So, it's been I don't know how long since I've updated this story xD

I'm a little busy with school but whenever I get the chance to write (like when I'm in the car for about 5 hours to get somewhere) I'll write as much as I can.

This'll just be part one of my commentaries, instead of finish it at the end of this chapter, I'll finish it at the end of NEXT chapter because (yea that's right baby!) I wrote 2 fucking chapters! Hold your applause, please *You throw a brick*

ENJOY!

Three weeks later…*

Every country, minus Russia and America, were reunited in the meeting room where was to be held the world meeting. Canada had a good feeling, finally the ignored country could get his ideas across without being interrupted and or forgotten. He had prepared a rather long list containing every point that was to be discussed in order of most important to least important.

The blonde man chuckled to himself; Finally, it'll be my time to shine…

Just then, Germany entered the room with an Italian hanging onto his leg crying about pasta and gelato. The tall German was wearing an annoyed expression that Canada thought he could appease by demonstrating his organisation; Germany did like organisation.

Happily, Canada skipped towards the head of the meeting. "M-mister Germany," he stammered getting the former's attention, "I would like to confirm the important points we must cover today…"

Germany scanned Canada quickly, "Very well…"

"I'm Canada."

"I know, it's certainly not America who just spoke so."

Canada blushed lightly, embarrassed, "You just seemed unsure…"

Germany's lip twitched in a faint, brief, smile, "I'm just…glad someone has taken the initiative to be as organised as I in World matters."

Canada returned the short-lived smile, "Yes…maybe we can actually get something done…"

The two, along with a whaling Italy, moved to the round table where sat all countries and took their seats. After Germany managed to shoo Italy into his own seat and calm him down, he stood and cleared his throat.

"Guttentag, welcome to all to the World Meeting. Russia and America have been banned from attending for an undetermined amount of time thus meaning we might be able to make dramatic and important changes." Germany paused eyeing all of them. "I would appreciate, France and England, that no one else, France and England, start to fight as childishly, France and England, as they did, France and England."

France and England felt someone targeted.

"Now that we've cleared things up, let us commence with the meeting." Germany declared, "Just before we all settled in our seats, Canada approached me with important points we should begin with. I now submit to him my place."

Germany sat and Canada rose.

"T-thank you." He stammered again and cleared his throat to stop his bad habit and speak loudly. "As Germany has mentioned, I have determined issues we should deal with before hand, the most important being the economical crisis we are now finding ourselves to fall in…"

Rattling in the ceiling interrupted Canada and got few of the countries to whisper among themselves.

"Pay no heed," Germany reassured, "I'll go get assistance to deal with the problem, please continue Canada."

Canada nodded, "As I was saying, the way the World economy is headed makes me fear for a repetition of the Krash of 1930…"

"Just a minute," Romano interrupted raising his feet on the table, "I get that the World economy is bad, I mean look at Greece, he's in deep shit," Greece raised his head abruptly and glared at Romano, "but as bad of a time Europe is having with managing money, it isn't the case with you. You aren't indebted like any of us, you're doing just fine, so why do you care?"

"America is my most important trading partner," Canada explained, "I'm positive he contains some sort of importance with all of you since he is one of the World Powers, however America's economy isn't doing too well. If America's economy fails, my economy fails and all of yours do as well, am I mistaken?"

He was not yet no country managed to tell him so baring the shame of being indebted.

"And if a Krash were to be repeated," Canada paused letting the memories sink in for a bit, "there are chances the event following the dark years will occur once more."

The room was dead silent and Canada gave them time to remember all the bad memories they had gained during World War II.

Invasions.

Persecution.

Torture.

Starvation.

Death.

Loss.

Betrayal.

The list went on, they had suffered so much and were desperate to keep a Third World war from breaking out.

"Last time might have been due to the hardships the Germans endured with the economical crisis and Treaty of Versailles," Canada reminded, "However, this time it might be because my people were tired of being taken in advantaged; or maybe the people of America will think of it as the only way to permanently erase their debt, maybe so many of us will try to profit of the event that we will create a monster from our hidden ambitions. It happened once, why couldn't it happen again?"

Everyone knew there was a point to what Canada was saying but some wished to desperately to run away from reality by coming up with lame excuses of why a Third World War would be practically near impossible.

"Lastly, if another World War were to take place," Canada paused for a moment making sure he really did have everyone's attention, "We all know we won't be able to survive it."

France stood, "I agree. We need to come to a solution for the economical crisis."

England stood afterwards, "As surprising as it is, I agree with that the git said."

"You mean France right?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Hey!" The Frenchman whined.

Suddenly, more and more countries stood agreeing that to avoid the worse; the economical crisis had to be dealt with first.

Canada smiled proudly, this is wonderful! I managed to gather everyone and have them understand how dire it was to deal with the economy! I wouldn't have been able to do this if America was here—

The rattling heard before hand returned but intensified to the point where all were staring at the ceiling worriedly waiting for something to happen.

Abruptly, America followed by Russia fell from the ventilation system and in the middle of the table, breaking it.

"Oww!" America moaned. "Hey! Get off of me!"

Russia glared at America and stayed put just to annoy him.

America, not wasting time, reached inside his pocket and squeezed Russia's heart tightly. Russia sounded a choked cry due to the surprise pain he was now feeling and quickly rolled off America. Just then, he dropped his grip on Russia's heart and stood.

"What's up guys? Didja miss me?" He joked and laughed his snobby laugh.

Just then, Germany broke down the door of the room and ran over to the intruders. "You bastards!" He yelled raising his fists.

America immediately jumped behind Russia for protection.

"W-what the hell do you think you're doing!" Russia squeaked turning around.

"Hiding! You're supposed to protect me!" America quickly retorted, "You're the seme it's your job!"

"What but I don't want to fight him!" Russia hissed before dodging the blow to his head and moving away with America. It only occurred to Russia, when they were a safe-ish distance away from Germany that he did just protect America, "What the hell! Let go of my heart!"

"I didn't even do anything!" The American defended.

"Liar!"

Thus the two began to bicker once more at each other ignoring the presence of every country watching them with bamboozled** expressions. Canada, on the other hand, was dying in forgetfulness once more.

"Hey!" Germany roared shutting the two secret lovers up. "What the fuck are you both doing here! You're banded!"

"Actually," America began pushing Russia out of his way, "We came to announce something very important!"

"By which he means he forced me into something he claims to be important." Russia corrected.

"Right! So we're going out!" America announced proudly.

"You're damn right you are!" Germany roared pointing at the exit, "Out!"

"No, like we're actually going out!" America explained, "Russia's my boyfriend."

Everyone exchanged looks.

"What?" England asked dumbfounded.

"Russia's my boyfriend."

"Is he your boy friend or boyfriend?" France asked positive that America made some mistake in interpreting his thoughts verbally.

"Boyfriend."

"But you hate him…" Germany mumbled.

"That's what I said." Russia grumbled.

"Well things have changed!" America declared, "Russia and I are very much in love! And to prove it…"

The blonde American threw his arms around the taller Russian's neck and kissed him in front of everyone.

"Brother…" A voice resembling that of the demon's echoed from a dark corner. "What…is the meaning of this?"

*Actually it's more like forever months later but…

** You've just been Monsieur Graveled***!

***Monsieur Graveled: The act to use words that no one really uses in general nowadays