"Quiet!" Italy shouted across the noisy meeting room, casting a few reproachful glares at those who did not heed his order, his brother being chief among them. Currently engrossed in a conversation about the latest style to come out of his place and was currently modelling now there was no stopping Romano's mouth.

The younger brother ground his teeth and waved a small folder in the air, determined to speak over the elder. "You should all have our timetable in front you," courtesy of America who had been first to arrive and set up the room. Every chair had been in the correct place and everyone received a packet of notes, glass of water and a pen (for those who may have forgotten). And in front of Italy's place he had made sure to set his coffee in a disposable cup from his favourite café. "If you could sit down we can be through this all and leave at a reasonable time today!"

China raised his hand. "I'm first."

Italy tried to keep the subtle eye roll to a minimum even though he knew what the request was going to be. "You have the floor…"

"I was hoping someone would loan me a little bit of money…"

A collective groan went up around the room which Italy attempted to calm. "China, that's not going to happen…"

"But I need it-!"

"Hands up if you have loaned China money and have not been repaid." Numerous hands went into the air and Italy cast a cool glance around the room at those who had. Among them was America to his right, eye twitching slightly at never receiving back what had been loaned.

"But I have a good business plan this time."

Japan spared no time in sneering at him. "There's no way that you do. And whatever you do get you waste anyway."

"It is not wasted if I enjoyed it…" It was no secret to those gathered that China had a terrible habit of wasting money. Some of it would go to terrible investments, others to gambling circles, and whatever left spent on useless items and soon the miserable nation would be broke and begging for more.

Russia sighed and looked down. "I can loan you a little…"

"Oh, good friend!" China exclaimed while attempting to leap over a grumpy looking Cuba for a hug, missing how the larger nation attempted to slide his chair away and out of reach.

Italy shook his head and continued his meeting, leaving those nearest to either pull China back or let him invade Russia's personal space. "Anything else before we get into the previous meeting's minutes?"

America subtly waved his fingers in their meeting leader's direction. "I would like to address the current production status of the order that you've placed with my brother-"

"Fuck off." Canada grumbled from the other end of the table.

The brunette brother frowned. "It has been put in your responsibility that the order is completed."

"And I'll complete it when I'm being paid more than what you gave me." He argued in return.

"We agreed on-!"

"And I think it's worth more."

America blinked several times and grimaced. "Either you stick to your word or I will force you to."

Canada chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Well, look who's talking big. But what are you going to do? The most you seem capable of doing is grovelling to Italy and you've got your head stuck so far up his ass your hair is shit brown."

The other gaped, his bright red eyes wide and his hand seizing his phone off the table and lifting it into the air. "I have pictures of what you and your bear did last weekend."

Now it was Canada's turn to become stunned. "What?"

America lifted the phone further into the air, eyes locked with those of his brother. "And I'll show them to everyone if you don't cooperate."

Canada attempted to crawl across the table to wrestle it out of his hand. "Give that too me!"

"I promise to delete them once the order is completed!" America leaned back in his chair, holding the phone as far out of reach as he could.

Italy sighed as he watched everything unfold. It wasn't that uncommon a thing for these sorts of world meetings to go awry, but that never made it any easier when they did. Even after decades of being in charge of these things, he still would occasionally find difficulty in attempting to determine when would be a good time to intervene or simply let them settle it out between themselves. His eyes slid over to the empty chair on the other side of him and inwardly wishing for the distraction of his husband. Apparently the nation had chosen to sleep through his alarm again and skip the meeting. He would have to be found and pulled out of his hotel room later.

Canada eventually sat in his chair, partially assisted by his neighbours to force him back, where he grumbled his agreement to the terms America had given him, effectively being able to prove all pictures where deleted, before everything could quiet down. Prussia passed him a note with a drawn picture to cheer him up and smiled from his seat between Austria and Hungary. His hair had grown long over the years and was currently styled in piled plaits around his head, curtsey of Hungary whose turn it was to look after him. Romano's would come within the following week and already the blonde had been sizing him up to place him into one of his numerous outfits.

Italy took great time in lifting his stack of notes and tapping them to get them all aligned before gingerly lying them on the table in front of him. "Anything else or can we get started on budgets?"

This time it was England to interrupt. "I've made us all snacks. They are all gingerbread men that are shaped like us!" He beamed while he awaited some form of approval.

"Right…" Italy said slowly. "Now that all of that should be out of the way, if we could start on…" He blinked as Japan got up and headed for the door and shook his head. "Just because you think this is boring doesn't mean you can leave in the middle of it!" A nonchalant shrug was all he received in return and he rubbed his eyes in slight frustration. Sometimes being the leader wasn't everything it was dreamt to be.

England heard the angry voice as soon as he approached the mirror to the restroom. "Enjoying yourself?"

The demon hummed and washed his hands. "Oh, yes! Every day!" He looked up and smiled at the glaring reflection. "And yourself?"

"What do you think?" England spat back. "You locked me in a prison!"

"Well, you don't have to be so negative about it." The blue eyed version sighed. "Besides, at least with this spell you can see what is happening any surface shiny enough."

"That's not enough! I belong out there!"

"Why? Because our mum chose to leave me in there?" He shook his head, taking a moment after to sweep what pieces of his well-conditioned hair had moved out of place from the movement. "We can take turns in another hundred years or so if you're nice enough. If you're just going to be rude about it I will have to leave you in there until you change your mind."

"I'll figure out some way out of this. The spell isn't as strong as hers."

"If you can." The demon giggled and dried his hands. "Until next time?" he smiled at his reflection when it nodded despite the dark glare. "I do wish we would have different chats than this. There are so many other things we can discuss. Such as today's meeting or how we will surprise France later with a visit since he looked so sleepy today."

The angel half growled. "It'll stay as it is."

"Suit yourself." He responded with a shrug. He gave the angry green eyed reflection a wave and bounced out of the room to go join the others.

AN: Hopefully I wasn't too vague, but this chapter takes place in roughly 50 or 60 years after the last one and Italy's been left to wrangle world meetings.