"Bella?" Kai raised an eyebrow when Paulo and I walked back in the living room. "Why are you back so quickly? It's only been a few minutes."

"I don't want to go back," I muttered quietly. I parked myself on the couch next Kai as Paulo sidled up next to me. "I don't belong there."

"What happened, kid?" Fumo asked sympathetically.

"I…just made a mistake, that's all," I shrugged.

"It's the guy, isn't it?" Fumo frowned. "You want me to go give him a talking-to?"

"No, it's my fault," I sighed. "I'm going to try and make up with him, but…I need time to cool down first." I slumped back in my seat, exhausted.

"Maybe you should try going to talk to someone you're more familiar with," Kai suggested. "I may be your father, but I can't relate very well to boy troubles."

"Okay." I smiled. "I know just the people."

Later

"Thanks for coming to see me on such short notice, guys!" I thanked. We all sat around the conference table and nodded to each other. "Now, I'm not all that familiar with all of you, so please introduce yourselves."

The four women exchanged glances and Hungary decided to stand up first. "My name is Hungary." She gave a short bow with her hands folded in front of her. "I used to live with Italy when he was little."

Hungary sat down and Belgium leapt to her feet. "I'm Belgium and I used to know Romano as a child." She giggled to herself. "He was so cute, but he hasn't changed much~!"

Next was the scariest nation known to mankind…or to me, anyway. "I'm Belarus."

"Hi, Belarus," I greeted. "And said you have trouble with boys too, right?"

"Right." She glared into space. "He just runs away from me all the time and he seems to hate me. I can't understand why, though."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Russia."

I blinked. "Your brother?"

"Yes."

"…Ah. Um, Ukraine, you can go now."

She jumped up and smiled warmly at everyone. "Hi~! My name is Ukraine! I can't say that I've had much trouble with men over the years, but I can see my brother anymore. So I understand what it's like to have problems with someone you love. I'm here to help!"

"Thank you." She sat down and I stood up. "Okay, ladies, do you know why you have all been called here today?"

"Um, because you're having trouble choosing between Italy and Romano?" Belgium asked timidly.

"Nope!" I slammed my hand down on the desk to make sure I had everyone's attention. "I sort of…made Italy mad at me…"

I bit my lip as the nations whispered amongst themselves. Hungary raised an eyebrow and rested her elbows on the table. "I'll tell you what I think. Apologize. For whatever it is you did."

"I tried," I argued. "But he wouldn't listen."

"What is it that you did, exactly?" Ukraine asked.

"Oh, I may or may not have cheated on him with his brother…" I laughed nervously. The girls stared at me with a disappointed expression and I fell down onto my chair. "I know, it was stupid. And I know it was wrong, but…"

"What about Romano?" Belgium interrogated. "How do you feel about him?"

"I love him, too," I sighed. "But it wouldn't be as bad if they weren't brothers. I feel like I'm ruining their relationship."

"If you want my advice." Belarus added. "I suggest you choose one first and then tackle the challenge of making up with them."

"I suppose…" I muttered.

"I just have to ask," Hungary piped. "How exactly did he find out?"

"I think Romano told him when he came home, if that's what you mean," I explained. "He told me he came home early to see me."

The countries gasped.

"Ooooh~!" Belgium cooed. "He put the war on hold just to see you!"

"Huh?"

"Don't you realize?" Ukraine said. "You just don't come home early from a battle. You have to have a really good reason."

"He put of an important battle for me?" I breathed. "Wow…"

Paulo poked his head in the door. "You guys done?"

"No!" we all snapped in unison. He shrieked in fear and darted back into the hall.

"You know," I sighed, scratching my head. "After we're done here, I think I need a little insight from the other side of this…"

Later (again)

"Alright, I've brought you all here for a reason and you'd better have some good opinions." I sat down at the table, bringing out my inner strength that comes with being a woman. It is especially needed when you're in a room with all men. "You unparticular are here because I need help from more than one personality. You there, introduce yourself." I pointed at the most arrogant life form the world has ever seen. He stood up proudly.

"I am the great and awesome Prussia," he introduced. "It's not really surprising that you'd want my awesome insight on your not-so-awesome problem and such."

"Awesome." I waved him down. "Next."

"Hi…I'm Canada," he whispered.

"Who're you?" his bear asked.

"Canada."

"Who're you?"

"I'm Canada."

"Who're you?"

"I'm AMERICA!" He jumped up and laughed annoyingly. "Hi!"

"Hello~!" I greeted. "And…" I turned to where Britain would be, but I was faced with a little kid dressed like him. His hair was even dyed blond.

"And I'm Britain!" he said in a high-pitched voice.

"Get out, Sealand," I groaned.

He gasped. "What?! How'd you recognize me?!"

"Paulo!" I called.

My twin rushed in and did a two-fingered salute. "Present!"

"Please take the kid out of here," I huffed. "No offense or anything."

"None taken," Sealand sighed. Paulo grabbed him by the back of his jacket and threw him out of the room. He landed on the ground with a yelp as the real Britain walked in.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he apologized.

"That's fine," I said. He took his seat. "Alright, so now what?"

"…You could explain the situation to us," Canada replied slowly. "We can't really give advice if we have no idea what's going on."

"True," I sighed. I explained it all to them as fast as I could all in one breath. Once I was done, they stared at me and then exchanged glances. (Didn't the girls do that too?) Prussia and America both stood up quickly and opened their mouths top say something, but America was the first one to actually do it.

"I think you should just let it go!" he said. "If you just go out with Romano, then Italy has no excuse at be mad at you if you aren't dating anymore!"

"That's horrible advice," Britain huffed. "Bella, if you want my opinion, you really should try to make up with him. Italy may try to be acting stubborn, but he's really not."

"He does give in easy," Prussia agreed. "I'm sure if you bug him enough about it he'll just drop the whole argument and go back to being himself again."

SLAM!

We all whipped around as the door slammed open, revealing a furious Hungary. "That's horrible advice!" She stomped over to me and sat in the empty seat next to me. "Remember what we decided on, Bella? You should wait a few days and see if it just goes away!"

"Hey, Italy may be stupid and forgetful, but he won't forget something like that so easily," Britain argued.

Hungary leaned forward and glared at him threateningly. "You haven't known him nearly as long as me. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm pretty sure that we have much better opinions than your little group," Prussia scoffed.

Hungary gave him a look that said, "Do you really want to start?" "And why does your group of idiots have better ideas?"

"Um, let's not say anything sexist," I laughed nervously to Prussia.

I suppose that statement gave him an idea because he said, "Because we're men."

I put an arm in front of Hungary to stop her from attacking him. "That's enough, I think I've decided what I'm going to do."

"Did someone just say men have better ideas than women?!" Belarus appeared in the doorway. "Who said that?!"

Everyone looked at Prussia. He smiled nervously and slowly waved. "Eh he…hi."

Belarus apparently decided she didn't like Prussia at that point because I had to run over and hold her back, but keep an eye on Hungary at the same time.

"Little help!" I groaned.

"Face it," America added stupidly. "There are more male countries than girl ones for a reason!"

That did it. I gave him a death stare and released Belarus and gave Hungary permission to do what she pleased. While those two were knocked off their chairs and close to pleading for mercy, Ukraine and Belgium ran in.

"Don't fight!" Belgium shouted over their threats to each other.

"Why can't we all get along…?" Ukraine sighed.

"I can't believe my own country would say something so sexist," I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Can you please stop them?" Canada asked, scared. Belarus was almost done with America and was starting to set her sights on him.

"Fine," I groaned. (Belarus was also starting to eye Britain.) "That's enough, guys!"

The girls frowned and walked back to me, leaving the beaten sexists sprawled on the ground.

"Well, now that that's-" I was about to walk out the door, but paused. Should I really just leave them there?

…Yeah.

We women walked out proudly, leaving the men scared for their lives.

*Gooooo girls! This is my first time writing for Belarus and Ukraine, so sorry if I didn't get them right.

Random guy: *runs into the comments section and high-fives Extended Experience*

Okay, there ya go! Now, uh…SAVE MEEEEE!

Holy Rome: *turns on chainsaw* This is now my trademark weapon! XD Die!

NOOO[OSKNFAOIWEGFJCBEGUSF!

Romano: Don't save her! I want freedom!

Too bad! You're MINES! *uses Romano as a shield*

Holy Rome: *ponders* Meh. I barely know you.

Romano: …Save me, at least.

K bye.*