This is staged where Norway and England went to England to summon Thor. All of the Nations are in the meeting room, talking to their bosses about letting the helicarrier through their territories.
I want to thank everyone for the reviews and for following me till the end. I'm glad to say that I might add other parts in-that is if I get enough persuasion from people and enough motivation too. ^^; I also want to apologize on the short chapter.
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Romano frowns, crossing his arms across his chest while his brother is rapidly talking their president. The others are quickly trying to give the helicarrier access across their nation's borders. There's chattering in the room, all getting on the Italian's last nerve. "Shut the fuck up!" He roars, giving everyone a glare. They look at him in shock, surprised that the usual quiet and grumpy Italian is yelling. That doesn't usually happen unless he's being annoyed by either Prussia or anyone else in that matter, but Prussia is on the other side of the room, having a beer chugging contest with Denmark. "If you're going to be so fucking loud, then talk outside in the hall! And you!" He turns to the American who's laughing about something while looking at his Iphone screen. America looks up when he hears the Italian come up to him and take him by the shirt. "I fucking swear, if you don't calm this all down, I will fucking kill you."
America puts his hands up in surrender and laughs. "Ahaha. Dude, calm down. Artie and Norway have it all under control."
"But do you?" He challenges, sending a glare of pure hate at the American. "What have you done so far other than telling us that the stupid Tesseract is gone? You should have been with it, guarding it like the rest of your government. We entrusted it to you!"
"Actually, you let me have it because Captain America fouuund" He trails off and stops, staring in fear at the glare that the Italian is sending his way. "Please don't kill me!" He squeaks, trying to find a place to kind; a place that he wouldn't be able to be glared at. He hides behind Russia.
"Kolkolkolkol. You'll become one with mother Russia, right little America?" His creepy aura is on high as he looks down on the fearful American.
Everyone suppresses their shivers, at least everyone but Latvia. The poor Latvian is crying in fear. Finland goes up to him and lets him hold Hantamago in comfort with Berwald beside him.
Romano is too scared to say anything except to go hide behind someone. He spots Ludwig. "Dammit potato bastard!" He cries in fear, running behind the German, sending looks of fear at the tall Russian. "G-go kill him, dammit!" Germany is too stunned to even reply and move.
Spain laughs, making everyone look at him in surprise. "Ahahah. Russia," he turns to speak to the Russian with a strange smile on his face, "If you scare Lovi anymore, I might have to kill you~" A battle axe appears out of nowhere. He holds it in his hands with complete comfort, not struggling at all under its heavy weight.
Ivan smiles at this. "Da? Then I will back off for right now. But we all know that everyone will become one with me eventually." He chuckles manically at this.
"Brother dear," coos Belarus, sliding up to him like snake does to its prey. "I'll happily become one with you." She sizzles under his arm and crushes it against her body, not paying heed to his silent cries of horror.
"Ve~" Sings North Italy, not paying attention to the commotion. He skips up to Romano with a content and happy smile on his face. "President sent out warnings of the aircraft and told everyone to let it through~"
Lovino calms down, seeing the carefree look on his face; then he feels arms wrapping themselves around him. "Dammit! I don't need your hug therapy!" He futilely tries to struggle out of Feliciano's tight grip. "Let go Feli! Pasta! Pasta! PASTA!" He yells the words over and over again, trying to get the younger to let go of him.
Feliciano stops and smiles, letting go of Lovino so that the older Italian can get a breather. He holds his hands up and yells, "PAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAAAAAA!" It effectively jars the other Nation's out of their stupor to all face palm.
Germany can feel his vein pop as the voices grow louder around him—Italy talking about pasta, Romano cursing, Prussia drinking beer with Denmark, everything! "SHUT UP!" For the second time that day, everyone quiets down. They all look at him in confusion. "How can you all be talking about food and whatnot?! For all we know, more people might be under Loki's control. If we don't shape up, the whole world is doomed! We'll have another World War on our hands, with no weapons." He's referring to the fact on how it's very difficult for Nation's to kill people, knowing that humans will never come back alive.
They all have guilty looks on their faces—except Denmark and Prussia who're drunk. Denmark wouldn't be drunk if Norway is here, but Norway is with England at this moment and Berwald is too busy fussing over Tino. Iceland is talking idly with Mr. Puffin, ignoring everything that's happening around him. Sealand just doesn't care and is ranting to Latvia how he should be a Nation.
Some sit down to contemplate their actions and what they're supposed to do now. The others just pace in nervousness. Meanwhile even others just sit down, eat, talk and do whatever without making much of a ruckus. They hear a click and turn their heads to the door. England and Norway step in. Norway looks at the drunk Prussian first because he's making a big racket. Denmark hurriedly runs to his seat, forgetting that he's still hold a can of beer that's half full. America is teeter tottering on his swiveling chair in anticipation.
America looks up from his Iphone. "So, how did you do?" He asks, trying not to sound like he was just lectured by Germany; also, he's curious about what happened so far: if they summoned Thor.
England sighs in exasperation, shifting his weight on his feet in nervousness. "Well, we got Thor," he says weakly, unsure of how to explain that the god disappeared right when they summoned him. He can hear plenty of groans from other Nations.