Chapter 3:

"And with that said this meeting is adjourned," Germany said stepping down from the podium. Nations began filling out of the large room and into the hallway were gossips would begin. Israel got up and noticed the other Middle Easter countries already leaving. Jordan was the only one left and was currently conversing with America. Israel smiled and walked over to greet them.

"Shalom! What are you two talking about?" Israel asked. Jordan smiled at him and said in quiet voice,

"Salam Israel." Her accent was heavy as she spoke. Jordan (As a human Amal Aglouni) had dark eyes and hair, that was covered by a black hijab. Her skin was a dark color like Palestine. She wore a black abia (An: I don't think I spelled that right. It's the black long thin coat thing we wear over our clothing in public.) Standing next to the American she was the tiniest thing. In reality she was five foot five.

"Sup Israel! Me and Jordan here were discussing my bosses renewal on MOU (memorandum of understanding)," America beamed. Jordan's cheeks were flushed, which caused her neighbor to smirk. "I just love my boss!"

"Obama? But isn't he...what's the word your people use? Ineffective." America growled silently cursing the republicans under his breath.

"He is not ineffective. Those damn republicans just won't let him do shit. Now some of his ideas aren't the best, but he ain't the first President to have a plan set in motive and have it mess up," America said defending his boss. "Besides his family is the best compared to some of my other boss's I had a while back."

"Well I stand corrected," Israel laughed. "And I'm happy for you Jordan. You've been doing pretty good lately...no one threating you?" He asked. Jordan shook her head and giggled.

"No. Iran has stopped yelling at me about our treaty...I think he has other things to worry about," she said. Israel noticed America looking between them with a question on his face.

"Ma Ka-ra?" Israel asked. America frowned and began counting on his hands. "America!"

"Oh sorry! I was just wondering...how old are the both of you?"

Both Asian countries looked at each other wondering the same thing.

"Well technically I'm only as old as before WW1...I can't remember the exact date. Though I do have memories from way before that," Israel said shrugging. Jordan smiled softly at him.

"Yes, Israel has actually appeared before many times in the past. However for some reason he didn't stay long and disappeared. Only to reappear with a new name," Jordan explained. "As for me I'm actually about 1414 years old."

Both boys gaped at her in awe and wonder. America than have a whistle with a lazy smirk on his face,

"Damn! You fine doll."

Israel whacked the nation on the arm which only made the blond country laugh louder. Chuckled at the catcalling and simply gave the younger nation a pat on the arm.

"Asfa (sorry) but I am not into younger men," Jordan said with a teasing smile. This time both boys laughed. "See I know how to have fun."

"You sure do babe," America grinned. Israel rolled his eyes and looked at the time. It was getting late and they all had planes to catch in the morning.

"Well as entertaining as this has been I need to get back to my hotel room and rest," Israel said hugging to two goodbye. "Jordan do you need me to walk you back?"

"No thank you. My room is actually right across the street,"Jordan said waving her hand which was covered in impressive henna tattoos. "I'm sure that Bern is safer than New York anyway." America pouted and huffed. He gave the woman a quick bear hug and then headed out while yelling 'IGGY!'

The two countries walked out the front door. Jordan gave him another hug and a kiss on the cheek.

" Tesbahey ala khear Daniel," Jordan said. Daniel smiled and returned the kiss to the cheek.

"Laila Tov Amal."

The two parted in different directions to their hotel. Of course Israel kept an eye on his cousin to make sure she got into the building across the road just fine. Switzerland wasn't really known for heavy crimes. But that didn't mean that one could still get hurt from the petty ones. With a smile on his face the Jew walked under the starry sky alone.

AN: wow that took me a whole hour and a half to write. I had to research Jordan and America's MOU and Jordan's treaty with Israel. Also the city for the meeting and crimes in Switzerland. And let's not forget how old Israel and Jordan are. I decided to make Israel as old as some time before WW1...maybe 1900 or something. I tried to do it like Jordan, but the whole history of ancient Israel confuses me to no end. So instead he is kind of like Poland where he was alive once before and then died only to return years later. Of course Israel died a lot more than Poland in my head canon. So anyway I finally introduce Jordan. The amazing country where most of my Arabic family lives, where I went to kindergarten for two years, and where my little sister was born. I chose Amal as her name because that's how I've always seen the country as growing up. A hopeful place of peace and love for America and even Israel...some what. Sure is better that Iran on that subject. So thanks for reading. Have a nice night!