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Now for the chapter. . .
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The eight nations made their way into the parking lot to the van and realized the problem that FACE-d them. It wasn't fitting themselves in the vehicle, there was an extra seat in the middle row to make eight. No, the issue was seating arrangements. Arthur immediately slid into the driver's seat saying that he refused to let any of them drive his car in his country and Allen claimed shotgun. Francis took the seat behind England, and Alfred sat behind the Frenchman. Knowing that it would be in all their best interests to not crash, Francois led Oliver to the back, seating himself between Alfred and Oliver. They left the two adjacent seats in the middle for the Canadians, the only 1p!/2p! pair among them that got along well, who had yet to get in.
"Come on," called Arthur. "What are you two waiting for?"
Speaking in unison, the Canadians said, "You forgot our bears."
England blinked. He hadn't even noticed that the 2p! Northerner had his bear. "They can ride in the boot."
Matt bristled. "I am NOT making my bear ride in the trunk, there won't be enough space for him!"
"This van is large enough to hold eight nations and their luggage," England shot back. "Even when one of those nations is France or Poland."
"Hey!"
(Meanwhile in the meeting room, Poland sneezed.)
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"Here we are," England sighed as he pulled up in front of the manor. "Everybody out."
The eight nations climbed out of the van and stood in front of the house. For a minute, nobody moved. They ran inside quickly enough when it suddenly started raining though.