The Hetalia Global Warming Crisis; Get Out Alive
02—The World Conference
"I can swear somebody's missing."
"This is probably just another faux alarm."
"Oh, shut up, you wanker!"
"Yo, dude. Chill. You're probably just imagining things again, Arth."
"No, I am not imagining anything this time… wait, what are you talking about, America?"
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, or rather, Arthur Kirkland, glanced suspiciously at his little brother and friend, Alfred Jones. His face was set in a stony expression of disapproval, but his emerald green eyes seemed distracted and thoughtful.
"Do not tell me you are going to do another count of heads, aru," China said in exasperation.
"It doesn't matter, s'long as I'm here!" Alfred said loudly. Arthur closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to control his temper.
"Right, right," the older country said impatiently, and then scanned the room, saying the names of countries as he saw them. "…Russia, USA, France, China, Japan, Germany, the Italians, Spain, Austria, Hungary, Prussia, the Nordics, the Baltics, Belarus, Ukraine, Greece, Turkey, Australia…"
"I'm here!" Sealand the Micro-nation piped up from the crowd, waving wildly.
"Right," Arthur turned away from Sealand and faced his old Allied friends. "Everyone is here as far as I can tell."
Suddenly the huge double doors to the conference room creaked open, causing the crowd of nations to lapse into a rare silence.
"Sorry I'm late," Canada whispered as he slipped in, carrying Kumajiro and peering at the conference with huge, frightened indigo eyes. "America gave me the wrong address."
"Yo, Canadia!" Alfred shouted from the far side of the room. At the same moment, England snapped his fingers and exclaimed just as loud as America, "Oh! It's Britannia!"
Matthew glared at Arthur, indigo eyes as cold as Canadian ice. That was the name the British Empire wanted to give to the younger country centuries ago. He actually hated that name.
"How could you forget?" France scoffed at England. "He is Canada. Why would a Frenchman name this handsome country such an awful thing?"
Matthew smiled and glanced gratefully at France, but the older country's next words made him even more irritated.
"I remember him because his hair is so much like mine," France boasted.
"We already went through this, Francis," Arthur growled threateningly, practically asking for a fight. "Don't make me fight you again."
"Are you saying you want to lose again?" demanded France hotly.
"Lose!" the United Kingdom exclaimed, outraged. "Since when have I lost!" The two countries started to wrestle each other, trying to push the other over. America watched, laughing at them, while the rest of the world started murmuring amongst each other.
The forgotten country clenched his fists and whispered angrily to Kumajiro.
"They act like I'm not even here," Matthew whispered furiously. "ALL of them!"
Suddenly, Germany stood up and slammed the table. North Italy, who was seated beside him, nearly fell off his chair in fright.
"Must I do everything?" the German roared. "All of you shut up! We were all called here for a reason. Can you all just calm down und listen?"
Prussia, who was trying to get past Hungary and annoy Austria, turned to look at his brother and grinned approvingly. "That's right, West! Show 'em your awesomeness!" He flashed his younger brother a thumbs-up and Hungary, seizing the chance, slammed her frying pan onto Prussia's head. The albino fell down, stunned, and Germany face-palmed.
Meanwhile, Spain had stopped tugging on South Italy's hair and looked at Germany. Romano knocked Spain's hand from his head and elbowed the older nation between the ribs painfully.
Russia had ceased teasing China, Poland, and the Baltics and even Belarus stopped her Russia-stalking to pay attention. France and England, hair bedraggled, uniforms out of place, froze mid-fight and focused on Germany. America's laughter faded while the rest of the nations went silent. Canada, still standing by the half-open doors, gazed at Germany in awe. He wished he could be heard and take command that easily. Matthew promised one day he would.
"Now, if I recall, it was Australia who called this meeting in the first place," Ludwig went on as everyone took a seat reluctantly and a bit shamefully. "Australia, if you would be so kind…"
Australia glanced at Arthur hesitantly and, with a small nod of permission from the older country, smoothed back his sandy yellow hair and stood up to address the conference.
"I'm not sure if y'all heard, but my territory is losing a lot of ozone layer coverage," Australia began. "This isn't any good for my people, and I was thinking of calling this meeting so y'all are aware of this."
"Yeah, yeah," Switzerland yawned in boredom. "So what's this got to do with all of us?"
"This is not just my issue, if you don't mind me correcting you," said Australia in an icy tone. "This is what you'd all call global warming, and it's affecting us all."
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
This stuff is really happening, so why not write about it... along with some personified nations which I wish really existed to deal with this global warming crap.
rant rant rant
Get ready for a bit of violence coming up in later chapters!
And of course, if you want to read the rest of the story, please review! Fufu~! :P