Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be

With God as our Father
Brothers all are we
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony

Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow

To take each moment and live
Each moment in peace eternally
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me

It was the second world meeting of December, and Russia was hosting this time around. Everyone made their way in at a variety of speeds and sat down, shivering- and by everyone, they meant pretty much every single nation and micronation bar Russia himself. They all sat in a very awkward silence for a while, thinking up ideas of how he was drastically kidnapped by Tony the alien, or cursed eternally by the after effects of Busby's chair, or forced to fall down a bottomless pit. Nobody knew, and nobody made an effort to start the meeting because of this, so America stood up, rushed to the front, and slammed his hand onto the table, startling the crowd.

"HEY! GUYS! Since nobody's volunteered to start the meeting, I'll do it! Welcome to the second monthly world meeting! I'm your world hero, America! We-" he quickly fumbled around in his pockets- "have a list here of things to discuss!"

"Oi, America!"

America grinned and dramatically pointed at the Englishman to his right. "Yes, Iggy?"

"Where'd you get the list from?"

"I made it when we were waiting for Russia! Now, first up is…" America squinted closely at the list, evidently struggling to find something. " Ah-ha! First up is to do what it says on this note!"

"What note?"

"My, England," America replied with a smirk, taking out a note and surveying it, "you're sure asking a lot of questions today. The note reads…"

Dear everyone,

Now you're all at peace for once, could you do me a favour? Write down what you want for Christmas next to your name on a piece of paper and then leave it in the nice little glittery envelope on top of the table when you all leave! I'll take the envelope and give it to Santa 'cause I know him personally! I'm not lying here, I swear on every baby in my country. And I love little children. I'm glad you all came to the meeting today, and it's a shame that Russia couldn't come. Oh well. Tell him to write something down when he gets here! And, uh, I'll see you all later, I guess!

America's jaw almost dropped to the floor after he read the note aloud. "They...they know that Russia isn't at the meeting! They're definitely a nation, and that means they must be here right now! Oi, Francey," he asked, his finger on his chin in thought, "you gave the note to me, so who gave it to you?"

"China." France pointed to China, who was sat a couple of seats down from him.

"I got it from Japan, aru!"

"I, in turn, got it from Italy."

"I-I got it from my b-brother Romano! Please don't hurt me!"

"Hmph. You had to ask me. Well, I got it from the potato bastard. No idea why, though…"

"How on earth are we all connected like this?! Anyway, I got it from Prussia."

"Kesesesesese. It's Austria's fault. He gave me the note."

"It's not my fault for anything! I got it from Russia!"

It was when nobody reacted to Austria's statement that America looked distraught. "Aw! Now we'll never find out who wrote it!" He then coughed extremely loudly, regaining his composure and rupturing a few eardrums in the process. "Oh well. Now, who says we follow the note and do what it says? It's not like you have a choice anyway, it is the focus of the meeting!"

Rather reluctantly, a piece of paper was passed around, names written down and Christmas wishes rethought. Japan, after mentioning that everyone would see all the supposedly secret wishes, got them all to write in invisible ink, and it was passed around anticlockwise from England onwards. A couple of people, especially Romano and Germany, had beet-red faces as they wrote, and it was unknown why both of them put their head in hands after giving the paper to the next person.

"So!" America shouted, receiving the paper, licking the envelope, sticking the letter inside, closing it, and reading the list again, "Next, we need to discuss all of our plans for Christmas, so we can get it organised!"

"…And what's it?"

"Funny you asked, Iggy, 'cause I was just about to tell everyone! Our giant Christmas Eve party, that's what!"

Half the congregation cheered, the other groaned, England and France audibly louder than the others in their negative opinions. Germany put his hand to his forehead.
It would be a long day.

Russia returned midway through the vivacious planning, hugged by a few of the nations and waved to meekly by the three Baltics, who were sat on the opposite side of the table. America had asked what happened, and Russia said nothing. His eyes were red, and so were his hands, like he'd been standing in the cold for quite a while. Another alternative was that he may have been crying, but Russia would never cry, right?

It was when everyone had left after a long few hours of party planning with either grins or grimaces on their cold, rosy faces that Denmark made his way back through the doors once more, picked up the glittery envelope from the front of the table, and ran.

Hey there guys! :D
Thank you for all the nice reviews! I love 'em. I'm glad you've been enjoying this as much as I have!
Oh, and I must say again that you can still request if you'd like, just in case anyone forgot or doesn't know. I'll try to take all things I get into account!
Hey, I've got a question for you! Can you guess what Germany and Romano asked for? xD
I'm hoping to do a 2P! chapter soon that takes into account a part-request that I got, but it will be related to the real characters and it isn't just a random AU chapter. :)
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