our parents, correct?"
D.C.'s playful smile disappeared. London took a deep breath. Ottawa bit his lip nervously. Beijing looked away. Even Moscow's childish face dimmed slightly.
"We have to wait for them, before we start." D.C. said, voice uncharacteristically dark. The others nodded.
The Allied capitals sat in silence. The door opened to reveal America, England, France, Russia, and China. They all looked blank-faced, even America. D.C. stood up, running to her father and tightly hugging him. America sighed in relief, kneeling down to hug her back.
The doors opened again, to reveal Axis Powers and their capitals. D.C. stood up, pulling away from her father and taking her seat back with the others. She couldn't help but notice Italy and Romano standing as far apart as possible, both of them refusing to look at each other in the eye. Germany's face was grim, and he hand a hand on Berlin's shoulder.
Venice was biting her lip anxiously, fingers unconsciously playing with the seams of her black dress. Rome was limping slightly, an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. Must have been when the Allies had seized Rome...
Konigsberg looked upset, scowling deeply as he stood beside his father. Tokyo looked up and met D.C.'s eyes. The two girls looked at each other for a split second, before simultaneously averting their gazes. Tokyo gently helped Japan sit down, who was limping and sporting a shattered knee cap and wore bandages around his stomach. America turned a blind eye.
Slowly, the other nations and capitals began trickling in. Several were broken down and exhausted, but many wore wary smiles. D.C. launched herself at Copenhagen, smiling with relief as she realized her old friend wasn't too badly hurt. The rest of the Nordics followed. Finland looked to be the most beat up. Helsinki, the tiny girl she was, was doing her best to help support her father. Finland had one arm around Helsinki's shoulder and another arm around Denmark's, having refused to accept help from Sweden.
She couldn't help but notice the lack of a ring on Finland's left hand.
Following Sweden and Stockholm were the rest of the neutral European nations. Switzerland and Liechtenstein both seemed alright. Spain looked a little guilty as he looked at the Italy brothers, but otherwise kept to himself. Ireland and Dublin quickly made their way in as well, the latter greeting London with concern and Ottawa with happiness.
England began the 'meeting'. What would they call it, exactly? Negotiations? There was no negotiation, as far as D.C. could see. The Axis Powers lost, and were now facing the consequences. They were in no position to be making demands. Personally, Amelia thought it was amazing that the Allies had refused to go along with the whole 'conquering' thing they did back in the day.
"...Germany will be split and shared by America, England, and France, and then the other part to the Soviet Union." England continued.
Germany looked horrified. He clenched his fists, furious.
"To divide it, we will be constructing a wall." London continued. She glanced at Berlin for a second. A cold look passed over her face, but was gone in the blink of an eye. "It will run through Berlin."
The Axis nations gaped at her. Germany stood up, slamming his hands on the table. "There isn't a need to-" He began, furiously.
"Yes, well, there wasn't a need to attack innocent citizens." London cut him off, voice harsh, but not realizing the effect her words had. D.C. and America both looked away, faces filled with grief and shame.
Germany sat back down, helpless. Berlin's face steeled itself, emotionless. He felt Venice tug on his jacket sleeve, but he roughly pulled away. He didn't see the heartbroken expression on her face.
"We were unable to come to a verdict about Prussia." England coughed. "So we handed the decision to our capitals."
All eyes were on them now. More specifically, D.C. She felt herself tense; why were they all looking at her? She looked at her allies, and suddenly saw what everyone else saw. No one saw Ottawa. Paris was still feeling the after effects of the fall of France. London still had some internal bleeding issues, or something like that. Beijing had done pretty much nothing. And Moscow... well, he was never one people would look to to make a rational decision.
The nine year old girl stood up, eyes sadly locked onto Prussia and Konigsberg, face filled with regret. "We, the allied nations and capitals, have come to the conclusion that the Free State of Prussia has become too... militaristic."
Her stomach churned as she watched the confused albino look at his son nervously. Konigsberg kept his eyes on her, face blank but curious. She couldn't help but remember about two hundred years ago, being trained by that same teen at Valley Forge. "We attempted to abolish the Kingdom of Prussia and turn it into the Free State of Prussia, but as we saw, that did not work as we had planned. We could find no other solution. And thus, we have come to this.. unfortunate, conclusion..." D.C. closed her eyes briefly. "I, the District of Columbia, hereby dissolve the Free State of Prussia and strip it of its nationhood."
There was a ringing silence. Everyone looked at Prussia and Konigsberg.
Prussia gasped, looking at her in fury. "What have you done?!" He shouted, looking at his hands. He began to fade into a translucent like state.
"Amelia!" Konigsberg shouted, terrified for his father. That snapped everyone out of their horror-strickened trances.
"What were you thinking?!" Madrid was shouting, horrified. Paris didn't answer her. His face looked haunted.
"You can't-!" Venice cried out.
Cries of outrage and protest spoke up, mostly from the Europeans, who had suffered the brunt of the war. They had seen enough destruction for a lifetime.
Germany stood up quickly, "I give my brother, Prussia, half of my land to become East Germany!" He exclaimed, coming up with the first thing that popped in his head.
"Can he do that...?" London looked at her little cousin, confused.
D.C. looked at the nation and capital, no longer fading. "I suppose so." She replied, not knowing whether to feel annoyed that the albino had somehow managed to elude the punishment or feel glad that she wouldn't be witnessing the dissolution of a nation. just as she thought this, however, her eyes flickered down to the paper in her hands. Her stomach flipped.
"Due to the split taking place in Berlin." D.C. continued, trying to steel her nerves. "Allied officials are going to be moving your capital, Germany. Berlin is being tripped of his title as capital."
Yet another shocked silence. Berlin looked grim; as if he had known it was coming. He began turning translucent.
"NO!" Venice shrieked, reaching out to grab her friend. Her hand went right through him. Berlin looked at her, face calm.
"I'm sorry, Venice." He said quietly, slowly fading away.
Berlin looked at his father, who wore a pained expression on his face. "Berlin..." He muttered, before his son disappared.
There was a heavy silence, before shouts of outrage began. Several capitals and nations rounded on D.C. Germany shook with rage. "Take it back! Take it back!" He howled.
"Leave her alone!" Paris snapped, weakly standing up.
"Berlin isn't dead, for God's sake." She grumbled. "Not unless his city dies. But he's being split in half. I guess you could say his spirit is in two, if you believe that mumbo jumbo."
"How do we get him back?" Italy spoke up. Everyone jumped, having forgotten that the usually happy Italian was there.
"Well, he would have to become a capital again... But that won't be happening. Not for a while, anyway." Beijing glared.
"Why haven't I faded yet?" Konigsberg demanded. D.C. looking at him with pity, as if she was contemplating what flowers would look nice on his grave.
Though, knowing Amelia, she could have been.
She coughed, trying to hide the emotion in her voice. "The... The Soviet Union claimed Konigsberg and the land that used to be the Free State of Prussia as their territory." She slid him a document. "You are now the city of Kalingrad."
"What?!" Konigsberg shrieked (but he denied that it sounded like a girl).
"The former Free State of Prussia and East Germany are now territory of the Soviet Union." America reiterated. "So basically, you-" he pointed at Germany. "-may have saved your brother's life, but you've condemned him to living with Russia."
In that moment, Prussia honestly considered giving the land back to Germany.
D.C. sat down, relieved that her part was finally over. She curled into a ball in her seat as London stroked her hair comfortingly. Who's idea was it to make the nine year old dissolve a nation, split a capital, and strip a former capital of its title?
"To continue," England said, face grim. "All annexes made by the Axis powers are to be undone."
As soon as the words left his mouth, there were several sighs of relief throughout the room. The annexed nations felt sudden freedom; as if the weight tied to their ankles had been lifted.
France smiled as he finally felt all control come back to him. Denmark and Norway breathed simultaneous sighs. Korea and China relaxed, glad to feel themselves again as the rest of the Asian nations smiled at them, most of whom felt the same thing they did.
Poland cheered, smiling brightly. He thanked America and turned to face Lithuania. He frowned as he saw the expression on his friend's face. "What's, like, wrong, Liet?"
"Annexes made by the Axis Powers." He replied quietly, face pale. "Mister Russia was not part of the Axis."
There was a chilling silence. Estonia gripped Latvia's hand protectively, avoiding Russia's smiling gaze. America's face looked pained. Vilnius looked at her fellow capital, eyes wide. D.C. looked down, fists clenched.
London cleared her throat. "We have no power over demands about the Soviet Union," She said carefully, eyes flickering to Moscow. "as they are apart of the Allied Forces."
D.C.'s fingers tightened around the table, nearly cracking the food. The nine year old's face was pale as she surveyed the room. A few people looked upset. Some looked neutral. Some just looked tired, having had enough of this already.
The meeting droned on and on. England called for a break, and everyone quickly dispersed. Outside the meeting room, D.C.'s back hit the wall. She closed her eyes and wrapped her jacket around her tighter. D.C. felt a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up and saw Ottawa standing above her, smiling weakly. "C'mon, Amelia. It's all over now, thank God."
D.C. laughed to herself slightly, taking his hand and pulling herself up. "Yeah. You guys kicked ass! Who'd have thought my little brother could be such a bad ass?"
Ottawa ducked his head, embarrassed. "Watch your language, Amelia! And I'm older than you..." He muttered, face slowly growing pink.
D.C. hugged her brother, laughing still. Her eyes fell on the remaining Axis powers. Venice's eyes were red and she was sniffing. Konigsberg was rubbing her back comfortingly, but you could see the grief in his eyes. Tokyo stood by her father, face never betraying any emotion. Germany's face was pale, as he watched Prussia and Konigsberg- no, Kaliningrad- leave with Russia.
"Things get better... right?" D.C. asked, looking up at her brother. Ottawa ruffled her hair.
"Of course. Things change, after all. We've been alive long enough to know that." He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I know you're worried about Tokyo and Japan. They'll be fine. It'll all work out in the end. So quit worrying about it, eh?"
"Dude," D.C.'s eyes sparkled merrily. "It's pronounced about, not aboot, you dork!" She laughed.
Ottawa sighed with exasperation. Some things never change.
Hey guys, been needing some new characters!
Budapest (Hungary's son)
Vienna (Austria's daughter)
Copenhagen (Denmark's son)
Reykjavik (Iceland's son)
Oslo (Norway's son)
Bern (Switzerland's daughter)
Tallinn (Estonia's child)
Riga (Latvia's sibling)
Kiev (Ukraine's son)
Minsk (Belarus' son)
Bucharest (Romania's child)
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Anyone else I haven't thought of is also accepted!