Asia
Ari: Woo! Are you guys ready? YEAH ASIA! Well, I gotta do a disclaimer, since I haven't been. You know what? Seattle, you do it.
Seattle: Ugh. Fictionalities does in no way own Hetalia. Please enjoy, and review. Have a good day. Can I go now? I've got a Seahawks game to go to.
Ari: Yeah, go on. Enjoy!
Tokyo grinned, and screwed the panel onto the machine. She held it up to the light, her long fingers covered in grease and soot. The machine's inner parts worked perfectly, now to put it in the disguise. She slipped the tiny robotic cube into an innocent looking stuffed panda, and stitched it back up, the light casting her shadow on the wall behind her. When it was finished, she gently set it into a box, and tied it up with ribbon. She attached a card, and glued a tiny camera onto the bow, almost unnoticeable under the shimmering red cloth. "It's perfect," she whispered, her soft voice barely reaching her own ears.
"TOKYO? LIKE, COME ON, WE GOTTA GO!" screamed a voice from the hall, making Tokyo jump.
"I'll be right there!" she yelled back. Standing, she straightened her short, pink skirt. With a glance at her tools, she left, putting the box outside her eldest brother China's room. She ran to the bathroom, wiping off the soot and grime from her light blue tank top with a wet towel. She pulled up her kitten knee socks, and ran out to where Hong Kong was waiting. "I'm ready. Let's go."
"What took you so long? Were you, like, making something? Like, one of those stuffed things or something?" Hong Kong asked, following Tokyo out the door.
"Or something." Tokyo grinned, and pulled open the door of a car that was waiting for them. She leaned inside, and Hong Kong saw why guys always did what she said. "Hey, hottie! How about you drive me and my brother to the airport?"
The driver nodded, noticeably staring at Tokyo when she turned to Hong Kong.
"Nii-sama, let's go." Tokyo turned back to the car, her scarlet dyed hair looking like flames. The driver hurriedly got out and opened the door of the car, bowing to Tokyo. "Thanks, hottie." She sat down, and beckoned for Hong Kong to sit.
"You're like, horrible." Hong Kong sat down. He shook his head as Tokyo slammed the glass partition between her and the driver closed.
"Hey, it's not my fault they do what I say!" She grinned evilly. "Well, I guess it kind of is."
"It's like, entirely your fault, Ayaka! You're evil!" Hong Kong grinned. "And that's why you're so like, good at this."
"Oh, shut up." Tokyo pulled headphones from who knows where, and plugged them into her phone. "Wake me when we're there."
The countries all were silent, hoping that their World Meeting wouldn't be interrupted again. After a while, they relaxed, and the normal chaos ensued; France flirting with England, said Brit punching France in the face, China beating America on the head with a wok, the normal stuff. Needless to say, nobody but Canada noticed when a pinkish gas came up from the vent. He gulped, and ran out before something bad happened.
Outside the meeting room, Tokyo, Hong Kong and Beijing fiddled with a machine. They whispered furiously and ended up just turning it on full power. They ran down to a waiting van, where Seoul was setting up cameras. She grinned, and pointed to the screens.
China sighed. Nothing was going right, half the countries were fighting, and the other half had given up, like him. He looked around, bored, and saw a suspicious pink gas streaming from the vents. He paled, and quickly texted Tokyo.
From: China-nii;
What did you do?
From: Tokyo-chan;
What? What happened?
From: China-nii;
There's a weird pink gas, aru!
From: Tokyo-chan;
Huh. No idea what that could be! Did you like my gift?
China winced, and rubbed the spot where the stuffed panda had attacked him.
From: China-nii;
You're in so much trouble, aru.
From: Tokyo-chan;
I'm used to it. Oh, some stuff should be happening about now. Bye, Nii-sama!
China glared at his phone, and looked up, suspicious. What the heck did she do, aru? He glanced at Japan, who was blushing, and staring at France. China gulped, and reluctantly looked over. France was grinning, and had his arm around England, who looked like he was trying not to punch France. When China looked at the rest of the countries, he realized that the pink gas must be an aphrodisiac, and the nations were fighting it with varying levels of success.
"Okay, break! You have 1 hour to rest." Germany yelled. He stood, and left quickly, not looking at any of the countries. France and England left just as fast.
China watched as the countries left in pairs. He pulled out his phone again and texted the cities.
From: China;
You all are SO dead when I find you. Especially you, Tokyo, aru!
From: Hong Kong;
Well, you'd have to like find us first!
From: Beijing;
We live with him, Hong Kong, remember?
From: Tokyo;
HAH! I'm good then?
From: China;
No. I'll talk to Japan.
From: Tokyo;
It seems that Japan is currently… spending time… with a certain American. Good luck, Nii-sama!
From: China;
I don't want to know how you know that.
China glanced up from his phone to see that the room was empty. He sighed, and packed up his stuff, vowing to beat each of the cities on the head with a wok as soon as he saw them.