...Oops, I forgot to catch up on uploading the chapters here. [shifty eyes]
Canada was in the middle of bashing one of the things when his phone trilled in his pocket.
"Fuck," he muttered, pulling the device out even as he casually brained yet another creature. (If there were one thing hockey was good for, besides being a marvelous way to let out aggression, it was for honing the reflexes to bash anything coming at him.) His brows furrowed when he realised it was an alert from the "International Chatroom, Yeah!" - one attempt of many to foster good international relations that had died a fiery death. It had been taken over by nonsense and all caps arguments nearly as soon as it had been introduced; in the end, out of sheer frustration, everyone had agreed to drop it. He hadn't even realised it still existed. Actually, he was sort of surprised he still had a signal to receive the message.
Looking at the text that was already erupting over his phone screen though, it was probably a good idea to hole up somewhere where he could concentrate on the conversation and not the fight.
...
Big Brother France: Hello? Is there anyone there?
Polska~~~: like hi? wow i like ttly 4got about this
Bundesrepublik Deutschland: ...yes, well.
Bundesrepublik Deutschland: Those who have gathered at my house feel it would be best to meet in Rome to discuss the current situation.
Bundesrepublik Deutschland: At the moment, the Vatican seems to be safe of the creatures. Therefore, I propose those who wish to add their input travel to Vatican City as soon as possible.
Mexico: Fah! You Europeans! So centered upon yourselves!
Mexico: And how do you propose people get there, hm?
Madagasikara: Well I don't care.
Madagasikara: I'm closing borders. You keep your monsters out, I'll keep mine in.
Madagasikara: Now let me sign off already.
Liechtenstein: Brother says he agrees with Madagascar's plan.
Polska~~~: way 2 be total moodkillers.
Polska~~~: i'll ttly go if it's safe! so like some1's going to come pick me up right?
Polska~~~: o wait i gotta tell liet brb
The United States of America, FUCK YEAH!: man mex alrdy sed wat i was gonna. neway i cant jst leve my citzns! thatd b ttly unheroic!
Big Brother France: I disagree with whatever you said.
Mexico: I'm ashamed to be related to you in any way.
中國: Your username too long. Also type more properly. Also seem like you say something half sensible for once. I think. How amazing, ah~ :o
The United States of America, FUCK YEAH!: hey!
The United States of America, FUCK YEAH!: wats w th dogpile on me thats so uncool
Veneziano here!: but but but fratello says the vatican really is safe! and ve~ germany's making a face again.
Bundesrepublik Deutschland: Italy!
Veneziano here!: Huh?
Bundesrepublik Deutschland: ...never mind.
Bundesrepublik Deutschland: In any case! Anyone who is interested, come to the Vatican. End of discussion.
中國: Aiyah, so bossy, ah. I will think about it. Family is priority.
Canada: Hello. Has anyone heard from England yet?
The United States of America, FUCK YEAH!: whos at ur place neway grmny? u sed thers ppl ther rite?
Big Brother France: That would be Germany, Prussia, the Italies, Spain, and, of course, myself.
The United States of America, FUCK YEAH!: ha! c u cud undrstnd me!
Canada: Um...
Big Brother France: I'm sorry, I'm afraid I couldn't quite catch what you said.
The United States of America, FUCK YEAH!: hey!
Canada: EXCUSE ME.
Mexico: What would you expect from America?
Canada: ...Never mind.
...
Back at Germany's house, however, most of the occupants were more interested in the storm brewing off the computer screens.
The couch had become a veritable war zone. Germany had moved everything breakable to the kitchen early on; foresight and decades of living with his brother had taught him it was always better to be safe than sorry. Since the phone call from the Vatican church had informed them of the city-state's status, it'd been an ongoing battle to wear Romano down from barring everyone but his brother and himself entry, to finally allowing them to host a world meeting there. After all, it might have been the only place safe enough and big enough at the moment to hold everyone who might come.
They'd been mostly successful, in that they'd finally gotten Romano to agree. Romano had yet to stop yelling though. "I'm only letting you guys into Rome to keep Fratello safe, got it?"
"You're such a good brother! Buhyo~ Ah! Your face is turning red again! So cuuuuuute."
"Sto- mmph! STOP SQUISHING MY CHEEKS, YOU BASTARD!" A crash. Not for the first time in the past couple hours, Germany was thankful he'd left the room. If only there were some way to keep an eye on everyone and yet be even further...
Footsteps alerted him to France's presence before the other man stopped at his side. It was strange to consider, but at the moment France was the most level-headed nation under his roof, himself aside. It was true too, though, that the man was also possibly the oldest nation under his roof. It was hard to remember that sometimes.
He tensed as France leaned in - too close! - to peer at his screen. Hadn't the man been accessing the conversation with his phone earlier? Surely there was no need for the man to look over his shoulder!
"Well! For better or worse, it seems to be decided," France said. The man's breath ghosted against his ear as he spoke, and kneejerk reaction, he shoved France back, his arm faltering only when he realised.
"My apologies."
"No, no. I didn't realise you'd be so... sensitive."
Of course, this was France. "We should get ready to travel," he said, choosing to ignore the last statement.
He could still feel France's gaze on his back when he went to herd everyone into some semblance of order.
.
To be continued.