"I just got off the phone with Romania; him and Norway will be over in a bit," England said.
"Romano's going to-a hide out with Canada for a while. Spain and I agreed not to tell him anything,"* Italy said.
"Speaking of Spain, 'e's coming over in a little while as well," France said, "And I left a message on Lithuania's phone, but I didn't want to leave the details on a message. I said to bring the rest of the Nordics with him."
"I ret the Asian nations know about China, they arr want to herp too," Japan said absentmindedly.
"We should-a probably get Greece too!" Italy suggested.
"And we shouldn't forget about the African nations either. I'll call Egypt now and ask him to rally everybody else."
"DON'T FORGET THE MEXICANS!" America said, kicking open his own door and surprising the other nations.
"America? Were you seriously just waiting outside until you could make a dramatic entrance?" England asked sternly.
"Yep! And it worked too!" he said, coming into the house, closely followed by Russia.
"America, this is serious! This isn't like one of your movies** where we can do whatever we want all willy-nilly, and then somehow win against impossible odds in the end! You have to pay attention and take this seriously! This is probably exactly why Ian thinks we can't handle ourselves!"
"Well I AM his favourite person after all..." America said sarcastically.
"This is no time for jokes!"
"Yeah, yeah," America stuck his tongue out in frustration, "Just don't forget the Mexicans, 'kay?"
"Mmm-hmm," England nodded, "And we should probably get Brazil and the rest of the South American nations as well."
"That's what I said! Don't forget the Mexicans!"
"America they're not all- you know what? Forget it. I'm going to go call Egypt."
England stormed off in a British huff leaving America, Russia, France, Italy, and Japan alone (Germany is upstairs taking care of Gilbert).
"Don't mind Angleterre, America. Everyone 'as been put on edge from zhis situation and Angleterre is still under zhe impression zhat zhis is all 'is fault. I almost wish we 'ad gone with you two to zhe McDonnalds to relieve stress."
"It wasn't McDonnalds," Russia said.
"America didn't go to McDonnalds for burgers? Mon Dieu, the world really is coming to an end, non?" France had tried to make it sound like a joke, but he couldn't seem to make his voice high enough to make it sound as such. The nations remained silent as they reflected on France's possibly very true words.
"Erm... Anyway, all zhe preparations 'ave been made. All that is left to do now is brief everyone on zhe plan and wait for Ian to strike," France said, "Ian 'as no doubt noticed our actions by now, it would not surprise me if 'e's taken countermeasures..."
"I think that he anticipated some resistance, so I'm not sure how worried he wourd rearry be..." Japan added.
"I guess we'll just-a have to-a hope for the best and prepare for the worst, a-right?" Italy asked somewhat cheerfully.
"Vhat's this about the vurst?"*** Germany said, climbing down the stairs.
"Germany~. Is Prussia asleep?" Italy asked.
"Nein. His headaches have gotten vorse, he can't sleep at all."
"What about the Tylenol? I just bought a shit-ton of that stuff! We can't be out already!" America said.
"It stopped vorking. Either that or it just doesn't help enough to make him feel any better anymore..."
"We should really take him up to Canada's place while this whole thing is going down. Bro and Romano can take care of him while we kick some commie ass!"
"Ja, that's probably for the best."
*Selfish bastards... keeping him safe while everyone else has to risk their lives... Actually, that goes for America too, keeping Canada hidden in... well... Canada. (Where?) Exactly.
**Actually, since I'm an American, it IS kinda like an American movie... only it's a story! Whatever, you get the point...
***Bad joke, I know. But I had to, I really had to...