The next world meeting was called ten days after the collapse of the Eurozone. This was not really because of the euro. It was because most of the attentive countries (not you, America!) had caught a whiff of war, and a good portion of them were eager to stop it from spreading.

(Not all, of course. Britain still wanted more colonies, and that would involve war.)

This particular meeting took place in New York, and thus, America was hosting.

However, this was no ordinary meeting. For one thing, the entire seating arrangement had changed (much to Germany's dismay), due to recently formed treaties and alliances.

England and Russia sat together, surrounded by their new colonies. (Another change: Russia's place card read: "NSSR" -New Socialist States of Russia.")

Norway, his colonies, and Scotland sat on the other side of the table. All of the other countries sat awkwardly in the middle.

The first topic of the day was, as America phrased it, "Okay, dudes, the euro's totally worthless! I propose we build a giant robot-"

At this point, Germany took over, as everyone knew he would. "Ze euro is totally vorthless. Vhat we need to do is implement more government control on ze economy."

America shouted, "Commie!" Everyone ignored him.

England raised his hand.

"Vhat, Herr England?"

"Another solution, Mister Germany, would be to ally one's self with with a country that had a more stable economy."

"Zhat is true."

"Would you like to make yourself a colony?"

The entire meetig fell absolutely silent, as everyone stared at England. He had never been so…forward before.

Scotland jumped up. "You ambitious bastard!"

England stood. "I do what I bloody well please. Germany, your economy was reliant on the euro. How are you doing now?"

"It has been rough. But I vould not ally myself with you, Herr England."

"Then I will take your land from you!"

A moment of dead silence. To take a country's land -wholly and completely, as England suggested- was a death sentence.

France tried to push England back into his chair. "Angleterre, you cannot talk like that," he murmured.

"Ye have gone t' far!"

"Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war!"

You know things were getting serious, now that England was quoting Shakespeare.

Spain and France dragged England out of the room, the Brit spitting curses to whole way.

Norway turned to his family. "We must watch our backs. England is a vengeful man."

Scotland nodded. "Aye, tha' he is."

Prussia stopped Denmark as everyone was leaving the meeting.

"Danemark, please, vill you help mein brüder?"

"Prussia, dude, you know that if it were my decision, I would, but…"

"Vhat is it, Danemark?"

"Norway's my pimp now."

"Vhat?!"

"I'm his colony now."

Any other time, Prussia would have been laughing at his own inappropriate joke by now. "Zhat is unawesome! Mein brüder needs allies!"

"Talk to Norway. He's pretty nice."

"Ze one with ze awkward friends zhat generally smells of fishes? Zhat one? He is so far from awesome zhat-"

"Denmark! Are you coming?"

"Oh, ze mean one."

"Ja, Norge. Um, Prussia would like to talk to you."

Norway stalked back into the room. "Hallo, Herr Preussen."

"Hallo. Herr Norwegen, mein brüber is worried about ze English one. Vill you become allies with us?"

"I cannot worry about your brüder right now. I have had to concentrate troops in the east to protect my family."

"Vhat is zhere to fear in ze east, besides ze awesome me?"

"Russland. He has plans for Finland. You, too, probably. I will not fight a two-front war if I can avoid it."

"I understand. Zhank you for your time, Herr Norwegen."

He stalked away. If he had been a cat, his tail would have been lashing angrily.

"Was that the right decision, Norway?"

"It was the only choice I had. Family comes first. Always." He shook his head. "We need to catch a plane."

A/N: Prussia's accent is too fun to write.