"I apologize for being unpunctual, I got to sleep very late last night." Russia said, sliding into a large wooden chair. Dark circles lined his violet eyes and he looked dreadfully tired. Wonderland had been up most of the night, sitting in front of the television in a trance like state. It was strange that she could endure something in a completely different language for hours on end and still enjoy it. But every time Russia tried to sneak out of the room she'd tug on his scarf and glance at the television as if she still feared it. With anyone else Russia would have squeezed their hand so hard it snapped and then gone to sleep, however, he had a very hard time ignoring Wonderland. He had felt guilty after hitting her and still did and, for some unknown reason, he didn't like thinking about tearing her to shreds in brutal war. Russia pushed the thoughts from his head, she was his first friend and it was normal to want them to continue living healthily and happily. Right?
"It's okay, Russia! I managed to entertain everyone by explaining why I'm so amazing! The main reason being I'm no longer a part of Britain and his shitty food!" America, the blonde haired man with glasses, cried triumphantly.
"Shut up you wanker! I'll stuff those words up your arse!" Britain snarled from his seat around the table. He furrowed his thick brows and put on a nasty sneer.
"Hey, you two should calm down..." a man who looked nearly identical to America except for the presence of a small curly hair sprouting from his head interjected solemnly. He was desperate to be a part of the meeting. No one ever paid attention to him.
"Shut up Canada!" all the other countries grumbled, even those who hadn't been participating in the quarrel. Canada looked down at the small bear in his lap. At least he'd gotten some recognition that day. Maybe someday, Canada would be a daily conversation. The man let himself drift off to that thought, letting America and Britain alone to duke it out.
"In just two easy steps I can climb over this table and kick you in the fucking balls!" America threatened.
"At least I have a pair, you git!" Britain grit his crooked and yellowed teeth. The two lunged at each other, one hand gripping the other man's collar and one hand curled up into a vicious fist.
"You two are so childish, aru." another man, this one with long black hair tied into a loose ponytail, speculated.
"They are just releasing the brutal sexual tension that brews deep within their souls." France nodded. He took a sip from the large glass of wine that dangled from his left hand and straightened up his bright purple cape as if it were a necessary action. Russia nodded in the direction of France and China, secretly plotting on how to destroy them and take all their land for himself. And, as simple as that, another meeting of the Allies began.
"Oh! Hey! Russia! You're here too?" something shouted from above the country's heads. America instinctively dropped his grip on Britain's shirt and dove under the table.
"G-ghost! Everyone hide!" he howled. America was terrified of ghosts, but he was too daft to realize it was all the scary movies he watched.
"Oh, hello!" Russia smiled. He waved at the tiny head that popped out of the air conditioning vent. A big, matted, clump of black hair over two huge blue eyes revealed itself. It was soon followed by flashes of gold and white and eventually, a big mass of silvery green.
"Oh wait! You should be here, 'cuz I followed you!" Wonderland speculated as she dusted off her waistcoat and checked the time on her pocket watch. She liked to be punctual and though the meeting had started over thirty minutes ago, Wonderland felt right on time. The girl looked at the equally confused countries, excluding Russia, and waved. Wonderland opened her mouth to greet them but was brutally cut off by a loud sucking noise.
"No need to fear! The hero is here! I'll catch this ghost!" America thrust one fist into the air. He shoved a thin grey tube at Wonderland triumphantly. She screeched as loudly as possible when the vacuum hose began nipping at the folds of her pouffy white dress. The girl was ten times as terrified of it as she'd been when Russia had turned on the television. Wonderland's vision started to get hazy and her palms worked up a heavy sweat. She lifted her leg and planted a kick in America's stomach so sharply and mechanically she was hardly more than a blur. Her breath came quicker, bursting in and out of her lungs like she'd just ran a mile. America slammed into a wall with enough force he not only crushed the vacuum but also caused a large hole to form. Wonderland's embarrassment became instantly apparent. Her cheeks turned such a shade of scarlet red someone may have mistaken her for an apple.
"Who are-" Canada began, hiding a sick satisfaction deep within his stomach.
"They call me Wonderland! And I'm really sorry I may have killed your friend... Is he... Important?" the girl raised a thick black eyebrow and poked America with the derailed vacuum hose. His head slumped down towards his stomach and Wonderland jumped backwards skittishly. She was disappointed she'd let her disorder momentarily get the best of her.
"Not really..." most of the countries remarked. They wouldn't say that when America was conscious because he was surprisingly strong but since he wasn't, they decided to speak the truth. Wonderland noticed Britain staring at her in a confused manner. She stared back at him for a while. He looked very familiar for some reason, but Wonderland couldn't put the name to the face. She was quite overwhelmed at the moment. But after some careful consideration, a big grin spread fro ear to ear.
"Big brother Britain! Is that you?" she cooed. Wonderland discarded the vacuum hose, letting it slap America in the unconscious face, and tackled Britain in a bear hug. "It has to be you! Remember me? I missed you so much!"
"Wonderland... I wasn't sure at first, but it has to be you!" the also thick browed man squealed. He sounded vaguely effeminate but was too busy being overjoyed to care. Britain hadn't seen his little sister in years. A few days ago, when she'd been hit by Russia, he'd been almost positive it was Wonderland. But the more he thought about it, the more he denied it. Wonderland, however, was instantly accepting of the notion it may have been Britain to the point of tackling him and ignoring the man she'd just wounded. Britain wrapped his arms tightly around the girl's waist, embracing her tightly. Seeing her made him realize how much he loved her, which was an awful lot. She was more like a daughter than a sister because of her childish ways but Wonderland always got very upset when Britain treated her as such. Russia watched them, feeling a little twinge in the bottom of his stomach. He gulped, hoping he wasn't going to be sick. But it wasn't the terrible sensation one experienced when they were about to vomit, it was different. Russia frowned and placed a hand on his belly nervously. Was it jealously? No, it couldn't be. The man swallowed down a lump of confusion and anxiety and placed a fake smile back on his lips.
"I like this girl, aru. She climbed out of a vent and killed America." China, who was busily petting his adorable panda friend, nodded. Wonderland broke away from Britain's tight grip and clapped her hands together. She loved being admired by other people due to being ignored and labeled as a fake country.
"Oh," a blonde man with a strange, grungy goatee got down on one knee and grasped Wonderland's hand. "And she's so ravishing as well. No to mention she's the only other person here with any fashion sense... Bonjour, mademoiselle, I am France."
"What are you doing to my hand? Scary!" Wonderland ripped her fingers from the man's grasp and pushed Britain in her place. She didn't quite understand that getting a kiss on the hand was a good thing. In Wonderland, that meant the person was trying to figure out what they should season you with when they ate you. Realizing this, she made a dash for Russia and stooped down behind his chair. "Shhh! I'm hiding from the man with the caterpillar on his chin!" Wonderland pressed a thin finger to her lips nervously. She didn't feel much like being eaten that day, and especially not by someone with such strange facial hair. Whoever this France man was, he terrified Wonderland. To her, he was very strange. She'd never heard of someone drinking wine at a meeting before. But, come to think of it, Wonderland had never heard of a meeting before.
"Who're you? Will you feed me?" a pudgy, brown-haired, bear prodded Wonderland with one of his claws. This seemed to be almost a relief for her as she hadn't heard a single animal talk since arriving in reality. It was nice to know creatures spoke in this dimension as well. Wonderland plucked the small bear off the tiled floor by the armpits with a cutesy smile painted of her rosy cheeks. She patted its head and ran her fingers through its fur, trying to ignore an argument that had broken out between Britain and France. Her day had been quite the adventure what with clambering through an air vent and kicking America in the chest. Not to mention the idea of countries meeting to overthrow other countries was a bit hard for her to grasp. Wonderland was, to be frank, very tired. She hoped to go back to Russia's house and sleep until late that night before getting back up and bothering him at a time no one should be bothered at.
"Mr. Kumajiro! So that's where you went." A strange man with glasses and a singular curly hair pushed a plate of food at the little brown bear. Kumajiro squirmed out of Wonderland's arms, grabbed the plate, and promptly plopped in the man's lap. "Sorry if he bothered you… He forgets most of the time…"
"Shh!" Wonderland hissed and shoved her index finger up against the bear owner's lips viciously. "I'm hiding from Caterpillar Man… He's terrifying…"
More adorable Wonderland-ness! I just wanna say real quick that anyone who would want to use Wonderland for a story of their own is free to(even thought I doubt anyone will I've always dreamed of having an OC people like so mucht hey want to use it as well). Sorry if it was a little short and choppy, I just wanted to portray the way the meeting would have felt better! REVIEW PLEASE!