Israel POV
They starred at me as if I was crazy. Have they never heard of a country living with the person who raised them even though they where independent? A little girl stands up by Switzerland. I could not see her well enough to tell who she was. Then Switzerland asked her. "Lichtenstein where are you going." She walked up to me and asked. "Why did you just met them today?" I pick her up and put her on my lap. "I live with my אבא in America." "You've never been to your country?" "No." "Why?" "I love my אבא. You wouldn't understand." "I do, I feel the same way about my big brother." Then England stood up. "I feel the same way about America. Even thinking about what happened between us gives me a nervous breakdown." Then France says. "That's the understatement of the century." Then England sits down. Lichtenstein looking up at me gives me a hug, walks away. I see the states/territories/commonwealths drag an unconscious Russia into the room. Laughter fills the room again. My אבא wakes up and looks around. "What happened?" He asked. "אבא Russia summoned you and the rest of your country, they ran after Russia in an angry mob, laffs where had, and then they brought Russia back in here." "So Columbia is here?" "Yep." Then Columbia says. "Dam now I have to act as if I'm his secretary. Dam you Washington, Dam you." "Come on D.C. you don't need to act like that." My אבא said. "'Sir' what do you need?" "A name plate, a chair, some Spanish food, some Italian food and some greek food." "Fine." She left and came back with the first two things and left again. אבא pulled his chair next to me and put the name plate on the table. The rest of the U.S. just left the room. I go back to sleep and the meeting goes back on with out a hich.