A few weeks after meeting with the newest countries, there was a World Summit meeting scheduled to discuss the appearance of the new representatives.

Naplina - the newest Italian representative - was in a new frilly dress that was a bit big for her, Romano being the one shopping for her, he had no idea what size to get her, and Italy was the one who seemed to have best luck with children out of the two of them.

Romano sighed – his little sister was scared of him, and preferred Italy over him...Just like everyone else...

Of course, Romano did lock her in a closet for crushing a whole bunch of tomatoes while she was still learning how to pick them, but that was her fault for not being gentle enough with them, right? Right! She should have been more careful.

Svalbard, meanwhile, had already made it into the meeting room with the Nordic countries. The meeting hadn't started at that point, but many nations were fighting one another anyway, and - good God - was that man in the middle of the room holding a pipe?

"That's Russia," Denmark told her, "He's scary..."

Svalbard nodded, backing away from the man with his gloved fingers around the pipe.

There was also a girl lingering behind him.

"That's Belarus, Russia's sister," Iceland's voice followed Denmark's, "She torments Russia constantly. She's even worse than he is. If you don't stay away from Russia, you have a chance of having to fight her, you don't want that..."

"Also there's France and China," Norway sighed, "France will take advantage of you, and China wants you all to himself. Be careful."

"'Nd 'Me'r'ca," Sweden mumbled, "h's b'd infl'nc.'"

Svalbard sighed, the meeting hadn't even started and she already had a long list of countries to avoid...Weren't there any normal countries around?

The three Italies walked into the meeting room to the chaos, Romano sighing and looking around, hoping no one would notice the three of them just yet. He didn't want any trouble for his new little sister at the moment; not when she just now appeared as a country representative.

Russia soon grew bored of his argument with America, and noticed Italy and Romano – and was that a third person with them?

"Privet, comrades," Russia greeted them cheerfully, although...to the Italians, it didn't seem too...Cheerful, "Who is this little girl you have with you?"

Romano pushed Naplina behind him and Italy to protect her, although both of the brothers wanted to high-tail it and run, "You will know her as either Naplina or Central Italy," Romano's voice was a bit shaky, "And you will stay the hell away from her, vodka bastard!"

"Why would I need to stay away from her?" Russia looked at them, his purple aura surrounding his body, "Our bosses are getting along well, da?"

Russia took a step towards the brothers who were shielding their younger sister, making them take a couple steps back.

"DOITSU! DOITSU!" Italy ran off with his tail between his legs, leaving his brother.

Romano would've been super pissed, if it weren't for the horrible presence of Russia. Russia was about to step closer to the older Italian when a hand tugged on his coat. He looked down to see the little girl tugging on his coat. She had slipped out from behind her eldest brother Romano to tug on Russia's coat.

She's not scared of me? Russia looked at her curiously in awe. The only people who weren't afraid of him were his sisters, and one of them scared him.

"Mister, what are you hiding under your coat?" She asked innocently, "Aren't you hot?"

Well... Russia thought, If she's not going to be scared of me, I'm not going to give her a reason unless she grows does something harmful towards my country...

"I'm not hiding, little one," Russia looked at her, with nothing but a surprised tone in his voice, there wasn't even any menace in his voice, "This is how everybody dressed in my country, it is very cold there, da?"

"But don't you get hot when you're here? It can't be cold here for you..." Naplina's rather innocent tone of voice was almost flooded out by the sound of Romano freaking out and running to Spain.

Meanwhile, Italy had gotten Germany's attention, "Doitsu! We need your help!"

"What is it this time, Feliciano?" Germany turned to the younger of the Italian brothers, "Who's planning on invading you now?"

Italy shook his head, "Ludwig, it's worse than that!"
Germany sighed, "Hurry up and tell me, before the meeting starts."

Italy proceeded to tell Germany of how he had met his younger sister, Naplina, and how Russia had confronted them before he had ran off with his tail between his legs just moments before, "...And if someone doesn't do something, they could get hurt!" Italy looked up at Germany, almost begging for the blonde man's help.

The German stared at Italy, Another Italian? Now? A fool like Italy and an extremely rude tomato junkie like Romano weren't enough and they really needed the third representative?

Germany could see it; soon there would be even more Italians and then they would all take over the world and everyone would DIE!

Germany sighed, "He's not hurting her..."

On Svalbard's end, she and the Nordic countries had separated from each other to socialize before the meeting. She saw a little girl with who she had been able to recognize as the Italian brothers – Italy and Romano, but she didn't recognize the child.

Maybe a new country? Svalbard thought as she walked around to try to mingle.

Suddenly, she rammed into a boy who she was sure wasn't there a second ago – and was that ghostly voice she was sure she heard say "I'm Canada"? Either way, she lost her balance and crashed into another country.

He looked a bit familiar to Svalbard...Huge eyebrows, short blonde hair...Oh, it was England. Norway had shown pictures to Svalbard prior to coming to the World Summit meeting, mainly so she could see who was normal and who...would probably damage her as a country (*coughAmericacough*) or as an individual (*coughFrancecough*).

They didn't necessarily tell her whether to stay away from the Englishman or if it was okay to hang around him. He looked pretty normal, although if it weren't for the pipe and purple aura floating about him, Russia would probably look pretty normal too, minus the whole "he's taller than everyone else" thing...

Svalbard looked up at the blonde man, who looked back.

"I'm sorry," He reached out to help her up, "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," Svalbard said, taking his hand and getting to her feet, "England, I take it?"

"Yes, how did you know?" England looked at her, raising one of his huge caterpillar-like eyebrows.

"Norway told me about you," Svalbard said kindly, "He showed me all of the countries' photographs before coming here," She smiled a bit, "And your accent sorta gave it away."

"I see," England nodded, "So I don't suppose you can tell who the girl is with the Italians...I would think she would be a new representative, but she can't be related to the Italians in any way..."

"Why do you say that?" Svalbard asked curiously.

"Well...Italians tend to run away as fast as possible at the sight of Russia and..." England paused, "...She's actually bothering him..."