Germany P.O.V.

Japan and I sprinted back to my house. Once we were in the house, we made sure Italy wasn't there and then we sat down in the living room.

As soon as we made ourselves comfortable, Italy burst through the front door. He noticed us and skipped over to where we sat. "Hello Germany, Japan. How are you today?"

"Good," a worn out Japan answered.

"Really? Wow, you look like you just ran a marathon," commented Italy as Japan's pale face.

"Um, that's because … I was giving Japan extra training," I lied.

"Oh, okay."

Japan then turned to me. "Germany, I'm pretty hungry."

"Then I'll make something," I suggested. "What did you want to eat?"

"PASTA!" Cried Italy. He then immediately clamped his mouth shut. "I-I mean … salad."

"Salad?!" Japan and I repeated in shock.

"Yeah! Salad, ve~!" He said, forcing a smile.

Japan and I stared at the poor man and nodded slightly. "A-Alright."

Britain P.O.V.

Finally it's from my point of view. Everyone but me got their turn already. Well, Japan didn't either though. God, even that stupid America had a P.O.V. Why if I were the author I'd-

"Narrate already!" a random voice called out from the distance.

"Fine!" I shouted back, confusing the other countires gathered at the table.

As I did, America walked through the door, ready for yet another meeting. It had only been five hours since the last one and I felt as it it was a waste of my day.

"Hey, America,what happened to your absurd pile of hamburgers?!" I asked him already knowing.

"Dude, I can't eat burger all the time," he answered … Calmly?!

"Are you sure?"

"Dude, let it go."

France, Russia, and China stared at America in shock. He noticed this and hid his face behind papers. "Okay, so we called a truce earlier with Germany letting Italy go. Does anyone what to share their thoughts on that?"

I raised my hand and he called out, "Britain!"

"Yeah … um America, where is your soda?"

America's face turned red and he frowned at me looking as if he might blow up. "Britain dude, I said any thoughts on the truce! NOT on my SODA!"

"I know but it's rare to see you without it," I told him.

"Well excuse me for not eating and drinking at our meeting, "America retorted.

I really had nothing else to say so I just stared.

France rose his hand high. "I think Britain should mind his own business."

"Oh yeah?! I bet all of you were wondering the same thing!" I shot back.

"Well yeah but remember, first is the worst and since I'm second, I'm the best," France sneered.

"And I admit third so I get the treasure chest!" Russia said with a scary smile.

"No fair! I was going to say that!" China frowned.

"Well anyway, America's weird. He doesn't have any soda and wierder not even a burger. He's probably being influenced by that creepy alien friend of his!" I said.

"Tony's not an alien! He's my friend!" America shouted.

"He's an alien! He's my friend!" America shouted.

"He's an alien whather you like it or not!"

"I swear," China grunted. "Europeans are so weird."

"Hey! I'm not just European!" America told him. "I'm also African, Mexican, Chinese, Scottish, Irish, Native America, Russian, and Italian!"

"How many parents did you originally have?!" I asked.

"Britain, mind your business," France ordered.

"Oh, please! I don't want to hear that from you!"

"Guys! That's enough!"

We all turned to the sound and saw America who shot up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table. "If you guys can't control yourselves, then leave!"

We all fell silent, staring at him. He waited giving us a glare. "Or maybe, I'll just leave myself!"
With that America opened the door and left. We were too shocked to say anything. America had lectured us! He was actually going through with being smart. He was angry. I couldn't help but feel a little bad for teasing him. Maybe I should go and see-

"Ow!" France shrieked. "Who three that folder?!"

China shrugged. Russia pointed. "China did," he answered with a smile.

"Why'd you tell on me?!" China shouted.

"Why did you hit me?!" France shot back.

A huge gray cloud formed in the room as the other countries argued. I however was about to open the door and leave when suddenly I heard America. I peeked out to see America leaning against the dark wall. "That stupid, Britain! I'll show him!" he said clenching his fists.

I sighed. I guess I did go too far.