"America!" Canada hissed, waking the sleeping country. "Wake up! It's your turn!" America snapped awake with a yawn. "Huh?" Canada tutted. "Seriously, stop playing games so late! It's your turn! Go speak!" with gentle hands Canada shoved America to his feet, and America took the podium, still yawning. "thank y'all for waitin" America managed through his yawn. "Ah was up late playin' video games so ahm mighty tired." England tensed up with a look of irritation and Canada sighed. "This is why you need to sleep more." he muttered, although no one heard him.

America sleepily pulled out his notes and looked over them. "Anyway, as fah as global warmin', this heah," he turned on the projector to show a large picture of Canada and Russia standing in snow up to their knees "Ah have a ideah." he continued. "As Y'alls know, Russia's main export is snow an' vodka, an' Canada's main exports is snow an' maple syrup, so ah think if we jus' have them export snow ta bunch of place's that'r hawt, that'll just about do it ta stop global warming!" He finished his speach with yet another yawn, and for once no country said anything, not even a single "Who?".

Then finally, almost shakily, Germany raised his hand. "America - Vhat vas that?" America's head was already nodding again and he jerked it up. "Huh? What? Ya want me ta go over it agin?" He sighed but obliged. "So ah was thinkin' we ken jus' have Russia 'n' Canada heah send on over some of their snow, an' then-" Canada had been slowly counting down as America spoke, and as he reached one, England blew, jumping to his feet and slamming his hands on the table. "What's with that awful accent, you bloddly wanker?" England snapped. "I've told you time and time again to use proper English!"

America regarded England's outburst as though he was a cute child throwing a tantrum, and slowly responded. "Ah can't help it, ahm plumb tuckered out. No need to throw a hissy." England made a noise between an angry dog and a cobra spitting and threw himself out of his chair at America. Only Canada's quick reaction, due to the fact he had been expecting this, stopped England from fastening his hands around America's unprotected throat. France for once, made no attempt to stop England, which Canada suspected was due to the fact France had much the same reaction when Canada spoke his French around him.

By the time England calmed down and Germany managed to take control of the meeting again, the cause of all the fuss lay slumped over the podium in a deep sleep, softly snoring. If England hadn't tired himself out trying to murder America, he might have been tempted to try it again, if only for the fact that America had the nerve to sleep through it. But, due to the fact that Russia looked one wrong move away from murdering everyone in the room, and his own exhaustion, England decided he would let it go.

That is, until America muttered while still half asleep "s'okay, England, ah'll jus' microwave mah tea."

This time, even Canada didn't try to stop England.