So …. Please don't throw anything at me? I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update, I feel horrid. But my family was on my back about getting a job, which I have-full time too, plus drama with my dads and school so I've been super busy and just not in the mood to write or update. Again I am very sorry about it, I promise I will try harder to update as regularly as possible.

WARNING: Light swearing … um nothing too bad kissing and that's it.

Chapter Twenty Four

World Meeting

July 17th, 2010, London, England.

Germany was glad that Dashuri was going with him to the World Meeting but humans were not allowed in but since Dashuri was not a human or even in any of the Human Affairs, he wondered how everyone would feel about it. They arrived early (of course), check in the hotel room, and were able to walk about London before anyone was even preparing for the meeting.

When they arrived at the meeting hall Dashuri soon spotted Romano and Italy, and ran to the two Italy's leaving Germany to watch his boyfriend run out in the crowd.

"Italy, Romano!" Dashuri said as he tackled the two in a hug. Italy hugged Dashuri back just as fiercely but Romano held back.

"Oh, I was so worried you would still be mad at Romano for the … marbles…" Italy said as he looked at Dashuri who only smiled.

"Oh of course not, I do not hold grudges," Dashuri said smiling as Germany walked towards them. Italy hugged Germany as soon as he got there.

"Oh, Germany, I hope you're okay, I tried to get Romano to not shoot you!" Italy cried, Germany awkwardly hugged him and nodded.

"It's okay Italy, I'm sure you did …" Germany glared at Romano but did not say anything to the abnormally quiet Italian. Soon some of the other countries began gathering around their group. Dashuri slowly made his way back to Germany's arms and no one seemed to notice anything until France decided to mention it.

"Oh, why is it that every man I love loves someone else?" France cried as he spotted Germany and Dashuri. Britain, who had just arrived, glared at France.

"What are talking about, you bloody frog?" Britain asked having yet to notice the small man who had his arms wrapped around Germany.

"Dashuri," France said pointing at Dashuri who looked up and looked around at the people who had gathered around.

"Who is that sod?" Britain asked walking over to Germany. Germany cleared his throat, Dashuri and Germany unwrapped their arms from around each other but held each other's hands.

"This is Dashuri Heinriche, Duke of Bremen, Germany, and … my " Germany was not sure what they really were, since by Dashuri kind they were soul mates but not married. "My boyfriend." Germany said. Dashuri gapped at Germany, he never thought he would introduce him in such a formal way. Most of the people (minus those who already met Dashuri) gapped at Germany and Dashuri. A young woman made her way to them and hugged Germany and then Dashuri.

"Hallo, Hungry, this is Dashuri, Dashuri this is Hungry." Germany said, Dashuri hugged her back, she smiled at them both.

"I've known Prussia and Germany since they were both little, I will have to tell you all sorts of stories." Dashuri nodded and smiled, he rather like Hungry. Dashuri went back to having his arm wrapped around Germanys as Germany spoke to more people, introducing him to them as they came. It was then Dashuri thought he saw someone he thought recognized. 'It cannot be … I have to at least go ask.' Dashuri left the comfort of Germany's arms as he walked to the man. Germany busy talking did not notice Dashuri was gone until he realized he was missing him at his side. He looked around but could not seem to see where he had gone; until he saw him approach someone on the out skirts of the crowd. Germany slowly walked over to him wondering what was going on. It was then that he heard Dashuri squeal in delight and hug the man.

"Binlerce BIR Selam, Öğretmen (A thousands Greetings, Teacher)!" Dashuri said as he hugged the masked man, who looked down at him in confusion for a bit but soon returned the hug and actually picked Dashuri up and spun him around. Most everyone was confused what was going on.

"Ben birkaç yıl önce sizin öğretmen olmaktan çıktı ama size de bir binlerce Selamlar (A thousands Greetings, to you as well, though I stopped being your teacher a number of years ago)," Sadiq Adnan (Turkey) said as he set Dashuri down. "Ne kadar dört yüz yıl ya oldu? Sana bir göz atalım (What has it been four hundred years or so? Let me have a look at you)" Turkey said smiling as Dashuri turned around.

"Ne yeryüzünde sen, burada Adnan yaptığını gibi Evet bir şey? Yani ... Eğer … (Yes something like that, what on earth are you doing here, Adnan? I mean … you)" Dashuri said a bit confused. Turkey just laughed and hugged him again; Germany had never seen Dashuri so comfortable with anyone except Gottfried.

"Iyi, yeterince iyi bak, sana yeterince yemek henüz görmek (Well, you look good enough, I see you haven't been eating enough)," Turkey said, "ah, evet, iyi ben Türkiye'nin kişileştirme duyuyorum (ah, yes, well I am the personification of Turkey)." He said laughing and Dashuri soon joined him, the two completely obvious to the fact that everyone was still in the dark. It was then that Germany cleared his throat bringing Dashuri's attention back to him.

"Oh, Adnan, benim erkek arkadaşım, Almanya tanışmak istiyorum (Oh, Adnan, I want to meet my boyfriend, Germany), Germany this is Saqid Adnan or I guess Turkey as well." Dashuri said smiling as he grabbed Germany's hand and pulled him closer to Turkey. Turkey turned to looked at Germany.

"Ah, evet, ben onu biliyorum …(ah, yes, I know him)" He held his hand out to Germany, who took it, Turkey leaned forward, "You hurt him in anyway and you will feel the fear and wrath of the Ottoman Empire." Turkey whispered in Germany's ear as he painfully squeezed Germany's hand. Germany nodded unsure he could say anything to the Turk.

"So … um, how do you two know each other?" Germany asked as he rubbed his now sore hand. Dashuri smiled as did Turkey.

"Well, not only was he my pupil but he lived with me for a number of years in the Sixteenth Century after he and his father left Prussia or the Holy Roman Empire where ever they were from." Turkey said, Dashuri nodded (not that they spent all one hundred years with Saqid).

"Yup, one of the best teachers in all of Turkey, of course that would make sense seeing as he is Turkey." Dashuri said smiling. "I honestly never thought I would see you again, I am glad I can now … mayhap you could instruct me again, it has been years since I have done anything." Dashuri added.

"What did you teach him?" Germany a bit confused what they were talking about but it made sense if they were new in Turkey that Dashuri, being young, would get attached to him, Turkey was a very charismatic man. Turkey smiled at Germany's question.

"How to belly dance of course, every good Turkish man knows how." Turkey said and Germany swore he heard Greece say "No, just every womanly man does." Turkey ignored the comment if it was made. Germany looked at Dashuri and then back at Turkey, 'oh mein gott, he's serious.'

"Really, I had no idea that Dashuri could belly dance." Germany said looking at Dashuri making the mental note he would have to ask him to dance for him at some point.

"Oh yes, he was one of my best students, I was rather sad to see them go and I too honestly never thought I would see you again," Again Turkey scooped Dashuri up for hug, which Dashuri squealed with laughter as he did so. Germany watched the two for a moment and was a bit jealous that Germany had never brought such a smile to Dashuri's face but he could tell the love Dashuri had for Turkey was that of a child had for their father or even a very close older brother.

"Please, Adnan, put me down, I'm not a fledgling anymore …" Dashuri said with a laugh as he walked away from Turkey to hugged Germany. "Gott, it's great to see, I had no idea I would find someone I knew here other than the Italy's, France, and Spain … actually I do not think I have seen Spain here." Dashuri as he looked around but most of the countries had gone back to mingling with other people.

"I don't think I have seen him either, maybe he and a Romano are hiding somewhere." Germany said which made Dashuri laugh; it was the most musical thing Germany had heard, deep from his chest, Germany would never get enough of it. Turkey looked at Germany and saw the way he looked at Dashuri; he could tell that they were good for each other, though he would have never made the match himself. It was then that Britain called for the meeting to beginning so the three walked into the room; no one said anything about Dashuri coming in, which cut most of Germany's stress.

(During the Meeting)

Dashuri had been happy that Romano was within perfect range, so after about thirty minutes, Dashuri fished out one of the two marbles he had shot at Germany and chucked it as hard as he could without making it too obvious. He was quite happy to see it hit him directly in between the eyes with a dull thud. Romano looked around angrily trying to figure out who had throw it while Dashuri leaned over as Germany said something to him, as each country spoke Germany would give him their name and luck be on his side just as Romano looked a new speaker stood up. 'Verdammt, I had no idea my aim was so good.' He just about burst into laughter as he saw the dark red mark blooming on Romano head, it was better than a perfect revenge, it was heaven. But he did not want Germany or himself to get into trouble so he would have to wait until later into the meeting.

(About Two hours into the Meeting)

Dashuri chucked the other marble and it must have been his lucky day; he honestly thought this one was going to miss but as it was falling it landed right in Romano lap. Dashuri saw Romano cringe and cover his face with his hands. But sadly Germany had seen that one and gently poked Dashuri, when Dashuri looked at him he shook his head no. So Dashuri pocketed the rest of the marbles he had bought that he had planned on throwing at Romano 'it can wait until later'. Dashuri thought as an idea came into his head and again he wanted to burst out in laughter.

(The end of the Meeting)

Romano had still not figured out who had thrown the two marbles at him but he had a good sense to believe it was Germany getting back at him for shooting him, 'it would be that Kraut bastard to get me during a meeting can't play fair.' Romano thought but the meeting was going to a close and he was forming a plan to get him back. Everyone was getting up and soon Romano was standing too only to find that there were marbles placed all around his feet. Soon he slipped back, missing the chair to fall hard on his ass with a thud. Dashuri had to turn as he saw Romano fall down, though he was glad to see he had not hit his head on the table. Germany glared at Dashuri, who was starting to cry from holding in his laughter.

"Fratello, what happened, are you okay?" Italy asked as he helped Romano help. Romano just glared at him.

"This is all your fault!" Romano yelled as he tried to walk away only to fall flat on his face. Dashuri could not hold it in anymore he was on the floor laughing soon, Germany had to admit it was kind of funny to see Romano get what was coming to him since he had shot Germany. Romano quickly got up and stormed out of the meeting, Italy not far behind him and Spain not far behind him. Some people where confused and just continued what they were doing, other's where laughing.

"You know he's going to be pissed when he finds out it was you." Germany said as he picked Dashuri off the ground, who was still laughing.

"Yea and I will just threaten to throw more marbles at him," Germany sighed as Dashuri laughed, Germany would never admit to him that it had been funny. Turkey approached them smiling (he saw Dashuri throwing the marbles at Romano and so had a few other people, not as tricky as you thought!).

"Peki, ne olduğunu hakkında (So, what was that all about)?" Turkey asked as he got close enough to ask without a whole bunch of people hearing. Dashuri laughed but was a bit worried, 'if Adnan saw, I wonder who else saw …'

"Ah, intikam biraz ... Romano bazı mermerler ile Almanya vurdu ... bu yüzden onlaradöndü düşündüm ve sonra bazı (Ah, just a bit of revenge … Romano shot Germany with some marbles … so I thought I would returned them and then some)." Dashuri said with a chuckle; Turkey nodded.

"Iyi, oğlum, ben eve dönen olmalı, bir yabancı gibi (Well, boy, I must be returning home, don't be a stranger)," Turkey said as he hugged Dashuri and pressed a piece of paper into his hand. Turkey waved to them as he left the room. Dashuri looked down to see a phone number and an address; Dashuri smiled up at Germany.

"Today was a good day, do you not agree?" Dashuri asked as he placed the slip of paper in his pocket before he hugged Germany.

"Ja, it was, you better go pick up those marbles before someone else trips on them." Germany said as Dashuri jogged over to Romano's seat and started picking up the marbles and putting them in his pocket. Dashuri knelt down; Germany looked over his stack of paper, neither seeing someone approaching them. Germany looked up as he heard someone squeal in laughter and then Dashuri's 'omph' and that is when he saw a small, brightly dressed man sitting on top of Dashuri, locking his lips with Dashuri's.

Well I just want to say thank you to everyone to voted in the poll, once the chapter Austria is in you'll understand why I asked. Well tomorrow is my day off so if I'm not feeling too lazy I may post another chapter. Well, please R&R it does keep me going and lets me know you guys want to see some more Dashuri and Germany 3 Sanemadness