Ivan stormed into the meeting room. He spent all night deciding what
he was going to do to this piece of shit that made the mistake of
hurting his sister. He walked right up to "Canada", grabbed him by his
neck, lifted him off the ground and shoved him against the wall.

"Now, you listen to me you son of a bitch," he hissed in his face, "no
one messes with my sister!"

"W-what?"

"Don't play dumb with me!" he shouted while tightening his grip on
poor Gilbert's neck, "You're cheating on my sister with the frying pan
girl, da?"

"Not...cheating...with...Bela...rus.." Gilbert explained, gasping for air.

He couldn't touch the ground. He struggled to reach the floor, to
loosen Ivan's hold on his throat. He didn't understand what was
happening. He would never cheat on Elizaveta! His vision was starting
to go black.

"Her name's Ukraine you dickhead! You'd better break up with the
frying pan girl or I, will, fucking, kill, you!"

"I will take my pipe and bash your puny little brain out! I will make
the beating the bitch with the frying pan gave you last week seem like
a fucking pat on the back!"

"You'd better take fucking good care of my Katyusha or your little
frying pan girl is going to lose some fingers, da?"

Gilbert nodded. No matter what, he had to protect Elizaveta.

"Non, non, non! Imbécile! You can't cure cancer with hamburgers! What
the hell is wrong with you?"

"Ve! Be nice niisan!"

"Sod off Italy!"

"Don't talk that way to Italy! Why are you defending France?"

England froze. Germany had a good point. Why was he defending the
source of all evil?

"I'm not defending him you sausage eating plonker!"

"You sound like Romano!"

"Come on guys! Hamburgers are the answer to everything! You've got to
believe me!"

"I cannot believe you actually like that merde!"

"I wonder what Greece is doing right now..." Japan said longing for
these meetings to come to an end so that he could go see Greece.

Hungary stared at Japan, admiring his love for Greece. She knew that
he wasn't the kind of guy who'd be willing to tell her about his love
life. She had a wonderful boyfriend now, she didn't have to obsess
over yaoi anymore! But old habits die hard.

She found the sexual tension between England and France so
interesting. England seemed to want no one else. And even though
France had feelings for Arthur, that didn't stop him from being a
player. And a rapist. And a pedophile. The whole love hate thing was
enough to make Hungary want to squeal!

And then there was Italy and Germany. It was so painfully obvious that
Germany was in love with Italy. Even though she had known Italy since
he was a little boy, she couldn't tell if he shared Germany's feelings.
Were all the G8 members gay? She didn't mind. It was interesting to
watch all these love stories unfold before her eyes. The one guy who
actually mattered was straight and crazy about her. She felt like the
luckiest girl in the world!

"Break up with her by the end of the day," Russia grumbled, releasing "Canada" as people began to fill the room, "If you don't want her pretty little face to be covered in scars, da?"

"Kolkol! Why hello there kid! I'm glad your feeling better today!" he said patting Sealand on the head, "I'd hate to see something happen to a young lad like you!"

What the hell? Sealand just nodded and backed away from the creepy Russian.

Gilbert shivered and walked away. Ivan was even threatening to hurt Sealand now! He sat down in between Sealand and England, as far away from both Ivan and Elizaveta as possible. He didn't know what to do. He loved Elizaveta and didn't want to break up with her, but he didn't want her to get hurt. She was strong; she'd be able to defend herself against Russia, right? What the hell was he saying? He was an awful person. He was being selfish. He decided that he'd break up with her at the end of the meeting.

Things were tense all morning. England and France kept sending each death stares across the table, Gilbert, much to Mathew's dismay, was quietly staring at his girlfriend and at Ivan, ignoring his responsibilities. Germany was staring longingly at Italy and Japan was texting Greece. Ivan continued threatening "Canada", he pointed towards America, who was happily eating a hamburger, unaware of everything that was going on, with his pipe, signaling that he'd be the next victim. Then he caught Gilbird who had been flying around in the room and began petting him.

Gilbert couldn't take it anymore! He jumped out of his chair, knocking over Sealand, and shouted: "Quit it! I'll do what you say! Just stop!"

Everyone stared at "Canada" and Russia, except for England who noticed Sealand on the floor, searching for his wig that fell off.

"Sealand! What the fuck are you doing here you plonker! Why the hell do you keep following me you sod?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mathew roared, coming out from hiding behind Gilbert, "He's your son! He just wants to be close to you, idiot!"

Now everyone was staring at the Canadas that stood before them.

"If that is Canada, qui est ce gars ici?" France asked, taking off Gilbert's wig.

Everyone gasped. It was Prussia, the guy who kept trying to sneak into the meeting on the first day!

"Get him!" shouted Germany.

Hungary immediately ran towards Gilbert. She stood in battle position in front of him, holding her frying pan, staring down anyone who tried to approach him. No one was going to touch him; he was hers.

"Stay away from him!" Hungary and Mathew shouted in unison.

Mathew turned back to face his dad. He was enraged. He couldn't believe his was related to this asshole!

"I'm fed up with you! You only care about Alfred and you ignore Sealand and me! We're your sons too! You can't just give all your attention to that hamburger eating idiot!"

"Geez, thanks bro. I feel loved."

"Oh God! I'm sorry Al!"

"It's ok, continue! You're on a roll!" Alfred said, giving his brother a thumbs up. It was about time Mathew stood up for himself!

"Just because France sleeps around, it doesn't give the right to neglect your children!"

"Mathieu!"

"You sod! Why would I care what that wanker does?"

"Oh come on! Everyone knows you too are-"

"Mathieu! Je suis fière de toi pour affronter ton père, mais s'il vous plaît ne dites pas des choses comme ça ! "

"Mais papa!"

"Mathieu! Je sais que ton père n'est pas le meilleur, mais il faut quand même avoir du respect!"

"Quit talking French you pillocks! We can't understand what the fuck you're saying!"

"Ve! France is telling Mathew that even though you're an asshole, he still needs to show some respect to you. And not to talk about your sexual relations with him at front of everyone!"

There was a long silence.

"Italy…? You can speak French?"

"Ve! I spend a lot of time with France nii-san so I'm trying to learn!"

France gasped. He'd have to be careful what he said around Italy now.

"Whatever! England, apologize to Sealand or I am going to fucking kill you!"

Gilbert shivered. Mathew was almost as scary as Ivan!

"I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry Peter, Mathew and even Al. I'm an awful father. Please just give me another chance."

Mathew needed a moment to consider this. Peter immediately jumped into his father's arms. Alfred came and patted his brother on the back.

"Good job, bro."

It was at this moment that Gilbert noticed that Hungary was still standing in front of him, ready to kill anyone who approached. He really was the luckiest guy in the world! She was so beautiful in her grey suit. Anything was better than that ugly maid outfit Roderick would make her wear! Her hair was tied back in a sexy ponytail, but she still had her usual flower in her hair.

She was still concentrating on everyone's movements, preparing to murder anyone who could possibly hurt him. He was so happy! He wrapped his arms around her little waist and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I love yo-"

She slammed her frying pan into his face. How dare he say embarrassing things like that in front of everyone! Everyone was staring at them! They all knew she was dating Gilbert! She grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the table.

Gilbert could tell that she was embarrassed that she was dating him. It hurt to know that she felt that way, but he held her hand tight as they sat down. She didn't let go of his hand as the meeting began to start up again.

"So why is Prussia here?" Japan asked.

"I needed him to talk for me because you guys never listen to me during the meetings."

Everyone felt guilty. It was true that they had never paid attention to Canada until very recently.

Ivan was extremely confused. So the white haired boy was Sealand? And Canada was Prussia this whole time? No wait; was it the real Canada's real son who was staying at his sister's house? And who was Katyusha dating? Canada or Prussia?

Gilbert also wanted to clear things up.

"So what's up with you and Ukraine?" he loudly asked Mathew.

Mathew blushed. When had Prussia found out about Ukraine?

"N-nothing! She's just taking care of my son until I get back from the meetings!"

"So you guys aren't dating?"

"W-what? ...Why would you think that?"

"So you don't like her?"

Mathew was silent. Everyone was staring at Mathew. Wasn't Ukraine Russia's big sister? Everyone turned to look at Russia to see his reaction to this odd conversation. Ivan seemed to be listening attentively and was gripping his pipe, ready to kill either Gilbert or Mathew if need be.

"…I love her. She's the most amazing person I've ever met. I love her with all my heart, but it's one-sided. I'm just causing problems for her. So when the meetings are done, I'm going to go take my son and leave. She has enough to deal with already. Alright Gilbert?"

So Mathew thought it was one-sided. Ivan could live with this. He knew that his sister loved him back, but he wasn't going to say anything. He felt kind of sorry for the poor guy, but tough luck! If he couldn't be with Lithuania, then why should Canada get to be with his sister!

Gilbert felt bad for bringing this up in front of everyone. At least, he and Elizaveta were safe from Ivan's wrath now. Mathew seemed really depressed. Gilbert knew what it felt like to be in love with someone who wanted nothing to do with you; he wanted to offer his friend some advice, but not while Russia was in the room. Wait…If Ukraine didn't love Mathew back, why did Ivan threaten him? Why did he try to make him break up with Elizaveta? Gilbert realized that Ukraine loved Mathew. That was the only explanation for Ivan's protective behaviour.

"Listen, Mattie, I think you've got it wrong. I think sh-"he managed to say before Hungary grabbed his arm and began to drag him out of the room by force.

"Liz? Wait...What are you…?..No let me go!...I have to… tell Mattie…!" he whimpered as he was dragged out of the building.

Ivan was glad. He didn't want Canada to know that Katyusha loved him back. He knew that he was being harsh and that if he had more sleep, he would want what would make his sister happy, but right now he just wanted to watch someone else suffer. He didn't care who it was. But someone, anyone, had to suffer. Watching the pathetic look on Canada's face helped him forget how pathetic he was himself after finding out that Toris was in love with that son of a bitch. He'd have to thank the frying pan girl later for stopping that idiot from ruining his fun.

"What the hell? Why did you do that? I was going to…Are you crying?"

"No I'm not!" She said wiping away the tears that were rolling down her face, "I don't cry!"

Gilbert smiled weakly and took his girl into his arms, closing the distance between them. He held her tight.

"Shhh. It's okay to cry," he whispered, stroking her hair, "What's wrong?"

"…Everyone knows that we're dating.…Germany's going to tell Roderick…" she sobbed.

"So what? Who cares if he finds out we're dating?" He grunted, holding her tighter, pissed that she still cared what that piano playing bastard thought, "You guys broke up, right?"

She was dating him, why couldn't she just forget about Roderick?

"…but I wanted us to stay friends…and you guys hate each other…and it's just going to make things worse…" she explained.

"The only reason I hate him is because he treats you like shit. You deserve better friends."

"…He's not that bad! I just don't want things to be awkward between the three of us" she revealed.

This made Gilbert laugh. She didn't want things to be awkward between them.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Hungary asked.

Gilbert stopped laughing when he saw the look of despair on her face. He backed away a bit to look at her, but he didn't move his arms away form her waist.

"I'm sorry. It just sounds so ridiculous!"

"What do you mean?"

Gilbert was shocked. Hadn't she realized how awkward things had been between him and Austria for the past century? How awkward he was around her? Was she that oblivious?

"Don't you think it was awkward for me when you were dating Austria? Or when I thought you were a boy? Or how awkward it was when you tried to get us to spend time together? If we all managed to stay friends this long, I think we're going to be fine."

Hungary smiled. So he had liked her for that long? She really had no idea.

"So you're ok with me staying friends with Austria even though he's my ex?" she asked him, half serious, half trying to tease him.

"…If it's that important to you, I'll put up with that son of a bitch." He mumbled.

She threw herself at him and hugged him with all her might. He was so sweet! She was so lucky to have a guy like him. Roderick would never…No, she wouldn't think about him anymore.

"Gilbert? Why did you come to the meetings? Was it just to help Mathew?"

"…I wanted to be near you."

"I love you." She told him. And she meant it. She really loved Gilbert with all her heart. And who cared if it was Gilbert? Anyone who had a problem with him can go die! He was the nicest person she had ever met.

She was exhausted. It had been a long morning and she hadn't slept well last night. She relaxed in his arms, leaning against his chest. She could feel his heart beat getting faster. She sighed as his arms tightened around her and he kissed her forehead. He placed his hand under her chin and gently lifted her face.

"I love you too." He confessed, gazing into her eyes.

"Why doesn't dad ever call?" Kumajiro asked.

"He does, every day actually. But you're always asleep and he doesn't want to wake you."

"Fine! Then I'm going to stay up till he calls!" Kumajiro said stubbornly.

Ukraine smiled. The kid was just as stubborn as his dad. She thought it was cute how he was still angry at his dad for leaving. She could tell that they both loved each other very much. She also really loved both of them very much. She really hoped Kumajiro would get better.

After a few hours of playing chess, the phone finally rang.

"I'll get it!" Kumajiro shouted.

"Put it on speaker phone!"

Kumajiro nodded.

"Hi Nikita!" Mathew said in a fake lovey-dovey voice, teasing her about what she had said last night. She was so cute he thought, while playing with the scarf she had given him. He was glad she liked the nickname he had given her.

"…Dad?"

Oh shit. He was only kidding, but he really did like her and he didn't want Kumajiro to find out.

He was really happy. This was the first time he got to talk to his son in twelve days. He really missed him.

"Hey, Kuma! How are you? Are you and Ni…Ukraine getting along?"

Kumajiro turned to look at "Nikita", who was still blushing. He wondered what secrets they were keeping from him.

"She's a really awful cook. I have to go to her sister Belarus's house if I want to eat a decent meal. But she's really nice. She plays hockey with me."

"That's nice. And how are you feeling? Are you still sick?"

"No I'm fi-"

"His fever went up a bit again and he spends most of his day in bed at this point." Nikita informed him.

"It's no big deal; it's just a cold."

"Alright. You got to talk to him, now go to bed."

"But…"

"No, you got to talk to him for five minutes, that was the deal. It's already way past your bedtime. How are you supposed to get better if you don't sleep?"

"…Fine. Goodnight dad!"

"Goodnight. Get well soon."

Kumajiro began to get ready to go to bed. He turned to see Ukraine turning off the speaker and pick up the phone. She was smiling. He really wanted to know what was going on between her and his dad. He hid himself behind the kitchen counter and listened in on there conversation. He couldn't hear what his dad was saying.

"How late is it over there?" Mathew asked.

"….2 AM"

"Oh God! I had no idea it was so late! Shouldn't you go to bed too?"

"No, I'm ok."

"But don't you have to work on the farm in a couple of hours?"

"Don't worry about it Matt, I'm fine."

Mathew was silent. No wonder she was so overwhelmed. He was keeping her up late on the phone at night, she had to work on the farm in the morning and she had to take care of his son all day. Not to mention all the drama with her siblings.

"…Fine, I'll go to bed soon. Can we just talk for a bit? How was your day?"

"It was great," he said smiling, "Peter and I stood up to dad. We had a vote and it was decided that Peter and Gilbert can keep attending the meetings. It's great; Peter is finally starting to work things out with dad."

"What about you?"

"…I don't know. I still can't forgive him for how he treated me and my brothers, but we're talking now and that's better then nothing, right?"

"Yes it is. I hope things work out."

"Are you feeling better today?" he asked, "…You seemed really drained yesterday."

"I'm feeling better. I'm sorry about yesterday…I was just…"

"It's ok, don't worry about it."

"How's my brother doing? He was really upset yesterday."

"He was a little on edge all day. He seemed to get pissed off really easily. I thought he was going to kill me when he thought…"

He almost said when he thought we were dating. That would have been bad. He had to make sure Nikita didn't find out how he felt.

"When he thought what?"

"…um…well…he thought that…we were working with Belarus. That we were helping her get to him."

God, what a stupid excuse! He was such a bad liar!

"Ivan's always so paranoid," she said, amused, "Actually Natalya's like that too. My family's so weird!"

Damn. She actually believed that. He was lucky this time, but he'd have to be careful if he wanted to keep his feelings a secret.

Nikita heard a sound coming from the kitchen.

"I thought I told you to go to bed."

"I was just hungry." The boy lied.

"I've got to go Matt, please call back tomorrow."

"I will. Goodnight Nikita."

When I started writing this I was like: I need to include the other G8 members because I don't put them in the story enough! And then I was like: I'll use wonderful Canadian bilingualism to make France speak French! This was at five a.m. so I was half-asleep and I was having issues speaking both languages. What's the French word for idiot? Ten minutes later...Idiot! Ah shit! Ok, what's the French word for imbecile? ...Imbécile. Damn it! Why can't I think of better words! I'm losing my French! :(

So yeah I'm not even going to translate the French because it is absolutely awful. And I had a person tell me my French is really good for a beginner yesterday…I've been going to school in French since I was 3….