"…and so, gentlemen, I think that about wraps it up. To summarize, I would suggest putting pressure on Russia politically, and perhaps also to send minor numbers of troops as more of a morale booster for Georgia than actual help. Russia should be forced to withdraw," Armenia concluded. "Any questions?"

He surveyed the crowded conference room, and sighed. Few were responsive, as he had expected. Surprised, he saw a hand rise from France. "Yes, sir?"
"I have a question in general," the nation responded. "It's for the entire conference."

"Well, please continue, then," Armenia smiled.

"Why should we support this plan? Is there any gain for us?" the blond nation asked, his voice swelling to echo around the chamber dramatically. "I personally have never gone into a war without there being a significant monetary or land incentive."

Moldova was on his feet instantly, frantically raising a hand. "Permission for counter-argument, sir?"

Germany nodded, bemused. "Please."

"France, you're an insensitive ASSHOLE." And Moldova sat down, just like that. Armenia whispered frantically in his ally's ear, trying to keep from laughing; England's eyes widened, and he frantically tried to avoid spraying tea all over Italy Romano and his girlfriend, San Marino1; Belarus burst out laughing; and America started to applaud, slowly, nodding and grinning at the small nation.

After some consultation, Moldova stood again, and added, "Fellow delegates, that's not entirely what I meant. English is not my first language. What I meant to say is that France is being insensitive to the needs of the small. I have a worse economic situation than Georgia, but do I give in to Russia? No. I have to deal with and manage one of the largest black markets in Europe in my country, but do I ask for help? Very little. I attended a German university growing up, and I learned how France beggared Germany after World War I, a futile task of building a house of cards with no stable base. May I remind you that you have never undertaken any wars that you WON for the past century and a half without America or England covering your ass." Moldova paused, hearing the other nations titter and whisper among themselves. "What I'm really asking, France, is if you have it in you to be one of the great nations again. I couldn't be more ashamed of you. I yield my time to the chair."

Germany spoke on his second try; he had been gripping his chair handles so tightly his knuckles were white during Moldova's speech. "Ahem. Er, is there a response from the opposition?" He glanced towards France. To his great surprise, and to Moldova's embarrassment, the nation was weeping. Silently, but still, weeping.

"France?" Japan, the nation to France's immediate left, nudged the blond gently. "France, do you want to rebut?"

The large nation said nothing, staring at one wood knot on the conference table, tears splashing down onto the conference table. Germany coughed, and shuffled the paperwork on his desk to cover his own embarrassment. "Is there another nation wishing to speak at this time?" He gazed around the chamber. "None?" He glanced back at his notes. A vote on the issue is now in order. A vote? Oh, all right.

"All nations in favor of aiding Georgia in her present crisis, and confirming their aid whether it is military or in the matter of embasserial pressure, please raise your placards."

Germany counted them slowly, then sucked in his breath sharply. Ninety-eight, out of one hundred, had voted affirmative.

"All opposed?" The Russian representative raised his placard halfheartedly. Germany sighed. "Italy, you HAVE to vote."

"Oh," the cute little nation said, confused. "I vote with Romano then!"

"Stupid little brother," Romano muttered.

And throughout the entire vote, France's gaze remained focused on the desk.

1 "Nicole", and you know who you are, this is for you XD