The meeting was in progress and the maids entered to serve coffee and tea, a demure looking maid pushing a tea trolley. She had an odd smile on her face, and her eyes were closed, hair scraped back. France smiled at her.
"One coffee please," he asked, and she served him from a china pot with a little smile. Romano frowned. He didn't remember her, but she was slightly pretty, so maybe Feliciano had hired her while he was away.
The smile grew slightly on the girl's face and he saw Feliciano looking at her just as confused as he was, head tilted to the side. Had she not been hired? Romano started glaring before he noticed a curl of blonde slipping from under the cap.
Canada's hair colour.
He shot up and everyone turned to him, before Italy tugged at him to sit down. Iceland spat out his tea, coughing.
"There's maple syrup in this!" he hissed, and the maid bowed.
"Is that not what you wanted?" Her eyes sparkled darkly and Iceland snatched her cap off, the blonde bunches tumbling to show who it was. France gasped and rushed over, cuddling her.
"Ma belle, you are adorable!" he shrieked, rubbing his cheek against hers. She yelped and struggled, Iceland grinning slightly at the sight. "Backfiring is a…" Norway slapped a hand over his mouth and raised an eyebrow in warning. Iceland still grinned, as France lifted her in the air.
"Just precious!"
England glared, rushing over. "Put her down, git!" He wrestled her away from the Frenchman and lifted her into his arms protectively. Canada had thumped his head on the table the moment the bunches had tumbled, and Sweden had fixed his gaze on Iceland, slightly glaring at the boy for not helping the poor girl. Coats was now struggling to be put down, but England was too focused on arguing with France to notice. America was in hysterics, and Denmark was snickering.
"BLOODY PERVERTED FROG!"
"BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!"
"HAH! AS IF YOU COULD MAKE ME DO THAT!"
Coats was now scrabbling, feet kicking in the air as England slung her over a shoulder to punch with his free arm. She managed to slip away and nearly fell to the floor, before Romano caught her and set her on her feet, a glare in his eyes.
"Be careful , idiota ragazza!" he hissed before another round of shouting kicked off. She stuck her tongue out at him and darted away towards the table before someone lifted her up by the scruff of her dress.
"Und vhat does the troublemaker have to say for herself?" Germany growled. She tipped her head to the side.
"A MARI USQUE AD MARE!" she said loudly and cheerfully. Canada made a depressed and muffled noise into the table, before raising his head.
"That's the Canadian motto," he informed the larger man, who turned his eyes in disbelief to the girl who shrugged somehow.
"YOU BLOODY PERVERT, GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!"
"You might be cuter than our little maid….I just need to check…"
"DAMN IT! I SAID SOD OFF!"
"But Angleterre….you might be very cute!"
Canada facepalmed. Today was just not his day.
Germany shook Coats a little and she struggled, feet once again in mid-air. Iceland glanced over.
"You really are very short, aren't you?" he asked her. She hissed and managed to launch her shoe at him, the object hitting his head with a thump. He cried out, and Norway huffed a little.
"Call me big brother and I might help you…"
"NEVER!"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF – WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR HANDS ARE?!"
Coats smirked a little before Germany dropped her on the table, sitting her on it and turning her to face the countries.
"See what you did? Mein Gott, Canada, please control your little sister!"
"She's kind of hard to deal with…" Iceland muttered before nibbling on some liquorice. "She's basically going to be an eternal spinster because no-one can deal with her."
Coats' smirk fell completely and her lip wobbled slightly, causing all eyes to land on her. She jumped from the table and ran from the room, quite obviously crying. Sealand jumped out from the drinks trolley that the girl had brought in and glared at Iceland.
"You're so mean! Why did you say that, idiot?"
Iceland looked to be shocked, staring after her, before Finland, England and Canada excused themselves from the room to go find her.