Prophet

During the 2010 World Cup, it was marked with the presence of Paul, the Octopus. His accurate predictions was met with the very results itself, even Germany's loss to Spain and the finals. Of course, this caused a world phenomenon.

It was only shortly after the World Cup finals, where in Spain had won. Everyone knew that a certain octopus had foreseen the victory somehow, and was somehow brought up in the World Conference.

"Okay, let us begin on the issue about…" Germany began.

"Wait Germany, I want to say something," Netherlands spoke, "your little octopus is sashimi for not making me win the finals!"

"Netherlands, the World Cup is over," Germany said, "just get over it and move on."

"Say, that little critter is near my border," Netherlands remarked, "maybe I'll go there and have him grilled."

"Hey Holland!" yelled Prussia, who suddenly popped from behind, "I want to join you in cooking Paul here. And we can make it very painful too… Kesese…"

"Prussia, who let you in?" shouted Germany.

"C'mon, I am awesome," Prussia answered, "I taught you everything, even lock picking. That door can't contain my awesomeness."

"Speaking of which, I have something to say, you potato bastard," Romano added, "My people have done research and found out that Paul is fished from Italian waters."

"And your point being?" asked Germany.

"That thing is Italian property and we want it back, you damned thief!" Romano yelled, throwing his fists at the German.

"Fratello, don't act rash!" Italy exclaimed, "Germany is the rightful owner of Paul right now."

"That thing is ours, you hear!" Romano yelled.

"NO, it is English," England promptly spoke, "I only gave it to Germany for safekeeping."

"But he still made you lose the World Cup," France remarked, "Feel like fish and chips?"

"You frog, go back to France and deal with your team!" England exclaimed, "at least my team knows how to work together, at least better than you!"

"Huh, where is China now?" wondered Russia.

During all this, China was cowering under his desk.

"Paul must be a gift from the gods…" China remarked, "The gods are blessing Germany…"

"Chugoku-san, get a grip over yourself," said Japan, seated next to the Chinese.

In meantime, Germany was forced into an intense argument with Netherlands and Romano. Suddenly, a large axe struck at the small distance between Germany and the other nations. The room became quiet and all turned to Spain, who seemed utterly oblivious.

"You bastard, what 'cha do that for?" Romano cried, "I could be killed, you know!"

"Oh sorry, but it was just… a bit too noisy for my tastes," Spain answered, smiling broadly, "and I think that Paul needs some help on his side, so let's make him the subject of this Conference."

"Well, I think…" Germany tried to speak.

"I got more of those axes, and I will be very saddened by objections," Spain remarked, licking his lips.

"Ex-Boss has his switched turned on…" Guatemala thought.

"Ok, we will… talk… er… about… the octopus," Germany said, "so… what should we do with it?"

"Grill that fish!" Prussia declared.

"Prussia, an octopus is not a fish!" Austria snapped.

"Ditto, it's actually a mollusc," Australia added on.

"I don't care what it is, but its final resting place will be in my stomach!" Prussia exclaimed.

"He'll burn in my cooking oil," Netherlands said.

"No you bastards, Paul is going back to his home!" Romano cried.

"If he's returning to home, it'll be my house!" England pointed out.

"Sorry, Signore England!" apologised Romano, "I'm so sorry to even consider of fighting you! Please forgive me!"

"I propose he be sent to a safe location," said Spain, "a nice zoo in Madrid, and Boss will look after him personally."

"You're trying to take Paul for yourself!" Romano hollered.

"Oi, what about my friendship with you!" yelled Prussia, "the pride of the Germans must be restored!"

"So what you say, Germany…" Spain asked, oblivious to the uproar.

"Paul is with us, and will stay with us," Germany replied.

"But I believe that he could be in danger from your people," Spain mentioned.

"Trying to cook an octopus for THAT reason is ridiculous, and it is still a crime against the laws of Germany," Germany stated.

"I know what you need; some Euros can do wonders…" Spain said, "name your price now~"

"Paul is not for sale," Germany answered, "Like I said, there's no need for this issue to be brought up."

"Of course, a psychic octopus cannot be measured by Euros…" Spain said.

Suddenly, Spain jumped up on the table and crept up towards Germany on his knees. Some Nations (like Mexico and other former Spanish colonies) had hid themselves in case of danger, while Hungary was ready with a camera with her eyes staring fiercely.

"Spain… what are you doing…" Germany asked, as Spain grabbed the German's collar.

"Please, I am begging you in front of all of them. Give me Paul…" Spain exclaimed, "I can give you a shark or something from my side. Please, Paul helped me win… I owe him my first!"

In response, Germany only grabbed the Spaniard's hands and shoved them away.

"For the last time," Germany said, "I won't give you Paul. He's happy where he is now, and he's starting to retire soon."

"At least let me send somebody to protect him, like bodyguards or something!" Spain cried.

"That's way too overrated," said England, "I mean; it's only a mollusc."

"A mollusc that secured my victory!" exclaimed Spain, "you suffered defeat under his power! You should fear him!"

"It was only unfortunate circumstances that led to my downfall," England explained, "can we just say it's resolved and move on to the thing about global warming?"

During the Meeting break, some of the Nations had retreated to the washroom. AS England walked in, he saw Germany by the sink and approached him.

"Kraut, we sure avoided those crazy folks' hoo-ha over Paul," England said.

"Stop calling me that. It's out of use since WW2," Germany claimed, "and I guess in exchange, your deal stands."

"Well, you got nothing to lose, not even your precious Paul," England said, "FIFA will be identifying the next city after Brazil to host the World Cup. Surely as an Englishman, Paul would love to promote a British city for the event."

"Of course, I'm certain Paul will help," Germany said, "and for that, we can't let someone else have him."

"Especially Spain, he's such a possessive freak," England remarked, "I heard it all the time from Belize of his evils from the Inquisition. God knows what he'll do to dear Paul."

"You're right," Germany agreed, "so we have a deal, I suppose."

However, it was unknown to both Nations that Spain happened to be inside a cubicle during all this time.

"Those bastards… they were actually stabbing me from behind…" Spain thought, as he played with the axe stuck on the floor, "then I'll… slash them from the front…"

In the end, no Nation was injured. Still, Paul went on to help England to bid for the World Cup host city.