A/N: If I ever ruled the world this is totally what my cabinet meeting would look like…

Chapter 27: Disorganized Chaos/World Meeting Part 2

"Are you sure that it's okay for us to go to the meeting?" Morgan asked. Denmark laughed obnoxiously.

"The King of the North is fine with it!" Finland smiled.

"Last time the other countries brought their girls so why couldn't we bring ours?"

"I, like, totally agree with that!" Poland said appearing from nowhere.

"Are the others here yet?" Danielle asked. Morgan shrugged.
"We just got here."

"Hey guys! We've been waiting for you!" Amy called as she bounded down the hall and hugged both girls tightly.

"Where is everyone else?" Morgan asked while dislodging Amy's grip of steel.

"You're late; they're all in the conference room." Amy led the way… into pure chaos.

"Korea put Su down. She is not your toy!" Melody ordered. Korea laughed and continued to prance around the room with his fangirl on his back.

"Germany, France touched my butt!" Riley screeched.

"I award a nine point five for target but a two for stealth." Thomas said.

"Do not encourage him, Thomas!" Riley yelled.

"Don't fight it Russia, it is our fate~" Aura said as she and Belarus chased after Russia.

"Timothy, stop dancing on the table!" Elizabeth commanded.
"Table top dancing? Dude, I am so there." Kat leaped up beside Timothy and started doing the Macarena while several other fangirls were doing the Electric Slide.

"The key to world domination, you see, is using something that people are not afraid of. Like if you used camel spiders the plan would epically fail but by using turtles my minions are able to infiltrate homes disguised as pets." Sydney explained. Romania and Spain nodded assent.

"You know when you see a car accident and you know you should look away but you can't?" Alyson asked. Sophie, Reina, and Serenity exchanged looks.

"Yeah." Reina nodded.

"The meeting is a major car accident."

"With these guys in charge it's amazing the world hasn't completely fallen apart." Flandre said.

"Trust fall!" Tiffany shouted as she fell back onto Latvia.

"If the future of Western civilization rests on these people perhaps we should give up now." Dawn sighed. It took nearly an hour to get all the nations and fans to sit down and shut up. After that, Germany explained that anyone who caused a disturbance or took longer than eight minutes to complete their speech would be killed in their sleep with a mustache, a grape, and a piece of uncooked spaghetti.

"Who wants to go first?" Germany asked. Italy's hand immediately shot up. Germany sighed.

"Yes Italy?" Italy drew in a deep breath before shouting at the top of his lungs, "PASTA!" Every nation rolled their eyes. Riley started clapping.

"I second the motion," she yelled as she threw her arm in the air. "All in favor say 'aye!'" A chorus of ayes came from the fans. Riley nodded to herself in a self-satisfied way. "Motion carried." Riley sat back down.

"Anyone else?" Germany asked. Silence filled the room. Riley got up on the meeting table and cleared her throat.

"This is totally boring. So, did ya hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta way." Italy and Romano both visibly paled. "I heard he just ran out of thyme. But hey, here today, gone tomato. His wife's still upset, cheese still not over it. We never sausage a tragedy coming." Riley wiped at a fake tear. "Ashes to ashes, crust to crust. I guess there's just not mushroom for Italian chef's in today's world. He-"

"That is enough Riley!" Germany thundered. "Get off the table!"

"Aw, Germany," Riley took off one of her sneakers and pointed the bottom of it at him. "Don't be like that. I can heel you. I can save your sole! I will even dye for you… Get it? Heel? Sole? Dye? Funny right?"

"Off the table."

"But-"

"Off." Riley sighed and retook her seat. Kat grinned at Riley.

"Those have got to be some of the worst puns I have ever heard." Kat extended her arm for a bro fist. "Good job." Riley grinned.

"I thought so." Germany cleared his throat.

"Now if we can get this meeting back on track-" The meeting was interrupted yet again by three men wearing red bursting through the doors.

"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!" The leader shouted. Spain's head made a hollow thunk as it hit the table. When the men noticed the wide eyed nations and adolescents in the room, they paused.

"Hold on, I believe we've got the wrong room." Said the lead red man.

"Try the wrong show." Amelia said. The lead man considered the notion before nodding.

"Very good, sorry. We'll be on our way now." The men left but several seconds later another shout was heard from down the hall.

"Our main weapon is surprise! Surprise and fear; our two main weapons! And fanatical devotion to the Pope! Our three main weapons." Spain sighed.

"Not those guys again…" England rubbed the back of his head.

"Sorry about them everyone. I would have thought they'd been scrapped by now."

"I move, that since this meeting has been so freaking successful, that we break for lunch." Emily announced. Timothy and Tabitha leaped up at the same time.

"I second the motion!" They yelled at the same time. Germany sighed.

"The meeting will be adjourned for lunch."

Next chapter is going to be about how the fans plan to bring their OTPs together. First up? You'll have to wait and find out!