The Annexation of Georgia, part 2

The gavel banged down onto the dais. "This committee is now in session," Germany announced loudly. "Would all delegates come to order?"

As the nations settled down, various expressions flitted across the many faces around the table. Japan looked disturbed; the Baltics, along with many other post-USSR nations, were talking earnestly amongst themselves; France and Italy were again laughing together, and America was nursing his wound from Russia's switchblade. The way he was acting, it was as if he'd been stabbed through a vital organ; it had barely grazed his shoulder.

"Settle down, please," Germany said, a little louder.

"—and the funniest thing was, that he STILL thought—" France laughed, trying to breathe and laugh at the same time, patting the laughing and hiccupping Italy on the back—

"SHUT UP! ALL NATIONS MUST RAISE THEIR HANDS TO SPEAK. UNDERSTOOD?" Germany thundered. Italy's eyes filled with tears; he was about to start crying, Germany just knew it. "Italy, I didn't mean it in a bad way," the blond nation sighed.

Italy's smile came back, and he laughed in that innocent way of his. "I know!"

Germany rolled his eyes. "All right, back to business. Georgia has been invaded by Russia. I believe the consensus is that we need to do SOMETHING about it, but I've heard various theories fly around. If anyone has a cohesive idea, please, share it."

America's hand shot up; Germany tentatively nodded for the megapower to speak. "Hey guys, what if we invaded Russia!?" the nation shouted excitedly.

"What, are you insane?" England said loudly. Germany glared; the island nation halfheartedly raised his hand to speak.

"England, you're acknowledged. Please continue."
"Simply put, that's even more stupid than your super hero idea for climate change. Russia's got General Winter on his side. Almost every nation here has tried to invade at some point or another, and they have all been repulsed by the cold." England irritably sipped his Earl Grey. "Well, except for YOU, but that's merely because you're on the other side of the world."

America's hand shot up. Germany glared at them both. "You're technically in debate; continue talking, but if you interrupt each other, so help me, I'll ignore you the rest of this conference." America and England nodded, not quite understanding. "It's basic parliamentary procedure," Germany muttered, slightly embarrassed, then louder, "America, you have the floor."

America bounced to his feet, cradling his scrape tenderly. "Okay, guys! I have a ton of soldiers all over the world right now, and I can't really afford to deploy anymore at the moment. So it's all up to you guys!" And with that, he flopped back to his seat, a smile on his face.

England stood again; he began, with a nod from Germany. "Firstly, America, the soldiers deployed are just another example of your expansionist tendencies. I believe you have plenty of troops left; you have one of the largest standing armies in the world, after all."

"After me-aru," China chirped, then shrank under Germany's hundred-watt stare.

"My point is, gentlemen, that if we work together, it is possible to defeat even such a nation as Russia," England continued. "I have a small standing army compared to you two," and he gestured pointedly towards America and China, "but I can contribute some, and I will."

Germany looked towards America. "Do you want to rebut?"

"What?"

Germany sighed. "Never mind. Any more speakers?" He surveyed the crowded table. "Anyone at all?"

Slowly, timidly, a short young man raised his hand. "Er, I have some suggestions," he said, obviously uncomfortable with the attention on him.

"Please continue, er…" Germany faltered. Who was this nation?

"The Republic of Armenia, sir." The little nation smiled. "I'm Georgia's next-door neighbor, along with Turkey, Russia and Azerbaijan."