Writig this chapter was like trying to get a russian drunk with only milk for drinks. I respect all of you who think it was easy. Moreover, after the AZERTY keyboard, I now hace a tablet to write with and I can't select text. I swearI'm hugging my computer once I get back. Hug yours now if you have it.
This chapter wasn't supposed to exist but I really didn't want Irene to introduce herself EVERY SINGLE TIME. Especially since this fanfiction will have a lot of characters.

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Germany had left the meeting room to give his eyes a break, hoping, somewhere deep in his heart, that nothing would happen during the time he was away. Obviously, his hopes were crushed when he came back along with Italy to a very tense pink room. For some reason or another, the pink actually darkened the general mood.

Everyone was glaring daggers at Russia.

Russia didn't look like he gave a damn and was texting.

Iceland and Hungary, who were sandwiching the tall nation, were having a nice friendly conversation.

Austria was pouting and as red as Spain's tomatoes.

England was still a child and Poland a woman.

Denmark was passed out on the table.

Norway was declaring himself innocent.

Well this is… Awkward…

"Do the cough thingy!" suddenly pleaded north Italy, stealing everyone's attention. Seeing the german seemed to make them remember they where at a european assembly. It took being himself for Ldwig not to laugh at the multiple deer in the headlight look. However, being himself also meant having a soft, mushy spot in his heart for Italy. Was there anyone, sociopaths and unicoorns excluded, who could actually resist the eruption of adorableness? The brunet's eyes dug deep in Ludwig's conscience, making the German struggle for words "Pleeeease? It's fun when everyone turns to you!" Can't you read the atmosphere for once?Silentely pleaded the man. Being oblivious was one thing but completey ignoring the fact there was enough tension to power the whole world for twenty thousand years was just being blind, deaf and plain stupid. No. He coldn't bring himself to attach those world to his Felicia - *cough* to Italy.

"The 'cough thingy' as you say is used to attain order. With everyone as silent as during the Cold War, there is absolutely no need to do such a thing." the blond tried to exaplain while struggling to keep his thought from surfacing on his face .

What exactly happened here? And why is England stuck in this form? I'm not really sure I want to know about Poland. Damn my curiosity, if I ask it'll be weird, I'm the one supposed to give all my focus to the meeting. I'll just ignore it, it can't be that hard. Just ignore it. At that moment, Austria did the finger to Hungary, getting an evil smirk out of the woman who seemed to be teasing him about a picture of him. HOW THE HOLY FUHRER CAN I IGNORE AUSTRIA DOING SUCH A THING? I need to know! Dammit I sound like a kid. Calm down. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore…

"Veeee~ Don't beat yourself up for me!" Feliciano cried "I thought it would be fun doing the cough thingy but don't force yourself if you can't!" Germany looked at his former ally, then at the wall where he's been bashing his head in for the past few minutes.

…

I knew red looked better on those walls than pink!

…

"Let's resume the meeting." The blonde said trying to wipe off the blood on his forehead and reassuring the Italian with a pat on the shoulder. He knew better than not comforting the rather clumsy and dense man, it had ended up with more than a few hundreds of plush toys to stop the world from drowning in his tears the last time water had sipped from his eternally closed eyes.

"… If you want to ask, feel free to." Allowed France who read the atmosphere like a picture book. Despite being the pansexual he was, France could always be trusted with social problems and reading emotions. The guy was like a therapist, really. As a matter of fact, though no one would dare admit it, he was often consulted by other countries.

"Noooo!" England protested, wrapping his shortened arms around the Frenchman's mouth "What has happened to me concerns only me!" The gentleman's haste in shutting the frenchy up only added to everyone's curiosity. Who doesn't like finding out about a bit of embarrassing dirt on someone?

"But you got us involved, bastard." Sneered Romano. His frown found itself mixed with amusement from the blonde's 'I want the earth to swallow me' moment.

"Involved in what?" Venziano asked receiving, causing a sudden magnetic attraction between his brother's palm and his forehead. Unfortunately, the german knew his confusion was genuine and not supposd to be. Of course, he forgave him immediately. What? No one chooses their qualities and faults! It has nothing to do with being unproffessional! Germany didn't even know what that word meant! He was everything but unproffessional.

"Do you not remember what happened two days ago at your house?" Francis asked. The shoulder lengthed haired man showed concern but mostly exhasperation.

Italy's face lit up with joy and excitement "Oooh! The ninja llama and England's weird behaviour! And France-nii san even imitated Germany! That was so much fun!" Germany threw France a raised eyebrow who just pointed to the italian for explanation. The tall german nodded in understanding.

Another round of face palming ensued and more confused eyes dropped in the conversation.

"I was teaching you how to handle grenades!" corrected the French nation, shortly before receiving an 'I feel you bro' look from Germany.

Lithuania was the one who found the courage to speak for the rest of the nations "Would you mind letting us understand?"

"It can't hurt anyone to know, Angleterre." Cooed France after struggling to keep his mouth's freedom.

The Englishman bit his lips and threw his hands in the air after considering the possible outcomes "Fine. But don't blame me for what happened and don't you DARE make fun of me." he waited for everyone to agree before starting the story "France and I went to Italy's house for personal reasons whe-"

"The full version, mon cher (my dear)" Francis interrupted. "You were in Scotland's basement when it started. And stop forgetting Canada!"

"Who?" asked a couple of country who ended up ignored.

"Psh! Fine! You'll get the bloody full version!" huffed the young child.

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"…If any of you have any idea where she might be, I welcome your help." Finished the brit, trying to look as proud as a kid could. He actually looked a lot like Sealand and that helped little for others' respect towards him. He looked around and caught Hungary laughing. Actually, it was hard not to. She was laughing out loud, all lady-like manners forgotten.

"There's no way I'm helping you." She declared, making the audience (They're so passive I might as well call them that) gasp "You gave her no freedom! There's no harm in letting her run around for a bit."

"You know where she is?" Germany asked "She's under our responsibility right now; I want her under constant supervision. Granted, she may… 'run around' like you say, but never without one of us to accompany her. We don't even know how her arrival in this world will affect us or how it will affect her and her world. England, you are to find the counter spell as quickly as you can." The German sighed. Why did the Englishman had to insist playing around with magic? It failed ALL the time. That Irene girl was another problem to take care of and the world had enough of those.

"Scotland and I are already working on it." Informed the bushy eyebrow man hating the fact his faiure was so obvious..

"Uhm… I'm not allowed to tell you where she is." Hungary said, eyes on her phone. "The message clearly says: 'I don't want to risk having to endure English food again. Please let me live longer.' That and a smiley," All countries present (minus the aforementioned one) agreed and sympathised with the human.

Germany frowned "How many of you actually know where she is?"

Hungary, Austria and Iceland raised their hands. Hungary muttered that Prussia knew and Iceland listed Hong Kong and China. That made a total of six countries. No. Seven. Iceland was holding Russia's hand down, preventing the tall man to declare himself. But why would Iceland do that? Russia seemed as confused as Ludwig himself but neither decided to ask. Wait a minute… His own brother knew! All he had to do was interrogate Gilbert once he got home and hopefully learn that the girl was safe. "All the countries informed of her whereabouts and those who find out are in charge of her wellbeing and safety." Finally decided Germany. "And please pass the message to the other countries."

They all nodded in silence.

Satisfied, Ludwig decided to open a new topic. He wasn't in the mood to manage another problem. "Any questions or topics you need to discuss?"

…Unfortunately Poland seemed interested in Irene "Where is that, like, girl from?" As countries, it was normal to want to know who the girl belonged to.

Everyone turned to the previously suspicious side of the table.

Iceland spoke up "I got everything from Xiang who is pretty close to her and all I know is that she attends the French international school in Hong Kong, speaks French and english and is learning Chinese."

"So she's French?" asked Spain.

"Wait, she has no accent when she speaks English, couldn't she be American?" suggested Hungary.

"Or Canadian." Pointed out France, earning quizzical looks from pretty much everyone "You know, the country right over les Etats-Unis (The United States)? They speak French and English? Maple leaves?" the blonde sighed and gave one last try "Hockey?"

Germany could almost swear he saw a huge light bulb floating on top of everyone's head suddenly light up (what else is it going to do? Dance?).

"I'll just ask her." Deadpanned Iceland, obviously trying to avoid a new fight. Ludwig wanted to pull the Nordic closer and kiss him like a mother kisses her kid on graduation day. But he didn't. He was Germany.

The response came almost instantly and the Nordic island read out loud "She says: 'French, American or Canadian? Nice try guys, I'm from Belgium and half of my family is Swiss. But still, nice try. You should try learning the names and languages of non G8 countries though.'"

"Ha! In your face!" exclaimed Belgium.