It had taken a quite a bit of time but in the end, Germany (...and the others, although they really hadn't helped all that much, what with Prussia and Austria constantly arguing, and Italy whining about pasta, and Hungary alternating between hitting Prussia with her pan and cooing over Italy) had managed to call up as many countries as he could possibly think of and inform them of the upcoming conference.
Now he could only sit back and wait and hope that everything turned out for the best.
...
"I knew this would work!" Spain laughed gleefully, as he leapt from the edge of the rooftop he was standing on, and landed on the next.
"I feel like one of those America superheroes in those comic books..." France sighed. "Of course much, much, much more sexy!"
"I feel like an idiot" Romano muttered.
The three simultaneously jumped to the next roof.
Their plan had been simple; stick to the rooftops until they put as much distance between them and the reporters as possible. They would think about the next steps in their plan once they'd managed to do that (if they managed to do that).
"Can we get off this stupid rooftops?" Romano grumbled; obviously he hadn't put much faith into the plan.
"No!" Spain cried. "We can't do that! Those reporters will see us and then we'll never make it to the meeting!"
"This is just so - AHHHHHH!"
There was the sound of a loud 'thump!' and the screaming stopped.
"Ro...ma...no...?" Spain stuttered, his eyes wide.
France simply gazed at the spot where the Italian had previously been standing. Romano, who had been too busy complaining about the situation to realize that the string of rooftops had come to an end, had toppled straight over the edge.
"Oh my god!" gasped a voice from below. "Was that South Italy?!"
"Dear god" someone else exclaimed. "Is he alive?!"
"ROMANO!" Spain howled, his voice filled with agony. A moment later he too had thrown himself off the roof.
Dreading what he would see, France peered cautiously over the edge of the roof. He winced at what he saw; it was not a pretty sight.
For a moment he considered going down and helping his friends...but then he really wanted to get to that meeting. Besides, it wasn't like either of them could die. They were nations, after all.
France stood still for a moment, considering his options. He could leave now before anyone saw him...or he could stay and help his friends. The latter was probably the right thing to do...
"...Non."
France stepped away from the edge of the roof and ran in the other direction, leaving Spain and Romano to the wrath of the reporters.
...
The streets were crowded. Canada stumbled through, bumping into people and tripping over his own feet and those of others.
No one noticed him.
It was sad really; he was all over the news. People wouldn't shut about the 'amazing truth' about how their nation was personified; and yet, he could walk through a crowded street like this and no one even saw him.
Sometimes, life really sucked...not that he wanted them to see him, of course. That would suck even more.
He stopped abruptly as he came across a large crowd of teenagers, talking loudly about, well...him.
"I can't believe it!" exclaimed a young, blonde girl. "Our nation a human? It's so weird!"
"I wonder if he's hot?" murmured a brunet. "I can't remember which one is Canada...is he the one with the stubble?"
"No that's France" replied a boy. "Canada's the dude with the glasses and the bear."
"Oh" gasped the blonde. "He was so adorable!"
Canada hesitated before walking past them. He expected them to see him; to cry out and make a commotion.
They didn't.
With a frown, Canada took a few steps backwards, until he was standing in his previous spot. He walked past them again. Once again, none of them acknowledged his presence.
He hurried back again and repeated this. Nothing. He did this again - nothing. He repeated these steps a few more times.
Nothing.
"It's not fair" Canada mumbled, miserably. He'd been receiving non-stop phone calls from America, France and England, telling him all about the insanity of reporters, and how they couldn't be left alone, and how they had to barricade themselves in their houses to get away...
...For him, there was nothing. He could walk through a crowded street without being noticed. Hell, he could probably throw himself of a building, die and then come back to life and no one would notice him.
Jaw clenched and feeling rebellious, Canada began to shout.
"HEY EVERYONE!" he howled. "IT'S ME - CANADA! YOUR NATION! I'M HERE, STANDING BEFORE YOU - LOOK AT ME, DAMMIT!"
"...Did you hear something?" the blonde girl asked her friends.
"Nope" replied the brunet. "Probably just the wind."
...
Finland, Sweden and Sealand walked out of their house. Finland smiled as pleasantly as he possibly could, and tried to ignore the flashing cameras and excited shouts coming from the reporters standing in front of them.
"Do you hear something?" he asked, loudly.
"No" Sweden replied, playing along.
"...Are you two deaf and blind?" Sealand demanded, obliviously. "How can you not see all the reporters taking pictures of us?!"
"We can see them, Sealand" Finland sighed. "We're just pretending that we can't."
"Oh! Like those nations always do when I'm around!" Sealand cried.
Sweden glared at a nearby reporter, who backed away in fear.
"Oh don't do that" Finland laughed, laying a hand on Sweden's arm. "We don't mind, do we? We can barely even notice them!" he laughed again, although the strain in it was evident.
"Are the two of you married?!" a nearby reporter demanded. "Denmark said -"
"Denmark is going down" Finland snapped, cutting him off. A moment later his expression brightened again and he let out another fake laugh.
"Is Mama alright?" Sealand muttered.
"J'st a b't o c'bin f'ver" Sweden replied.
...
Over in China, China (the personification), Japan and Korea were walking through the streets dressed in a big panda costume.
How had they all ended up together? Don't ask. Why were they dressed in a panda costume? ...Well it was the perfect disguise, of course.
They'd need the perfect disguise if they wanted to make it out of the country.
"I can't see anything, aru!" China cursed. "Can anyone - YONG SOO! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"
"Your breasts belong to me, da-ze!" Korea announced.
"I am not a woman - I have no breasts!" China snapped.
"Shut up!" Japan hissed. "They'll hear us!"
"Yong Soo!" China howled. "Get off before I KILL YOU!"
"Killing originated in Korea, da-ze!"
Japan sighed, attempting to ignore his brothers as he peered through the eye-holes in the panda costume. In front of him were a street full of people, marching in a circle and holding signs with things like "REVEAL OUR NATION!" and "GIVE US THE TRUTH!" written on them.
...Life really hated them, didn't it?
"What is it, aru?" China demanded. "Can you see anything?" A moment later he let out a howl of frustration, followed by an angry cry of; "YONG SOO!"
"...Maybe we should turn the other way and run" Japan suggested.
"Running originated in Korea!"
A little kid came running out of the crowd and headed straight for them, much to Japan's horror.
"Look!" squealed the child, pointing at them in excitement. "A giant panda!"
"Panda's originated in Korea!" Korea declared.
"Shut up, aru!" China snapped. "They are native to China! Also, GET YOUR HANDS OF ME, I AM NOT A WOMAN!"
"Shut up!" Japan hissed.
The child giggled. "The panda is screaming!"
A woman came running from the crowd and latched onto the child's arm. "Sweetie, get away from that bear -" she urged, pulling the child away.
The child broke free and reached out with eager hands. Japan yelped and ducked away; the child's hands hit the top of the costume, knocking off the panda's head.
"...Shit" Japan cursed.
The mother started to scream.
"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked. "You're JAPAN!"
Her screaming had begun to attract attention in the crowd; people started to look over, and when they caught sight of Japan's startled face...they began to scream.
People began to rush over, trying to get a better glimpse of the nation. Japan tried to take a step back and cursed, realizing that China and Korea were positioned on the lower half of the costume.
"No..." Japan moaned, as he watched more and more people rush over. "Don't do that..."
"JAPAN!" China yelled, realizing that the top of the costume was gone. "Why did you -" he glanced up and froze when he caught sight of the masses of people closing in on them.
"RUN ARU! RUN!" he howled.
"Running originated in Korea!" Korea squealed.
"SHUT UP ARU!"
"I can't run!" Japan snapped. "I'm at the top! You run!"
"I can barely move, aru!" China retorted. "Yong Soo is taking up all the space!"
"You're boobies are mine!" Korea declared, attempting to grope China. China smacked his hand away, glaring.
"I am not a woman, aru!" he snapped.
As they continued to argue, Japan watched as the crowd of people grew larger and larger.
"I hate you all" he whispered.
...
"You know" England said, leaning back in his seat. "It was nice of you to fly me to my meeting on your private jet."
"Shut up, Arthur" his boss snapped. "I just don't want you to mess anything else up."
"...Ah" England sighed. "You're still angry, I presume?"
"Shut up, Arthur."
His boss's assistant walked over and smiled at the two.
"Can I get you a drink?" she offered. England perked up, remembering that there was a large supply of alcohol on the plane. He opened his mouth to reply but closed it when he caught sight of the deadly look on his boss's face.
"Don't even think about it!" the other man snapped.
...
Switzerland was barely panting, despite the fact that he had been running for miles, with his sister clinging on tightly to his back.
"Are you holding on tight, Liechtenstein?" he asked.
"I am, Big Brother!" Liechtenstein replied.
People pointed at them from all sides of the street. Switzerland didn't reply; he was used to it by now. He also had a very effective method of dealing with them.
He pulled out his gun and fired it a few times in no particular direction.
People screamed and leapt out of the way, in order to avoid being hit.
"You know, this is actually quite fun" he murmured, firing the gun again.
Liechtenstein giggled. "I am glad you are having fun, Big Brother" she told him, hugging him tighter.
"...Yes" Switzerland said, after a brief pause.
"I made you a sandwich for later, Big Brother" Liechtenstein added. "You're favourite!"
"Does it taste like sandwich?" Switzerland asked.
"Yes."
"Good" he gave a small nod.
He fired his gun again at an unsuspecting man standing a few feet away. The bullet missed (Switzerland didn't actually want to murder any of his citizens) but the man did let out a girly scream of fear and run in the opposite direction.
"Big Brother, I don't think he even saw us" Liechtenstein said.
"...Your point?"
...
"This is, like, totally not cool."
Poland sighed as he leaned against the wall of the closet, and listened to the sounds of the reporters voices coming from the other side. After finishing his conversation with Irena he'd gotten the feeling that he'd forgotten something; a few hours later he remembered Liet. So, like the amazing friend he was, he'd gone to his friend aid...
...Which really hadn't done much since the two of them were currently hiding in Lithuania's closet.
"POLAND YOU ARE A TRAITOR AND A BAD FRIEND!" Lithuania howled, making Poland jump in alarm.
"Liet!" he cried. "You're, like, dreaming - wake up!"
Lithuania blinked sleepily for a few moments, and glanced at Poland. "Oh...you haven't left me?" he murmured, tiredly.
"No" Poland replied, giving his friend an odd look.
"Oh" Lithuania mumbled, blushing slightly.
"Yeah..." Poland glanced miserably towards the door. "We are trapped in, like, a closet though."
"Have the reporters left yet?" Lithuania asked, sounding hopeful.
Poland listened for a moment. "No" he said, at last.
"Will they ever leave" Lithuania sighed, his shoulders slumping.
Poland thought for a moment. "Probably not" he replied.
"Oh" Lithuania perked up slightly. "Well, I am glad that you haven't abandoned me, like that one time with Russia." He shuddered.
"Oh..." Poland tried to remember what Lithuania was talking about. "Like...yeah. Totally."
"...This is too strange" Lithuania said, after a brief, awkward pause. "Why are you still here?"
Poland rolled his eyes. "Because I'm, like, a totally awesome best friend - duh!"
"Poland...why are you still here?"
"...I, like, kind of forgot the door couldn't be opened from the inside" Poland muttered.
"Are you saying that we're stuck?" Lithuania demanded, sounding horrified.
"Yeah, pretty much" Poland shrugged. "I mean, what did you, like, expect? Like, what else would I say?"
"Because you are my best friend!" Lithuania snapped. "Because you love me!"
"Uh..." Poland blinked. "Like, sure thing Liet. Whatever, like, makes you happy."
"POLAND!" Lithuania howled. "YOU ARE A HORRIBLE FRIEND!"
...
"Hey Iggy, can you pick me up?" America asked, balancing his cell phone in his hand as he gazed nervously out of his bedroom window.
"I'm in the bloody air, you idiot!" England snapped. "How the hell do you expect me to pick you up?!"
"But I really want to get to that meeting!" America wailed. "And I can't make it to where my plane is because all the reporters are outside my house and - I really need help!"
"No!" England growled. "If you can't get to the meeting, then don't come. I'm sure we'll be better of without you anyway!"
"PLEASE!" America wailed. "Please, please, please, please, please, please?!"
"NO!"
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please -"
(Five minutes later...)
" - Please, please, please -"
"Alright FINE!" England howled.
...
Germany stood back, observing the small group of nations that had arrived.
Out of the dozens and dozens and dozens that he had invited...only fourteen had showed up. Oh, and that little guy in the sailors costume.
He shuddered to think about what had happened to the rest.
...
(In China...)
"RUN ARU!"
"Stop telling me to run! I cannot run!"
"Running originated in -"
"SHUT UP YONG SOO!"
...
AN:
Hope you enjoyed this xD I'm having a ton of fun writing this story. Tell me what you think, guys :D You're all awesome!