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"Alright! Time to start the meeting! This time, we'll be discussing the current issue of deforestation!" America yelled from the front of the room. There was a large chalkboard behind him with a poster of some trees and a computer. "If we all use computers instead of paper, we won't have to cut down trees for paper!"

"I concur," Japan mumbled.

It was silent for a moment- usually Switzerland would say something along the lines of "Give your own damn opinions, Japan!".

"What?" Vash asked, licking the back of his hand.

"You're supposed to tell Japan to give his own opinions," America informed him blankly.

"Oh…," He turned to Japan, who was sitting next to him. "Give your own opinions."

The rest of the nations stared at him- Switzerland was never polite about anything.

"I can't agree with that stupid idea. There are places that don't get electricity to power computers, you know," England sighed, sipping his tea.

"I'll just disagree with both of you, again," France did a dramatic hair-flip.

"Shut up, you git! Nobody wants your opinions," England told him, hurling his teacup in the direction of France's head.

Francis ducked, and the teacup smashed China in the head. Russia suddenly started laughing when China hit the floor mumbling "Ar~uuuuuu".

"Crap, that was an expensive teacup," England mourned the loss of his flowered teacup.

Something caused a large window in the room to explode suddenly. Everybody in the room (except for unconscious China) turned to look at the window- some confused, some furious because they now had to deal with a broken window, some still laughing, others staring blankly ahead and not knowing what in the world (lol, pun) was going on.

"Prepare to meet your maker, England!" Sealand had crashed through the large window and landed on the center table, holding a giant plastic water-gun in firing position.

"B'd 'dea Seal'nd. No," Sweden stood up from the table and grabbed the back of Peter's collar, picking him up off the table and carrying him out to the hallway, where he dropped him and then walked back to the table to tap Finland on his shoulder. "W'fe. Go an' wa'ch 'im, ple'se."

"Okay," Finland smiled, but he was shaking from fear. Tino raced out to the hallway.

"Anyone else have anything to add?" America glanced around the table (though few people were still sitting at it).

"I… would like to add to this conversation…," Russia stood up and put his hands on the table with a silly grin on his face.

"Yes, Russia!"

"I would like to add to this conversation… SOME VODKA!" and with that, he pulled a keg of vodka out of back pocket.

"How did that fit in there!?" England screamed, taking his foot off of France's bleeding head.

"Who cares!?" France skipped over to the keg of Vodka and tore it in half with his bare hands.

"What is… the matter with these people?" Austria facepalmed.

"SORRY I'M LATE!!" Prussia barged through the huge double-doors wearing a bright red shirt and his classic bear-head mask.

"GAHHH!!" Hungary charged at him with her frying pan, but Austria held her back again.

"Why do you have to do that every time you see him!?"

Vash meanwhile, was the only one still sitting at the table, besides a few other people he didn't know, two of which were Italians with red-brown hair, who seemed to be discussing bread. Another one was a Greek, who was sleeping with his head on the table, drooling on some important-looking documents.

"This… is one bizarre meeting…," Vash said to himself.

"You can say that again," Japan, who was still sitting next to him, mumbled quietly. "They plan these things, you know…"

"I tried to write the script this time, but they didn't use it. Said it was too explicit," Greece suddenly woke up and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"If they're written by you… they would have to be," Kiku informed him.

Vash felt someone come up behind him and start poking his kitty ears. He looked up to see a smiling Veneziano tugging on the sandy cat ears.

"What are you doing?" Vash gave him an annoyed look, but Italy just giggled.

"Romano, come look! Switzerland has fuzzy kitty ears!" Italy yelled across the big table to his older brother.

"So?" Lovino crossed his arms over his chest. "Cats suck."

"Don't say that," Feliciano scolded his brother and then looked back down at Vash. "Kitty, do you like pasta?"

"No," Vash told him simply. "I don't."

AuThOr'S nOtEs, WoOt WoOt!!1!
I agree with Vash that this is indeed... one very weird meeting.
If you're wondering why Poland and Liet aren't here, (I doubt anyone was wondering that) it's because they had to send the rye harvest to market. Like I said in the last chapter, the neighboring nations recently cut down their crops.
And... Kitty!Switzerland apparently didn't get a copy of the script, because he didn't know what he was supposed to say.
And if you hadn't figure it out, Germany was the one who was pissed off at the broken window.
(I really wanted to give Sweden's accent a try, so that's the only reason I made Sealand crash through the window- so Sweden could tell him "No". XDDDDD)

Disclaimer in da houze... O.o
I don't own Hetalia.
Hidekazu Himaruya owns Hetalia.
And... there were too many H's in that sentence. D=