"Tonight's the big night! Finally! Tonight's the night!" Feliciano sang these words as he frosted the cake he had baked. He had waited impatiently all week for Friday, his first club meeting, and now it was almost time. "Alfred, did the pizz—"

"Call me AMERICA!" Alfred kicked the kitchen door open, arms full of freshly delivered pizza boxes.

"It didn't cost more than twenty-five, did it?" Feliciano asked, finishing frosting the cake and taking the pizza boxes from Alfred and setting them on the counter. He went to the fridge and fished out the two-liter bottles of Coke and placed them next to the pizza.

"Naw, here's the change," Alfred dug through his pockets till he found said change, handing it to Feliciano. He hovered near the pizza, stomach growling. "When can I have a slice?" He whined, hands hovering over the box. "It'll be all cold by the time we get to the library."

Feliciano slapped away Alfred's hands, sticking out his tongue. "The library has a microwave. Here, take the pizza, plates, and the Coke down to the library, and I'll grab the little placards and the cake. You can have a slice when you get there, okay?" Feliciano disappeared into his room, finding the grocery bag filled with paper placards he had made with the Nations in the United Nations printed neatly on each one. Feliciano had been working on them all week, and he was excited to see them put to good use. He hadn't made all the nations, of course, just the more commonly known ones. He had a couple of spare paper placards and a permanent marker, in case anyone requested for one he didn't have.

Feliciano grabbed the plate the cake was on with his other hand, balancing it as he expertly moved through his dorm without dropping the cake. He came to an abrupt halt when he realized the front door was shut.

After several minutes of opening doors, picking up bags, putting down bags, shutting doors, Feliciano finally made it to the library. He, and therefore Alfred, had decided to arrive early and set up the snacks and placards. Feliciano found Alfred munching on pizza and drinking coke by their assigned library table. Feliciano set down the cake and placards on a nearby table and looked around the dark library.

"This place is spooky, huh?" Alfred said, hunching a little closer to the warm pool of light the lamp on the table provided.

"I think it's cozy," Feliciano laughed, dumping the placards on the extra table and lining them up. He grabbed 'America' and threw it at Alfred, and grabbed 'Italy' for himself.

The library at this time of night on a Friday evening was practically deserted. The upper levels were all dark, and only the lower levels had the lamps on each table turned on. The table Feliciano had picked was toward the corner of the library, surrounded by tall bookshelves, so that their tables seemed like an island of light. The smell of food wafted through the bookshelves, and Feliciano hoped it was enough to attract members to the meeting.

Feliciano grabbed a slice of pizza and sat down at the table across from Alfred, setting up his placard in front of him.

"Um, hello?"

Feliciano turned around in his chair, grinning. "Hi, Ludwig! You're the first one to arrive, isn't that funny? There's pizza, or cake, oh hello, who's this?"

"I'm Roderich Edelstein." Said the man to Ludwig's left. He pushed his glasses from the tip of the nose to his bridge, and he looked around, unimpressed. "I thought there would be more people here." His accent was similar to Ludwig's, and Feliciano wondered if they were from the same country.

Feliciano smiled, "Well, you guys are actually five minutes early, but that means you get first pick of the nations! There's also pizza and cake, if you want some, and I know there's a microwave somewhere in here if the pizza is too cold."

"What type of cake?" Roderich asked.

"Chocolate, but I made it myself, and I added a lot of cinnamon, but I think that makes it taste really good." Feliciano gestured toward the food table.

Ludwig and Roderich both headed toward the food table, and Roderich cut a slice of cake before surveying the available nations that he could claim. Ludwig looked down at the placards, hands twitching, before leaning over and beginning to alphabetize them. Then, he and Roderich grabbed their placards and took a seat.

A couple of more people trickled into the library, and Feliciano would greet them all enthusiastically and direct them to the food and placard table. Finally, at seven-fifteen, Feliciano stood up and grinned at the people sitting around him.

Lukas had actually come to the meeting, and was sitting and looking bored. He was Norway, and Feliciano was glad to have a representative for the Nordics, even if Lukas kept texting someone every few minutes. Ludwig had taken Germany, and Roderich Austria. There was a man in a suit who Feliciano didn't know who had taken the UK, and a quiet man with a scarf who had taken Russia. Kiku had taken Japan, naturally, and was sitting to Feliciano's left.

"Hello, everyone!" Feliciano waved. "Thank you all so much for coming to the first Model UN meeting! I'm Feliciano, and I represent Italy, and I also run this club. Why don't we go around and tell everyone our names and the countries we chose? Kiku?" Feliciano sat down.

Kiku stood up and nodded to everyone. "Hello. I'm Honda Kiku, and I chose Japan because it is my home country." He sat down.

"Lukas, Norway, because my Mum's from there." Lukas said, eyes glued to his phone as he introduced himself.

"Yo, everyone!" Alfred stood up and looked around, nodding enthusiastically. "I'm Alfred F. Jones, and I'm the good ol' US of A. Chose it 'cause, well, that's where we all are!" He sat down, grinning at the man in the suit to his left.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland," the man introduced. "Or the UK."

"Your accent rocks," said Alfred. "British people are hot. Do you have a sister?"

"I'm Russia," said the scarfed man quickly, smiling shyly at the people at the table. There was an awkward silence as the table waited for him to continue before they moved on.

"I'm Roderich Edelstein. I chose Austria because it's the pinnacle of classical music, and also has a rich history." Roderich introduced himself while nursing his second piece of cake, Feliciano was pleased to see. He knew cake had been a good idea.

Ludwig stood up and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. "I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt, and I chose Germany." He remained standing as if he was going to say something else, but then shook his head and sat down.

Feliciano had been writing down names and their corresponding countries, and he took a second before standing back up. "Alright, so, because this is our first meeting, we can't really do that much that's," Feliciano paused looking for the word, "Like how it would actually be at the UN. If you could look up a little something on your country for next week, it would add to the realism!"

Feliciano sat back down, and shuffled the few papers he had in front of him. "Alright, so this week's issue—"

"Germany, why did you take my bombs?" Alfred demanded.

Ludwig seemed confused for a moment, before turning to Feliciano. "Is this allowed?"

Feliciano smiled and shrugged. "We can ad-lib."

Alfred was tapping his fingers on the table, giving Ludwig and expectant look. "Those were very powerful bombs, Germany. I want to know why you took them."

Ludwig crossed his arms. "I didn't take your bombs, America."

Alfred threw his hands in the air, shaking his head. "Then who did?"

"Ah, Mr. America, what exactly happened?" Kiku asked, calm voice making Alfred look over at him.

Alfred snapped his fingers as he thought, finally explaining, "Well, they were on their way to India, and the boat stopped to refuel in England, but in the morning, the bombs were gone!"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow, "How do you know it was m—how do you know Germany was involved, then?"

Feliciano nodded. "That's true, America. If anything, England would be the one who took your bombs."

The table's attention pivoted to Arthur, who looked around, confused. "Did you just accuse the United Kingdom of stealing American made bombs?"

Alfred laughed, "So, you confess then!"

Arthur snorted. "No, I most certainly did not just 'confess.' Maybe you lost them, America."

Alfred laughed once again, shaking his head. "I wouldn't lose them. Goodness knows you would need the weapons, there, England. You only have seven arms manufacturing companies."

"Oh? And how many do you have, to be producing and losing bombs like they're pieces of candy? Twenty?"

"Nineteen."

Arthur turned to Feliciano, large eyebrows knitted together. "That's not fair. Not all of us are taking Foreign Affairs." He shot a look at Alfred, "Or having a working knowledge of the manufacturing business in other countries."

Feliciano frowned slightly, nodding in agreement. "Hm… Maybe we shouldn't use statistics 'till next week, when everyone's had a chance to look up more about their country."

Alfred shrugged and stood up, wandering over to the food table and cutting a piece of cake. "Ehh… It's not my fault some of us here aren't taking Foreign Affairs."

Arthur turned and opened his mouth to say something to Alfred, but Feliciano was quicker. "Arthur, what are you majoring in?" He smiled, hoping Alfred would like his cake enough not to antagonize the British man.

Arthur turned his attention back to the table, taking a quick glance around like he had forgotten that anyone besides the annoying blond that is Alfred was listening. He cleared his throat. "I'm getting my degree in Sociology. I want to help kids."

"Oh, like a social worker?" Alfred asked, seating himself down with his slice of cake.

Arthur glanced over to his right, "You could call it that."

"Holy shit, this cake is amazing!" Alfred exclaimed, looking around the table.

Roderich nodded, once. "I agree. Feliciano, you're quite the baker. Is this your own recipe?"

Feliciano nodded, smiling. "Well, I think it's my Grandma's, but I bake with it. I make the frosting, though. Grandma's always ended up tasting like whip cream, and then it would seep into the cake and make it all mushy. I—"

Ludwig stood up and took a deep breath. "While I think this is all very well, are we going to get back on topic? Who took America's bombs? We can't just have these expensive and dangerous weapons disappearing without tracking down the Nation who stole them. Though, it should be said that America should have kept a better eye on them." He sat down, raising an eyebrow at Alfred.

"Hey, woah, it's not like I was like, 'Hey, I'm just gonna leave these boxes of bombs right here. I'm gonna go for a drink, random stranger, watch these for me.' They were on my ship," Alfred said.

Kiku sighed and rested his hands on the table. "That's true; it was probably not Mr. America's fault."

Russia, from his position of smiling happily at the end of the table, finally spoke up. "I took them."

The table fell silent, and all eyes turned toward Russia.

"Dude, Ivan, why'd you take them?" Alfred asked in confusion and slight annoyance, finishing up his piece of cake.

Russia smiled and shrugged. "You forget I'm Russia, Alfred."

Alfred snorted and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

Ludwig turned to Feliciano, deciding that the inane chatter had gone on long enough. "What are we going to discuss next week? I think the people here need to be more prepared with information."

Feliciano blinked then nodded, standing up. "Yeah, Ludwig's right! What do you guys want to discuss next week? Any suggestions?" He looked around the table hopefully.

"Global warming," Lukas finally called, still texting on his phone. "It's messing up Norway's seas and all of its wildlife."

Feliciano clapped his hands together. "Alright, everyone! For next week, if you could look up your country's ideas for Climate Change, as well as background information, that'd be awesome~" Feliciano sat back down, only to jump up a moment later. "And make sure to tell your friends about this club! If you could tell them what we're discussing next week, as well as to get background information, that'd be awesome, too!" He remained standing, eyebrows furrowed as he thought.

Roderich stood. "What's next week's flavor?"

Feliciano tilted his head, confused.

"Of cake," Roderich clarified.

Feliciano's face brightened, "Oh, I was thinking of making a strawberry cake." This earned an approving nod from Roderich as he sat down.

"Is the meeting adjourned…?" Ludwig asked, sounding irritable.

Feliciano nodded, "Oh, yeah! Next week's meeting will be longer, I promise! And remember, bring your friends."

Everyone stood up and began to shuffle out, leaving Feliciano and Alfred to clean up. Both the Italian and the blond were lazy, so they ended up eating the rest of the pizza and cake before finally hauling themselves out of their chairs and cleaning up.

"You think there will be more people next week?" Feliciano asked, leading the way out of the library and swinging the empty pizza boxes he was holding.

"Yeah, of course," Alfred laughed and playfully hit the back of Feliciano's head with the empty Coca Cola liter. "That was fun! I wouldn't be surprised if a whole bunch of people come!"

Feliciano chuckled and swatted the empty liter away. "Yeah, well, we'll just have to scatter the fliers from the rooftops, like you said."

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