Germany had been having a good morning. He had woken up early, had made himself a nutritious breakfast of eggs, he was all caught on his work, and his boss had told him to have day off and enjoy New York. All in all, it had been shaping up to be a good day. That was until his phone rang. Looking down at the caller ID, he couldn't help but sigh. As was common, Italy was calling him again. What on earth had that noodle head done now? Picking up the phone, but careful not to hold the receiver too close to his ear, he said, "This is Germany."
"GERMANY!" Italy wailed. "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! HELP!"
"CALM DOWN!" Germany yelled back. "State what you have to say calmly so I can understand you, you noodle loving buffoon!" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Germany sighed.
"I'm sorry, but Germany, America told me he wasn't hungry!"
"HOW THE HELL IS THAT MY PROBLEM?!" Germany shouted. "What America is eating or not eating is none of my concern!"
"But it's a sign that bad things are coming!" Italy sobbed. "The last time he wasn't hungry he went into a recession. Which means we'll go into a recession!"
Germany felt his eye twitch. "What kind of faulty logic is that?" Germany chastised. "He also says he isn't hungry when England offers him his food, or when he's bickering with Russia, or when he's busy with a project, or that one time he was planning to blow up the moon with nuclear weapons. Sure, he has an unholy appetite, but he isn't always stuffing burgers down his throat!"
"He also yelled at me!" Italy sniffed.
Germany paused at that. That was odd. "Why would he yell at you?" Germany asked.
"Well, I called him to ask him a few questions about the meeting, and he just started yelling at me. It was super scary! But as soon as he realized it was me he apologized, then when I brought up that Russia was staying over at his place he yelled at me again! Then-"
"Russia is at America's house?" Germany asked in surprise.
"Ve? You didn't know about that?" Italy asked in confusion. "France has been telling everyone about it, I thought you knew already."
"I usually ignore any calls from France." Germany said with a grimace. "Why is Russia staying with America?"
"France said something about them hooking up." Italy said with a giggle.
"I find that rather hard to believe." Germany said, cringing at the unwelcome image that just popped into his head.
"Yeah, no one else believes that either." Italy said. "But England mentioned that it was supposed to be a project that their bosses had planned in order to make them stop fighting."
Germany snorted in disbelief. "The day those two become friends will be the day the world ends. They can't even be in the same room without trying to start World War Three."
"I wouldn't say that they were that bad." Italy said uncertainly.
"Italy, a few years ago America was practically ready to throw himself over the conference table and fight Russia due to his politics at the time. And Russia is always looking for some way to screw America over. They mix as well as oil and water ."
"It's not impossible. They used to be friends you know." Italy pointed out.
"That may be true, but that was then, and this is now." Germany said with a sigh. "Maybe a miracle will happen and the two countries will get along, but for the time being I doubt anything is going to change between them."
"I guess you're right." Italy sighed. "Oh! I'm going to be making lunch for the meeting! I'm going to be making pasta!"
"Why is it always pasta with you?" Germany groaned.
"What? But pasta is so good!" Italy whined.
"I swear, your blood must be pasta sauce at this point."
"Aw, don't be upset. My brother is bringing pizza over!"
"YOU TWO NEED TO EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS!"
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"So, I was thinking about where we should in the city today." Alfred said was he bit into his toast. He and Russia were currently eating breakfast, with Milashka and Hero playing with each other under the table.
"Oh?" Ivan asked, looking up from his newspaper.
"Yeah, I was thinking that we should go on the Staten Island Ferry and visit the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island."
"While that would be interesting, perhaps we should visit the Ferry's another time." Ivan said with a frown. "I heard it is supposed to be a mix of snow and rain this afternoon. I would rather do an indoor activity where we would not be in the cold rain."
"Aw, crappy weather always screws with my plans." Alfred pouted. "This is why I hang out down south during the winter."
"Do you spend your time up north during the summer?" Ivan asked, looking back down at his newspaper.
"Sometimes." Alfred admitted. "But I also spend time in the Midwest and on the coasts as well."
"So you are like a migrating bird." Ivan said with a small smirk. "You are like the Canadian goose."
"I'm nothing like those hell spawns!" Alfred huffed, puffing out his cheeks. "Those things are evil."
"Hmm, I see no difference yet." Ivan said.
"Rude! And those geese are evil incarnated." Alfred said, jabbing his fork at Ivan. "Every time I get near one of those things they attack me. I swear, Mattie puts them up to it just to spite me."
"I highly doubt that."
"Actually, now that I think about it a lot of things from Canada are evil. His geese, his singers, his maple syrup-"
"How is maple syrup a bad thing?" Ivan asked in confusion.
"It's highly delicious and addictive." Alfred said seriously. "Once you get a taste of real maple syrup from his place it's all over. You can never go back. Pancakes are ruined forever without it."
"I think that is just a personal problem for you." Ivan said with a bemused shake of his head.
"Just you wait." Alfred warned, "The next time you have a pancake you'll be craving that maple syrup goodness and you'll know I'm right."
"I am sure." Ivan said as he sipped his juice. "Now, back to our previous discussion. Where should we go this afternoon?"
"I guess we can head to one of the museums. We won't be in the rain that way. That and we can go shopping afterwards. I actually need to pick up a few things up. After all, I still need to decorate the apartment for Christmas. Also, I still need to pick up some presents for some of the other nations and plan out this year's Christmas party."
"The one I am never invited to?" Russia asked with a frown, and America froze mid bite. Throwing an embarrassed glance at Russia, America cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Um, yeah. That party." America admitted, avoiding Russia's gaze. "You, uh, can come this year if you want seeing as you're staying with me. I mean, it would kind of weird if you didn't seeing as you're kind of living with me…"
"No, thank you." Russia sighed. "I would not like to go to a party where I am clearly not welcomed and where I would make people uncomfortable. That and I do not like being invited out of pity."
"I mean." America said, making a helpless gesture, "I get what you're saying, but what do you want me to say dude? This is kind of awkward."
"I am not sure." Russia admitted.
"Okay, so we'll just ignore that it was brought up in the first place. Got it." America sighed. "Now, which museum would you like to go to? An art museum, or a history museum? We could also tour some of the more historic regions of the city if you want. Or a bus tour if you're feeling up to it."
"Russia thought it over for a few moments. "I think I would like to revisit the Museum of Natural History. It has been quite a while since I have been there."
"Oh, cool!" Alfred said happily. "It's been awhile since I've stopped in there. Do you want to head out around noon?"
"That would be fine." Ivan said with a shrug.
"Also, we need to figure out what else we're going to do throughout the month." Alfred said as he finished his toast. "I mean, we can keep going on a day to day schedule, I'm cool with that, but there are things I need to plan ahead of time. Like, if we're going to visit Broadway I have to know now because getting tickets for some of the shows is really difficult. I mean, some of the more popular shows can cost up to three hundred dollars for two tickets so I need to know now to get the good seats."
"Do you know what shows are going on right now?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I heard Hamilton is still playing, as well as the Lion King, Wicked, and a few others. I've already seen The Lion King and Wicked, but I wouldn't be against seeing them again, but I've never seen Hamilton."
"Wasn't that very popular a few years ago?" Ivan asked, remembering that a few people in his office had been excitably talking about it at some point.
"More like people were obsessed with it." Alfred said with a laugh. "I couldn't go a minute without someone either bugging me to go see it or someone breaking out into song at my office. But because I was busy at the time I never got around to seeing it. Hell, I think England was even obsessed with it at one point. I think one of the Royals went to one of the shows, but I can't remember which one."
"Then we should go see it. If it is a good as everyone says it is we should have a good time." Ivan said as he gathered up his dishes.
"Alright, I'll get on that. And just throw those in the dishwasher." Alfred said, nodding towards Ivan's dishes as he gathered up his own plate.
"Would it not be faster to wash them?" Ivan pointed out.
"Yes, but I hate washing dishes." America said, opening the dishwasher.
"You mean you are too lazy to do them."
"Yup, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. That, and because if I own one why not use it?"
"I suppose." Ivan said as he handed Alfred his dishes.
About an hour later, after Ivan had put on his coat and after Alfred had put on his coat, earmuffs and gloves and grabbed his umbrella, Alfred locked up the apartment and they headed out towards the street. As they entered the lobby, Russia glanced over at the desk, and saw Greg watching him. Russia nodded slightly, and Greg nodded back. As they walked out the doors, Russia felt Greg's gaze on the back of his neck.
"May I ask you something?" Ivan asked as they made their way to a nearby bus stop. It was rather busy, and Ivan and Alfred had to press together slightly to avoid colliding with passerby's.
"Sure, shoot." America said, twirling his umbrella in his hands, looking up at Russia curiously.
"How did you meet Mr. Greg?"
Alfred frowned. "You sure have taken an interest in him. Do you have a problem with him or something?"
"Not at all." Ivan said coolly. "In fact the other day I had a nice conversation with him when I picked up Milashka. I am just curious is all."
America raised an eyebrow but didn't press."It was about three or four years ago. I was apartment hunting, and I found an ad in my email for cheap deals on apartments in the apartment building I live in now."
"How did they know you were apartment hunting?" Ivan asked with a frown.
"Dude, if you think about something these days you'll get an ad for it within five minutes." Alfred said with a snort. "I wouldn't be surprised to see an ad for cat food on my phone because I mentioned it earlier. I just assume all my electronics are listening to everything I say."
"That is a disturbing thought."
"Yeah, and people put out all their personal lives online without a second thought. You just sort of get used to it. Anyways, when I came to see some of the apartments here, Greg took me on a tour of the place, and eventually set me up."
"Do you talk to each other frequently? He seemed quite familiar with you."
"I mean, no more than the other people in the complex. He's come up to my apartment to take care of some things that broke before and we say hello in the lobby and chat, but I don't try to get too involved with people. I'll probably be moving out of the apartments in another few months anyway."
"To avoid suspicions?" Ivan asked, giving Alfred a sympathetic look.
"Yeah. I mean, I look like a freaking teenager. It's kind of obvious that I'm not aging like the rest of people who look my age. After all, I'm supposed to be 23 right now and I don't look any different from the day I showed up and said I was 19. Some of my neighbors have already started to comment that I must have amazing genes to look as good as I do." Alfred said with a shrug. "I usually move around every three to four years. I think I'm going to be moving somewhere west for the next three years."
"You have multiple houses, do you not?" Ivan asked with a frown. "Why do you not simply move around more frequently? Why stay in one place at all? Or on the other hand, why not find somewhere private and build a permanent house to live in?"
"Being on the move all the time is suspicious." Alfred pointed out as they walked up to the bus stop. "And I don't like having a main house. It's boring being in the same place all the time. Plus, how would I ever choose which state to live in!? It's impossible to choose! I love all of them too much to make a choice. So I end up moving around."
"That sounds rather inconvenient." Ivan said with a shake of head.
"Hey, not all of us are happy with putting their house in the middle of freaking Siberia and living in the middle of freaking nowhere." Alfred huffed.
"Speaking of your age, does that mean you aren't able to buy alcohol most of the time?" Ivan asked as they walked up to the bus stop.
"Even if I lie to people and say I'm older than I am, and that my fake license says I'm of age, biologically I'm still under aged. So the freaking kill joys back in D.C. prohibit me from buying any. If I try and go buy any and they find out my boss will chew me out. I swear, it's like they forget I'm hundreds of years older than them." Alfred pouted.
"Well, you do not exactly act like you are older than them." Ivan chuckled. "All they probably see is you acting like a kid. Not to mention you have a baby face."
"I do not!" Alfred squawked, making Ivan laugh.
"But you do." Ivan said, poking Alfred's cheek. "It's probably your fat baby cheeks."
"Do that again and I'll bite your finger." Alfred snapped, smacking Ivan's hand away. "And my cheeks are not fat. I'm quite manly!" At that, Ivan started to laugh hysterically. Alfred fumed as Russia clutched the edge of the bus sign in attempt to not fall over. "And what is so funny?!"
"Of all the things you have claimed to be." Russia giggled. "You are just a babe! You cannot even grow a beard!"
"I will run you through with my umbrella!" America threatened, jabbing Russia in the side angrily. "And I never needed a fucking beard to kick your ass!"
"You have never kicked my ass." Russia pointed out, pushing America's umbrella away from him. "And if I remember correctly, the only time we have directly fought I beat you."
America glared at Russia, then turned away from him with a huff. "Whatever, that was years ago. I could kick your ass easily now."
"I do not think we will ever fight again like that." Russia said with a smile. "We would probably try and nuke each other before that."
"Hmm, I guess that's true." Alfred admitted. "Still, I'd probably destroy you first."
"I doubt it." Ivan said cheerfully.
They stood in silence for a minute before Alfred spoke again. "Here comes the bus." As the bus pulled up to the curb, Alfred sighed. "I wonder if we'll run into any of the others."
"I would not think so. The city is so large that it would be unlikely that we would see anyone we know." Ivan commented as they boarded the bus. Alfred hummed doubtfully as he put their money into the fare box and they sat down in the back of the bus.
"I wouldn't count on that." Alfred said with a shake of head. "They have a habit of coming out the woodwork when you least expect it."
"The others are probably too busy getting ready for the meeting to be doing much sightseeing." Ivan pointed out.
"Nah, I'm sure some of them are looking around. I know Germany gets his work done early, as well as a few others. Whenever they come over I usually find them touring my place. Excluding England of course, seeing as he didn't make it to the meeting this time."
"Oh, I did not know that." Ivan said is surprise. "Is that you were grumbling about England the other day?"
"Yeah, but I could have sworn I mentioned that before." Alfred said with a frown. "Maybe not, oh well. He has the flu, so he gave me his notes to present for this meeting. I really don't want to though." America said with a huff. "He's dealing with all of that Brexit crap and I haven't been following it, so I barley have any idea what's going on. He told me to stick to his notes, but his notes are confusing me."
"How are they confusing you?" Ivan asked.
"He keeps talking about different people in his government that I've never heard about, and talking about things like dissolution and he said, she said stuff. That and there doesn't even seem like there's a concrete plan on what to do for if he does leave the EU. I'm not even part of the freaking EU! I don't care about this kind of crap!" Alfred whined. "I have no idea why he gave me the notes instead of Germany or France!"
"It is because you are the hosting nation."
"Just because I'm the hosting nation doesn't mean I'm qualified to present this crap!" Alfred snapped.
"Well, you are not really qualified to give your own presentations most of the time, so I see your point." Ivan said with a nod.
"My presentations are fine! It's the rest of you that are the problem." Alfred said angrily, glaring at the taller nation. "Plus, I don't really understand why I have to present anyways. Everyone already knows what's going on with me most of the time; it almost seems like a waste for me to update everyone. That and everyone has already told me their opinions about my life every other day, so I don't need updates from them either."
"Believe it or not, not everyone is wrapped up with you." Ivan scoffed. "Sometimes the other nations do need an update from you."
"I wouldn't know that with the amount of emails from the others saying stuff like, "America, you're an idiot", or, "America, I know how to run your country better than you!" Alfred said bitterly. "I wish people keep their noses out of my life."
"That is rich coming from you." Russia snorted.
"Oh, don't pretend you aren't putting your dirty little mitts on everyone else's stuff either." America said, pointing a finger at Russia. "Don't pretend to be any better than me!"
"Oh, but aren't I?" Russia said with a menacing smile, his aura radiating around him.
"No." America said bluntly. Then glancing around the bus, America dropped his voice to a whisper. "And knock that death aura crap off, you're scaring people."
Russia blinked in surprise. He glanced around as well, and he saw people around the bus giving them nervous looks.
"My apologies." Russia said with a small smile, and the aura faded away. "I forgot we were in public."
"You shouldn't be doing that crap, period." America sighed. "It freaks out some of the other nations as well you know."
"Imitation is the key to respect." Russia said with a shrug. "Plus, it is not that scary."
"Like hell it isn't!"
"It's never bothered you." Ivan pointed out with a frown.
"I've never been scared of you." Alfred said with a slight smirk. "Although I'll admit that you make me nervous sometimes."
"Oh?"
"I mean, I'd have to be an idiot if I wasn't." Alfred said with a laugh. "I mean, it's not you're a minor threat you know. I do have some brains you know, even if I don't always act like it."
"Interesting." Ivan commented with a slight smirk of his own. "Are you saying that you only pretend to be stupid?"
"I'm not telling." Alfred said playfully, sticking his tongue out at Ivan. "It's not fun giving away my secrets when you don't offer any in return."
"Ah, now I am disappointed." Ivan said with an exaggerated sigh. "And here I thought I could get all of your government secrets out of you."
Alfred burst out laughing, and Ivan couldn't help but chuckle as well.
"Aw man," Alfred giggled, "our relationship is so freaking screwed up. I can't decide if I like you or if I want to punch you."
"The feeling is mutual." Ivan responded.
"What the hell were our bosses thinking?" Alfred asked, shaking his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if this project came to bite us in the ass later."
"I am not sure. But I am afraid that we don't have much choice in the matter." Ivan said.
"Hmm, I guess not. Oh, our stop is coming up." Alfred said as he looked out the window, looking slightly relived.
"So soon?" Ivan asked, slightly surprised.
"Yeah, well my apartment isn't too far from the museum." Alfred said with a shrug.
"Your apartment seems to be near everything."
"That's because I got lucky." Alfred said with a grin as the bus came to a stop. "Come on, time is getting on here. I want to cover as much of the museum as I can." With that, Alfred hopped up from his seat and walked towards the doors. "Hurry up, old man!"
"Do not make me cane you." Ivan huffed as he followed him.
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Germany hummed slightly as he read an information tag about the Alaskan brown bear. He was currently in the North American Mammal exhibit with Japan, who was looking at a display of and Alaskan mink.
"This was a good idea, Japan." Germany said with a small smile. "I can't believe I never thought of coming here before."
"I am glad you are enjoying yourself." Japan said with a small smile of his own. "However, it was a shame Italy could not join us."
"Hmm, that probably was for the best." Germany said with a shake of his head. "He gets bored pretty quickly in museums."
"I suppose." Japan said.
"Speaking of Italy, I got a call from him yesterday." Germany said with tired sigh.
"Oh dear, what happened?" Japan asked, throwing Germany a sympathetic glace.
"He was upset because America yelled at him and then told him he wasn't hungry." Germany explained, rolling his eyes. "He also said something about Russia living in America's house, and that he was going to making lunch for the world meeting."
"What?!" Japan asked, looking up sharply at Germany.
"I know, I can't believe we have to put up with pasta again. I suppose it's better than England's cooking again but-"
"I am sorry, but did you say America and Russia are rooming together?" Japan asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Germany raised an eyebrow at Japans reaction. "Yes, Italy told me that France had been telling everyone about it. I'm surprised Italy hasn't already told you about this. He usually runs around screaming at the top of his lungs about gossip."
"Why would Russia and America room together?"
Germany shrugged his shoulders. "Italy told me it had something to do with their bosses wanting them to get along better. Although," Germany said with an amused shake of his head, "I doubt that will ever happen. Knowing America's temper, they'll be brawling in the streets soon and the whole thing will be called off."
"Ah, I see." Japan said. "My sympathies with America. I would not wish Russia on anyone."
"America is probably foaming at the mouth with rage." Germany said with a sigh. "I'm not looking forwards to the meeting next week. America and Russia will probably be fighting more than usual, and with England sick and the rumors flying around it's going to be a mess."
"Rumors?" Japan asked with a confused frown.
"Oh, it's nothing." Germany said with a grimace. "It's something France is spreading around. He's saying the reason America and Russia are rooming together is because they are dating."
Japan raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "And he expects anyone to believe that?"
"France does what he wants, unfortunately for the rest of us." Germany sighed. "Probably stalking them as we speak to see if he can get any evidence."
"Oui, I am."
"See, what did I-" Germany started to say, then stiffening, Germany spun around and saw France's face sticking out a potted plant near the door of the exhibit room. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Germany shouted.
"I am following America and Russia." France said cheerfully, holding up a disposable camera and winking at Germany, whose face had turned red from anger. "They are here you see, and they came together alone. It is most likely a date! I'm here to get proof."
"America and Russia are here?" Japan asked, his eyes narrowing again.
"Get the hell out of that plant you idiot!" Germany shouted, storming over to France and dragging him out of the fake plant.
"Oh my!" France squawked as he fell onto the floor. "So rough!" France whined, rubbing his back as he stood up.
"You shouldn't be stalking them! You should be ashamed!" Germany said angrily. "What if they spot you? They'll beat you senseless!"
"It does not matter!" France said, said with a flirty smirk. "When it comes to the heart, I will always be there! Why, this is the first time America has taken an interest in anyone! And to think that he told me that romance was stupid!"
"I highly doubt that is the case." Japan said.
"Non, I am sure of it!" France said. "In fact, I can prove it!"
"You're clearly delusional, and I feel sorry for you." Germany said.
"As I was following them, I heard America say 'milashka!'"
"Miashka?" Japan asked with a frown.
"It is Russian for Cutie!" France said triumphantly. "He was clearly addressing Russia when he said it, so it must be America's pet name to Russia!"
"How the hell do you even know what that means?" Germany asked, giving France an unimpressed glare.
"Why, I live for romance! And due to that, I know all endearing words in all languages." France said, flipping his hair out of his face.
"Did you have any context to that?" Germany asked.
"Well, no." France admitted, pouting. "They were too far away for me to hear them very well, but why else would America say such a thing?"
Germany opened his mouth to reply, and then he paused. Frowning, he glanced unsurely at Japan.
"Maybe you misheard." Japan said.
"Non, I did not! I heard it as clear as a bell!" France said adamantly.
"Maybe he was talking about one of the exhibits." Germany suggested.
"Well, seeing as they were the meteorite room at the time, I highly doubt it." France said with a smirk. "Admit it, I was right!"
"Unfortunately, I cannot." Japan said with a sigh. "America and Russia have been fighting for the better part of a century. I would find it very strange if they suddenly fell in love in three days. And just because you heard one word does not mean you have solid evidence to say otherwise."
"But, I-" France sputtered, giving Japan a look of udder betrayal.
"I agree with Japan." Germany said. "What you have is not solid evidence."
France deflated and pouted at the other two nations in front of him. "Poo, you two are no fun. If Italy were here he would have agreed with me."
"Well, he isn't, so I think you need to-" Germany started to say.
"Dude, will you hurry up?!" A familiar voice shouted from down the hall. "The next space exhibit is this way, we just need to cut through here!"
"SHIT!" France shrieked, running back over the fake plant and diving back in. "If they spot me I'm dead!"
"Germany, we should probably hide as well. America will probably not be in the mood to see us." Japan said, tugging Germany behind a display of plants near where France was hidden.
"This is stupid." Germany grumbled. "It isn't like we were doing anything wrong."
"Shh!" France and Japan hushed him.
Just as they had stopped talking, America and Russia came around the corner. Germany examined the other nations. Surprisingly, neither nation looked even a little upset or angry. In fact, Russia looked slightly amused, and America was bouncing up and down excitably.
"That room was so cool! I always forget how awesome that room is when I come here." America said happily.
"Yes, it was very interesting." Russia said with a low chuckle.
"Those Mars samples were freaking sweet!" America said, his eyes practically glowing. "I can't wait to send people to Mars! Then I get more samples!"
"That is probably still decades away." Russia said, shaking his head sadly.
"I know that, but DUDE! Mars rocks!" America said, staring intently at Russia. "That's even cooler than Moon rocks!"
"Do you think Mars ever supported life?" Russia asked curiously. "I heard they thought they found proof of microbes."
"And a watery climate!" America said. "Plus, with all the evidence we've found in the last few years I'm sure there was some sort of life there at some point. Hell, maybe there still is!"
"I am not too sure about that." Russia said with a smile. "But I do think we can colonize the planet."
"I can't wait!" America practically squealed. "Just think about it! There could be space cowboys in the future!"
"I do not think-" Russia started to say.
"Do not take this from me." America said, cutting Russia off, giving him a warning look. "Just let me dream."
"Of course." Russia said, shaking his head in amusement.
"Anyways, lets hurry!" America said, running ahead of Russia. "The Cosmic Pathway is this way!"
"I am hurrying." Russia said in an exasperated tone as they exited the room again. As soon as they were sure they were in the clear, the other nations left their hiding spots.
"I never realized how much of a nerd America is." France commented.
"I did." Japan said. The other two shot Japan a surprised look. "He comes over to my house to read manga and watch anime sometimes." Japan said with a shrug.
"Well, they seem to be getting along ok." Germany said with a frown. "That's weird."
"Not really." Japan said. "Whenever America talks about space he gets into a really good mood. Russia has a similar interest in space, so I'm not surprised they're talking together about it."
"Well, I must be on my way." France said, a glint in his eye as he held up his camera. "The hunt continues. ADIEU!" And with that France chased after America and Russia.
"He's so weird." Germany sighed.
"Shall we continue our tour?" Japan asked.
"Might as well." Germany said, walking the opposite direction of France. "Let's just put some space between us and them though."
"Agreed." Japan said, but as soon as Germany turned around Japan glanced behind him with a frown. Then shaking his head he followed Germany out of the room.
A/N: And I'm going to leave it here for now. ALRIGHT EVERYONE, THE POLL CAME IN! And with a vote of 13 to 2 , Romance won! So I guess this is going to be my first romance story ever! Yay me! Okay, just going to warn you guys here, this is not going to be a quick story. This is going to be a slow burn. But I promise, I'm not going to go at an icebergs pace either. Please also keep in mind this is the first time I've taken a story with an actual plot and eventual ending and actually kept up with it, so take mercy on me! I've been used to writing short stories for the last four years. I can't wait to post the world meeting chapter. Like, you guys have no idea. BTW, can anyone who lives in New York please tell me what it's like there. I live in the south, and I do not live in a city, so please forgive me if my descriptions of the city suck. I take everything I know and describe off maps and google street view.
(P.S. Rusame has always been my favorite ship in this fandom, so I'm pumped for this!)