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Peace

Germany stood at the head of the meeting table. Several nations held infants in their arms and looked rather tired. Switzerland looked to be regretting have taught Belgium how to use a gun as their third child was proving to be a rather rambunctious pregnancy. Vilnius scowled his younger sister while an exhausted, and pregnant, Belarus left Lithuania to deal with the jealous toddler.

"So," Germany said. "After two years of peace, I think we can agree that holding World Meetings have caused nothing but trouble for us."

"Agreed," England said. France had been trying to persuade her they should have children but she steadfastly refused. "Perhaps we should continue to send each other pamphlets instead of congregating as we usually do."

"It takes too much time," Denmark complained. "Italy and I were spending our whole day sitting in front of a desk and trying to catch up on work."

"I haven't gone swimming in so long," Italy pouted, holding Hovedstaden close to her.

"And it is a problem for me." Seychelles raised her hand, accidently whacking the nation next to her. "Désolé."

"What about us with slow internet connection?" Estonia asked.

"Besides," America said, leaning back in his chair. "It was boring. I was tuck in meetings with about fifty bosses all the time."

"And what about us who can't ready?" South stood, waving her hand anxiously.

"South." America frowned at his twin sister. "You can read just fine."

"I can?" South looked rather confused. Several of the nations gave her strange looks.

"Ja, you're a great reader." Prussia patted his wife on the arm. "Besides, we don't have to do anything."

"That's right," England huffed. "You get to sit around and do nothing while we work our butts off."

"What do you mean by that?" South demanded, planting her hands on her hips. "Are you yaller dogs callin' me lazy?"

"Of course not," France said soothingly.

"You just don't have any requirements as a nation," England pointed out.

"Britannia," Scotland said. His head was on the table and his wings drooped to the floor. "Stop, please."

"Y'all are done for!" South managed to scramble on to the table and charged for England.

"South!" America launched forward and tackled South to the table. "You're doin' none of that!" he said in a Southern twang.

"Let me go!" South struggled against her older brother. "I need to hit them!"

"No." America sat on South's back. "Not until you calm down." Japan cocked her hear in curiosity.

"America-san," she said. "Why did you speak as your sister does?"

America groaned. "I'm spending too much time with my kids," he said. "It rubs off on me."

South eventually stopped her struggling and lay on the table panting.

"Do we all agree?" Turkey asked, raising his hand. "Ta meet next year?"

"Aye." Scotland raised a hand weakly. He'd been suffering under his boss's constant yelling for the past two years. It was wearing him down.

"Hai," Japan said with a nod.

"Oui." France was almost immediately clouted over the head by an angry wife.

"Woo hoo!" America fell backward off South.

"Verdammt." Germany massaged his temples. "Ja, I supposed."

"Aye." Australia raised his hand.

"Sim." Portugal bolted out of her seat, her hand flying into the air.

"Ya," Indonesia said innocently.

"Then we will meet on the Islands of Bauhinia next June," Germany said. At this, Bauhinia perked up excitedly. She tugged at Indonesia's sleeve to get her twin sister's attention.

One by the one, the nations left the meeting room. Hong Kong nodded happily at her daughter telling her how excited she was. Bauhinia had been recognized by many nations, but she hadn't had the chance to really participate in any meetings yet. This was partly due to the fact she liked to light firecrackers under people's noses.

Germany was the last nation to leave, locking the door behind himself.

An old World War Two relic sat on the table. Slowly, it began to hum. The noise grew until it was as loud as a storm siren. Eventually an explosive light erupted from it and all fell silent once more.

A great host of beings blinked in the light and straightened up. Their black eyes studied the room before them.

"Well, well, well." A young man crossed his arms and smirked. "Honeys, we're home."

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