This is coming in directly from Chapter 10.

Thank you, A Field of Starlight, for bringing to my attention the fact that China is not part of the G8; Canada is. However, for the purpose of this story, let's pretend that China has Canada's spot on the G8. Not because I messed up and I'm too lazy to change it. That's not it at all.

Canada will come in later, no worries ^U^ Sometimes people call the Netherlands 'Holland', but I don't. If this irritates you, I apologize. I think I've apologized for maybe six things in these already.

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And then, from outside the building, there was a sound like a thunderclap but louder. The panicked mob of nations ran outside, where they saw it was starting to rain, or more to the moment, mist. The air was full of shimmering beads that would've almost been pretty.

Light suddenly sprouted from the bottoms of the hexagons near them, blanketing the sky, the individual beams coalescing into one big projection. A face. An alien face, thin and narrow and just alien, multifaceted eyes gleaming in the greenish glow.

"Hello, planet creatures," hissed something in a combination of mangled languages. Each nation heard the alien speak in its home language, and this added to the overall disturbing effect. Not mentioning the sideways pincers swollen outwards from the mouth as it spoke, and the gray, corpse-like skin riding up over them as it pronounced the unfamiliar syllables.

"What do we want?" boomed the alien. "Your resources. We will suck your savage little planet dry, as we've done with the other worldlets. Several few, and another here today. We will be your masters, and you will be our slaves for the duration of this interaction, at least until we have no more use for you."

"What's in it for us?" shouted someone in the crowd. Unsurprisingly, the projection continued as if it hadn't heard.

"And you, you will get the eight we took away back. We've studied you creatures, and we understand your bonds, and how to get into your skulls and crack your psyche wide open. We are not afraid to do so, and in fact we already have started. It is a process equal to roughly a week of your human days -eight, I believe-, and if you receive them at all, they may not be the same. Hurry up."

Lithuania was focused raptly on the projection, but part of him wondered - Eight days a week?

The projection flickered, and then a quick montage of the battered nations appeared. Italy, crying as usual. Germany with bruises, leaning against the wall and leaving a bloody handprint. Japan. China. France and England, America actually looking sad for once and then Russia, staring at the back of his palm with empty eyes.

The nations were in an uproar. The "WHAT DID THAT POTATO-BASTARD DO TO YOU?" [or something along the lines of that] the Baltics expected to hear was not present, so Romano and Spain must've been later than they said.
"OI, WEST, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" warred with "You stupid aliens have injured my brother? Prepare to die!" and "…he's never sad, ever…" The noise was deafening, and Lithuania wanted to duck under the table he'd been standing on. And yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...now it feels as if they're here to stay...

The projection winked out, but the rain tripled in intensity. They rushed back inside, the night once again as dark as it had been. Darker, actually, for the streetlight outside the assembly hall had been blown out somehow.

Once assembled in the assembly hall, there was one second of pure, complete silence. It was actually possible to hear a drop of water sliding along the side of a face and hitting the ground. A tear or a raindrop?

Then the second passed. Chaos was the only word for it. A shoving, brawling mass, screeching and waving around weapons and a general all-out frenzy. Freaking out was the order of the day.

Eventually, Estonia dragged Lithuania out from under the table and thumped him in the foot to make him shout. It worked too well, Estonia's peculiar method of quieting the nations, and Lithuania felt a blush rising in his cheeks. He hated being the center of attention, but he couldn't stop now.

"So…" he wavered. "we have to think about this." It was basically a trade; the Earth and her resources for the G8. Or don't trade, and have the eight major nations of the world blown apart. It should've been an easy choice, but it was anything but.

Belarus shouted "We don't need to think! Screw the Earth, we need my brother back!" Her face looked particularly radiant as she shouted, her ash-blond hair whipping around her indigo eyes. Lithuania tried not to stare.

"I hate to seem like an ass," said Norway, "but don't we actually need to think about this? I mean, yes, the nations are very important, but this is our home we're talking about here. We can't just hand it over to them on a silver platter."

"Can we?" asked Canada, but as usual everyone ignored him.

"Maybe we could negotiate with them!" said Taiwan hopefully, but Macau was shaking his head.

"We could sacrifice Romania to them," said Hungary, casting a biting glare towards said nation.

"Ha, ha, very funny," spat Romania. "How about I rip you apart?"

"Hold on," said Austria, "I'm seriously considering this."

"What- hey, I have rights!" protested Romania, eyes darting around nervously. "Anybody vouch for me?"

"I don't like you!" said Prussia. "You tried to eat Gilbird once!"

He turned towards Turkey, wanting someone else to yell at. "Why the mask, bird-name? Your face freaky?"

Turkey took a giant step towards him and grabbed a fistful of his collar. "Don't insult the mask." Prussia choked and sputtered, clawing at Turkey's arms until Greece sided with Prussia, hurling an enraged cat at the masked nation. "I don't like you either," said Greece in his slow voice. "Bring it."

Austria went and stood next to Turkey. "You're against Prussia, so I'm with you," he said, prim as always. Hungary stood next to him and answered Greece; "Don't mind if I do." She swung her frying pan at the two nations.

"Don't I get a side?" asked Romania, who ducked under the swing and gestured to Hungary and Prussia. "I mean, you hate me, and you don't like me, so what do I do?"

"We shouldn't be taking sides!" called Lithuania, who felt the situation sliding out of control. Nobody listened. Seconds later, blows were exchanged, and the meeting once again degenerated.

"I could smash your foot again!" suggested Estonia a bit too eagerly. "No!" squawked Lithuania.

Canada murmured, "Aaand here we go again. People are idiots."

"Who're you?" asked Kumajiro.

After a minute in which the shouting grew louder, Lithuania called Switzerland, who was standing on the other side of the room that might as well have been a minefield. "Um, hello?"

"Hello. What do you want?"

"Could you just shoot the air or something, get their attention?" Lithuania was desperate for quiet again.

"It hurts my ears too." With that, Switzerland hung up. A moment later, two sharp gunshots shattered even the loud noise in the hall. "Hey, you lot! Shut up, because in a week, we might not even have a place worth fighting for."

Everyone shut up.

"Thanks," said Lithuania. "Now, we need a plan of some sort, because it's the Earth, or them."

"Maybe they'll kill us all either way," said the Netherlands darkly.

"Maybe." said Lithuania. "But we have to come up with something. So what are we going to do?"

It was the same question asked as it was five minutes ago, and the response was the same: Nobody wanted to say anything, or nobody knew.