I do not own Hetalia or its characters, or any other references to songs and the like (sobs), but I do own my characters.

Notes for clarification:

London- Mary Kirkland

Paris- Pierre Bonnefoy

Ottawa- Jason Williams

Tokyo- Akiko Honda

Bejing- Mai Wang

Rome- Giovanni Vargas

Berlin- Eva Beilschmidt

"CUM ON, FEEL THE NOIZE! GIRLS, ROCK YOUR BOYS! WE'LL GET WILD, WILD, WILD!" The Quiet Riot anthem blasts throughout the building. The nations, who are right next door to the source of the the music jump out of their seats.

"Gaw! What are those little gits doing now!?" Arthur yells, his fingers in his ears.

"I recognize this sound! It's the awful song that Dmitri adores, da!" Ivan says, grimacing at the volume of it as well as some of his son's more questionable music tastes.

"Ve!" Feliciano cries, waving his white flag.

They run over to the room where the capitals are supposed to be having their own meeting. Alfred jiggles the doorknob, only to find it locked.

"Goddammit! Stanley D. Jones, open this door!" He shouts. The music stops and there are some muttered tones and shuffling around. The lock clicks, indicating that it is ulocked now.

"Come in!" Stanley calls. The nations barge and see the capitals all calmly and properly sitting at the table, the room appearing spotless. However, the potent mixture of beer, vodka, wine, sake, cigarettes, sweet and sour chicken and pizza hangs in the air. The capitals smile somewhat awkwardly at their parents. Ludwig then breaks the silence with his loud, commanding voice.

"Alright, what the Hell was going on in here!?"

"Ah, diplomatic relations, ve?" Feliciano's son, Giovanni, speaks up, a scared smile on his face and his white flag, much like his father's, in his hand, ready to wave it if need be. Ludwig's daughter Eva pinches the bridge of her nose, half embarassed and half irritated. Matthew then notices that their agenda has been erased and replaced with the following in Jason's handwriting;

Loser lets Kumajiro naw on his head for a solid five minutes.

"JASON, WHAT IS THAT!?" he cries, pointing at the message. The other nations blanche. His son laughs nervously and scratches the polar bear's head, illiciting a soft growl of pleasure from the animal on his lap. Kumajiro then looks up at Matthew.

"Who are you?" he asks.

"I'm Canada, Kumaji." he says with an exasperated sigh.

"My dad and your owner, remember? And his name is Kumajiro Dad."

"Quit stalling, you bloody little gits! Now, what the Hell is that scrawl doing on the blackboard!" Arthur shouts. Mary sighs.

"I understand where you're coming from Dad, but you should try calming down a little. Stanley, you tell them." Stanley laughs and rubs the back of his head.

"Oh yeah, D and I," he jabs a thumb over to Dmitri, who is sitting next to him, smiling brightly, "We were having an armwrestling match and Pierre and Jason suggested that, instead of the usual betting, we should, as stated on the board, have the loser get his head chewed on by Kumajiro!"

"Oui." Pierre and Jason confirm.

"Da, I was about lose." Dmitri adds happily.

"Malen'kiy Volk, polar bears try to gnaw on your head back home and you do everything to prevent that!" Ivan objects, looking at his son frantically.

"But Papa, a little one never tried to. And Kumajiro is just so cute!" Dmitri reaches and scratches Kumajiro behind the ear. The bear tilts his head closer, absolutely loving it whenever someone scratches him there. "Jason, may I keep my end of the deal?" The young Canadian blinks in surprise.

"Sure D, but you didn't officially lose." He says handing Kumajiro to Dmitri, unable to repress the wide grin slapped across his face.

"Please try not to snag my scarf with your claws, da?" Dmitri says to the small bear.

"Okay." With a nod and ignoring the looks of shock from his father and the other countries, the Russian punk sets the animal on his shoulders and Kumajiro glomps his mouth on the green-haired head and begins to lazily nibble on it. Relieved that it doesn't hurt and surprised that it kind of tickles, Dmitri giggles.

"Ah, he is adorable!" he nearly squeals. Stanley almost falls out of his chair laughing.

"D, you're giving out endearments to a bear that's snacking on your head! You are a man, damn you!" he cries, giving his buddy two thumbs-up.

"Looks good on ya, chap!" Mary howls.

"Oui! I haven't seen such a display of bravery in years." Pierre shouts admirably. Jason can't speak, he's laughing so hard.

"Aiya! They're so cute, aru!" Mai Wang squeals, her cheeks bright pink.

"Si!" Giovanni agrees ethusiatically, waving his white flag excitedly. Eva shakes her head, the corners of her her mouth quirked up in a smirk of amusement. Akiko Honda quietly snaps picture after picture.

"Kawaii." she says softly, smiling at the strange though incredibly sweet sight.

As for the nations, it's a mixed response. Matthew and Ludwig are utterly speechless. Matthew knows Dmitri isn't hurting his bear, though he still doesn't like the fact that Jason used him as part of a stupid bet. Ludwig doesn't know if he can actually yell at Dmitri for wanting a polar bear (granted, a small one) to chew on his head. Alfred, Francis and Feliciano are all laughing good naturedly, Yao is gushing over it while Kiku, almost shamefully, takes pictures like Akiko, muttering 'Kawaii' under his breath. The only ones who are not amused are Arthur and Ivan.

Especially Ivan. He is not amused at all.

"Will you stop it Dmitri!?" Ivan shouts. It affects everyone in the room, even Arthur, whose anger has lessened in severity quite instantly. Kumajiro has stopped nibbling and simply clings to the Russian capital for protection. Dmitri looks to his father, sad and shocked.

"Papa, I was just-" he starts.

"You are acting like a fool." he says curtly. Stanley frowns as the good mood drains from his friend. He wants nothing more than to stand up for Dmitri and tell his dad that it's not his fault, but he knows that it would only make things worse for D. It's not like this happened all the time. In fact, more often than not, Ivan would simply wear that signature smile of his. But that didn't help in times when this occured.

Sighing sadly, Dmitri reaches up and gently grabs Kumajiro, who is still clinging to him.

"No."

"Do not worry Kumajiro. I am just handing you back to Jason."

"Ottawa."

"Da." The polar bear relaxes and clings right to Jason as soon as he is in the Canadian capital's arms.

"I believe we should all take a break. We still have a busy day ahead of us" Kiku speaks up. There is a collect feeling of relief.

"Kiku's quite right." Arthur say. "We're all a bit overwhelmed right now. A good hour or two of unwinding should get all of us back on track." Everyone nods, most with relieved smiles.

Except for Ivan and Dmitri.

No longer irate, Ivan feels stabs of guilt as he looks at his son, who won't take his eyes off of the table. Dmitri was just having fun with his friends. And for the most part, Ivan is happy that his son has friends, even if his closest one is the son of his former enemy. But sometimes he just snaps at him, no rhyme or reason. He barely hears Alfred announce that everyone go on their breaks. The capitals file out quietly. Dmitri stops in front of his father, and their violet eyes meet.

"Prosti menya, Papa." he says and follows the others.

Damn it, I feel like this chapter was a bit short, but the others will be longer hopefully (laughs nervously)

Translations~

Russian

Malen'kiy Volk- Little Wolf (Ivan's nickname for Dmitri. Why? I think it's cute.)

Prosti menya, Papa- Forgive me, Dad