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-At the World Meeting (During the time that the others were getting prepared at the 2p realm/ entering the portal)-
All of the nations that stayed behind were continuing the meeting as usual. There were no fights and no bickering. With the world power gone, the meeting was silent. Then again, England and France were gone too. There was a faint whistling and it gradually got louder. All of the nations covered their ears in attempt to block out the sound. There was a flash and the room was empty.
Russia POV:
I groggily opened my eyes and looked at my ceiling. I had a throbbing headache and my body was sore. Wasn't there a meeting today? I looked at my calendar and noticed the date. Indeed, there was a world meeting. My clock had no alarm and was over 4 hours late. I strained to remember what happened the day before, but no avail. Strange. My mind worked without flaw. The last thing I remember was the day America was announced dead. Wait… America? Dead? What? When did that happen? According to my calendar there was a funeral planned a week from now… Why the hell can't I remember anything that happened before? What the heck… May as well get ready for the meeting, despite me being late already.
Japan POV:
I woke up, and noticed one thing. Why was I on the floor? How did I even get here? I glanced briefly at the clock and paid no mind to the time. My eyes shot back to the clock and I remembered the world conference. I would have to explain to Germany that my alarm never woke me. I stood up stiffly and decided to study my calendar as to what the possible reason was. This week, nothing was planned besides the world conference. Next week was a different story. I studied the agenda in my hands. My next week was packed with events that I didn't remember planning. When I strained my mind further to remember I was met with a migraine. I headed toward my closet to dress more appropriately for a meeting.
Germany POV:
I woke up to an alarm blaring in my ear and an Italian soundly sleeping on my arm. I looked at the navy blue equipment and looked at the time. I was late to the meeting?! What would the others think? I was such a light sleeper usually! I woke up my Italian ally and friend and sent him off to change. My head felt like I was having a massive hangover. Was I drugged? I never had hangovers unless I was chugging 10 beers straight. Even so, not as bad as the headache I was having. The only time I had a hangover as bad as this was when I was having a competition with America. He won… How? He didn't even have a hangover! Then I remembered my aggressive planning for the meeting and funeral in a week. Maybe I worked my brain to the limit. Even so, every time I planned a meeting I was fine. Then again, planning two events at the same time was difficult, even for a nation. I walked over to my closet and decided on attending the meeting. Hope nobody was killed yet.
North Italy POV:
I was having a wonderful dream about pasta before I was woken up by Doitsu. He sent me off to go change and, being an Italian, I listened so I wouldn't get on his bad side. I looked at the clock and hurried. We were late! I dashed into my room and changed as quickly as my hands let me. Once done, I sat on my bed and a wave of grief crashed down on me. America; my pretty good friend, was dead. It was said that he was killed in Vietnam. I didn't believe it until one of his workers brought his military dog tags. I couldn't remember anything that happened before or after that day. I just noticed the picture on my dresser. It was of us. We were all invited to an amusement park for the 4th of July one year. Everyone had a picture taken with him. I chuckled as I remember taking the picture of The Awesome Trio. It was hilarious. I remembered the; now silent meeting. I walked to the bathroom and washed away the tears I didn't know I had. Then I went into the kitchen and started nibbling on an apple whilst waiting for Doitsu.
China POV:
I was scared awake by the loud beeping my red alarm clock decided to make in my un-expecting ear. The noise caused me to fall gracefully (not) on the floor tangled in sheets. I grabbed the alarm clock and turned it off. I looked at the time and saw that I was late for the meeting. It wasn't as 'fun' as it used to be. The death of a nation is unexpected. Especially of one so young. Sure, we all said he would kill himself one day… But it was meant as a joke. We all predicted it would be of a heart attack. Not fighting in a war to defend his country. The bullet must have hit something major, like his heart or brain. After the funeral all of his closest friends were going to look for the new personification. I was hoping to be paid back by the time of his death, but looks like he dodged a bullet. Er, got hit by a bullet that killed him… Wow, what a horrible figure of speech to use now today. I untangled myself from the sheets and went to go prepare for the meeting.
France POV:
When I woke up I was in bed. I sat up and a migraine hit me hard. I grunted in pain. When I realized the day and saw the time I rushed to get ready. Something wasn't right about the day. For one, I wasn't wearing my eye mask when I slept. I was going through memories with my pounding head and then realized what was different. Alfred was gone… I didn't believe it. Especially considering he was a brother. It must have been the grief. Even so, some of these memories didn't seem right.
England POV:
I woke up in my room with a huge headache. I couldn't remember much from the day before so I assumed that I was having a lighter hangover. I had a heavy and sorrowful pain in my heart. Some of my morning grogginess cleared and remembered why my heart was heavy. My former colony was gone, according to my mind. I looked at the wall. I realized there was a meeting and got ready, slowly at first. That is, until I saw the time and almost went the speed of light. I tried combing my unruly hair, but no avail. I rushed out of the house and drove to the meeting.