Ivana looked into the boy's strange amethyst eyes and panicked. "Let me out!" she yelled, banging on the door. "Not until I hear some sweet pickup lines and hot making out action from Onii-chan~!" Master Norway cooed. Ivana gave up and sank to the floor. The boy sat next to her. The Siberian girl turned to get a proper look at this guy who was apparently supposed to be seducing her. The small size of the closet was forcing them to sit closer together than Ivana had originally thought, and so she gave a jolt of surprise when she found the strange nation's face inches from her own. He was quite beautiful, now that she got a good look at him. His messy white hair framed his pale face as if he had just fallen out of bed.

"So...uh...what's your name? I'm Ivana Braginskaya. F-from Siberia...I'm eighteen." she smiled nervously. "Oh, uh...um...I'm Emil. Emil Steilsson. From Iceland. I'm seventeen. Yeah." he blurted. "So..." "Yeah..." Outside of the door, Lukas facepalmed at his brother's lack of romantic skill. "Hey. Uh, did it, uh, hurt when you fell? 'C-cause, you uh, must be an, um, angel or something...from heaven, y-you know..." Emil stuttered, blushing madly. "Really, you, uh, you're really, pretty, you know? I'm glad I met you, actually. You, uh, um...yeah..." Ivana rolled her eyes, and grabbed his frilly white tie, pulling his face even closer until she could feel his cold breath on her cheeks. She hastily pressed their lips together in a rush of adrenaline. His face really looked like a tomato now. His purple eyes were wide in shock, as if he weren't quite sure what to do, self-conscious about being a terrible kisser. Eventually, he got the hang of it and pulled Ivana closer and deepened the kiss. All too soon, she pulled away and brushed Emil's hair out of his face and smiled.
Lukas was really disappointed about the fact that his brother wasn't about to call him Onii-chan 100 times, but his total social awkwardness truly was comedy gold to him, and he had that priceless pickup line on camera now. Can you say BLACKMAIL~?

Lukas opened the closet door with a smirk and said "Okay loverbirds~, time to come out!" Ivana and Emil looked at eachother, still blushing, and stood up. Emil grabbed Ivana's hand and pulled her closer, not particularly wanting to let her go any time soon. Raivis nervously shuffled over, looking pretty upset. "M-mister w-w-hite h-haired g-g-uy? D-id y-you do anything t-t-o h-her?" he worried. [You see, Raivis had been harboring an intense crush on Ivana for about 6 years now.] Lukas looked down at the pitifully moe boy. "Yup, they just made out, Lil' Miss Maidy-kins. Now scram." The Latvian boy began to sob and he ran out of the conference room. Emil gently tugged Ivana over to where he was sitting and patted the empty seat next to him. Ivana's brother looked a little irritated that his sister had ditched him for that 'Icelandic Fairy-man' as Emil was now known in Ivan's mind.

"Okay, so. It's my turn now. I know he just went and everything, but I'm choosing ONII-CHAN. Truth...or DARE!" Emil said, still blushing. However, as the word "onii-chan" left his mouth, a strange blue aura surrounded him, scaring the crap out of his twenty-one year-old brother. "Must...not...poop...my...pants..." Master Norway thought furiously. "Dare. And you just called me Onii-chan, HA!" he eventually said, barely keeping from wetting himself. "Okay, onii-chan. YOU go try and seduce a girl now. If you fail, you give me that embarassing tape of me saying that pickup line!" Emil smiled. "Er, Emil? I...actually thought that pickup line was...kinda...cute..." Ivana blushed. And soon both of them launched into a full scale blushing festival, causing Spain and Romano to shower the room with tomatoes and sing that one "~You were always gonna be mah love~" song from that Pokemon parody.

"Okay, Onii-chan. I'm NOT willing to give up that tape, so I accept your dare." To make onii-chan jealous, He walked over to Ivana, bent over, and began to whisper something breathily into her ear. Ivana began to blush furiously and squirm around uncomfortably. Before she had time to react, Lukas tilted her head up and kissed her. Ivana pulled away, shocked, when Emil sprung from his seat and tackled the Norwegian man. "How dare you take advantage of her like that! You're so mean to me! Just as I finally get a girl to like me you just HAVE to go and seduce her with that sexy ear whisper thing that you do! I hate you! I hate you a thousand times! Die! Die! DIE!" Emil shouted as he attempted to choke his brother. [And really, who would blame him? BTW, Iceland's got a nasty temper] "Zu-Zumomo!" Lukas managed to gasp. The green troll spirit lifted the Icelandic boy off of his brother, whose face was a little blue from suffocation. Ivana just sat there feeling pretty awkward.

When Zumomo finally let Emil down, he was red from embarassment and sat back with Ivana, putting his arm around her protectively. "Anyways, I get another turn. Truth or Dare, Mr. Annoying?" Lukas smirked. A spiky haired man stood up. "AWESOME DENMARK IS READY FOR ANYTHING! DARE ALL THE WAY~!" "Okay, Awesome Denmark, I dare you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the evening, starting now!" Denmark's face fell. He held up his hand to speak, but Master Norway shook his head. Mr. Annoying began to scribble something down on a piece of scrap paper. It read - "Yo,
guys! Let's do something else! I'm bored!" "Well, what do you suggest?" Lukas demanded. After some more scribbling - "How about a beauty contest?"
"Denmark wants to do a beauty contest. Are we all in agreement?" the Norwegian man shouted. There was again a general murmur of agreement, but mant growls of "Let's stop wasting our time and get on with the meeting!".

"Okay. Before we start, I must ask - was anything IMPORTANT going to be discussed at this meeting? Because at this rate, we won't have any time left for that. Plus, it's a beautiful day outside. We should go to the pool or something." Lukas said, attempting to become the boss of this meeting.
After that, many people stayed behind to actually have a meeting, but some of the younger, more easily bored ones went with Norway and Denmark to the pool for a "Beauty Contest". Sounds suspicious, if you think about it...