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Today was going to be your very first world conference meeting you would ever attend.

When your boss first told you about this, you were a little light-headed and a bit nervous about it, but you've felt lucky that he chose you to represent them. You know, one in a million, right?

As you walk through the immense building filled with other rooms and through the awkward moments of you going into the wrong rooms, you finally found the right room. You opened the door slightly and took a peep inside, seeing that it was infiltrated with countries. All of a sudden, an unpleasant feeling filling up the void in your stomach, making you feels a bit sick.

'Ok! …Ok!O to the K. Woo! Yeah! Let's go inside ________! Let's go! C'mon! You can do it. ________!'

Your self-motivational thoughts weren't getting you anywhere. Your feet were practically glued to the ground and you couldn't move an inch.

"Ummm, excuse me..."

You suddenly flinched at the shy voice, almost making you scream in fright. After you were finished embarrassing yourself, shrieking in a high pitch squeal for some minutes, you finally took a look at the person.

'Husky. Talllll. Hmmm. Wears glasses. Are his eyes blue...or purple? Wavy, but lengthy locks of blonde with a curl ahoge. Polar bear? Red vest with white sweater inside..._______, you can stop now...'

Of the deep, agile observation you took of him, you were unsure if the voice was really came from him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, wer- uhh, I mean, are you going in, uhhh-, what I meant wa-," you stopped your rambling blabber and said to the stranger, "...I'm new," in your high pitch squeal.

"Wait." He turned and looked around. "Are you talking to me?" he asked you, pointing to him in confusion. "Well, eh, yes, you possibly are because I don't see anyone else! Not that I was trying to avoid you or something, but uhh-,...we could go inside together, if you want." He extended his shy hand towards you so slowly, except so sweetly, you then quickly accepted the offer.

"So, what's your name, if you don't mind me asking," he asked you before you two went inside.

"__-_________! It's... __________," you stuttered out to him awkwardly. "Sorry, if my palms are really sweaty."

"I thought I was the one with the sweaty palms!"

As both of you walked inside together, corrupting a loud laugh, he found a spot where both of you could sit at.

"Well, _________, I know this will be wonderful first meeting you'll ever join in your life. Well, maybe. Just to you warn you, it can be chaotic."

"Ha, I can take on chaos any day, anywhere, any place!" You strike some silly poses of strength that made him giggle at.

Some noticed your presence as when you were done being silly, opened your briefcase, and pulled out some papers at your spot and greeted you with kind welcomes.

"Well, I think we have someone new joining us today," you heard one of the men who had a British accent. "So who, might you be?" he asked politely.

"Her name's _______. This is her first world meeting, England," the Canadian replied with glee.

"AHH! Matthew! When did you get here?! Oh bloody hell! Don't do that, for fucks sake."

Oh wow. What a gentleman.

"Step aside, Angleterre." With a quick swoop, you were suddenly in the arms of French.

"Uhh, just ho-"

"Shhhh, mon chéri. I've learned all kinds of tricks that would amaze you. That's why I'm the country of love," he purred out to you, slowly petting your soft cheek.

"Aha! Ha! Uhh- Ok...France? Ummm, excuse me. I need to continue preparing my papers for the meeting. Excus- ...me?"

You broke the embrace between you and the French man before he could try to steal a kiss from you, trying to return back to your seat. Well, more of an attempt because as when you tried to make your way back to your seat, you were stopped by some massive hands that were placed upon your shoulders.

"Yes, let Miss _________ return back to her work, da?"

Oh, this just keeps getting better and better. A Russian.

You tried to escape him as well, but that just made him tighten his clutch on you even more.

"Well, why yes, Mr. Russian man. I do, but I can't because your grip on me is going to kill me!" You squealed your complaint toward him.

You were truly confused, but dumbfounded at what was happening right now. Was this suppose to happen? You then just ignored the countries that were now currently fighting with each other and went back to your seat where new friend sat there peacefully.

"So, your name's Matthew, huh?" you asked the only friend that was actually the normal one around here.

"Uhh, yes. Yes. I'm Matthew Williams. I represent Canada." he introduced himself.

"Well, ok, ehh!" you giggled, trying to mimic his accent. "So...does this happen a lot around here?"

"Them being like that? Well, yeah, they're usually like tha-"

"No, I meant...them acting like you're invisible or something," you peeped out.

"Oh…yeah, that. Well, yes, to be honest, it does bother me very much, but I think I've gone through the same routine for a while already, so I'm used to it by now," he answers to you casually. "That's why I was shocked that you were talking to me earlier."

"Well, that could explain it," you snickered out.

"It's funny, really. My brother here gets more of the attention than I do. Maybe it's because of his outgoing personality or something. Even though he can be a bastard sometimes though," he cried out, clutching his fists.

"Well, if I do meet your brother, I'm sure that he'll be just as sweet and nice like you," you told him cheerfully. Without any doubt, you start imagining how Matthew's brother would be like. It would be nice to make another friend who's was like Matthew as well.

"Yeah, you think that _________."

Just as things were getting settled down, the room calmed down.

You then focused on the well groomed man who was at the far end of the table, who stood up and looked like he was the one in charge of this meeting.

"So, let's see, I think everyone is here, so let's get this meeting started, shall we?" the German man announced as he looked around the room, but turned his focus back to his papers in his hands. "Well, you haven't noticed yet, we have someone new joining us today. _________ _________, if I'm right?" Gesturing a hand towards your way, having everyone stare and give you a short greeting and a wave.

Just as he was about to say something else, the doors opened fast and so carelessly as if they had flew off their hinges.

You flinched a bit, but had your eyes focus at the entrance. Who was the person at the doorway, anyway?

"I'M THE HERO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" [1]

…What the hell?

The laughter continued to echo throughout the room until Germany let his rage slip.

"America! You're late…again! How many times to we have to discuss about?! Blah blah blah idiot blah blah blah stupid American blah blah blah." With all this anger in him going towards the obnoxious blonde haired man, his papers were in the air now because he was in front of him, hitting him on top of his head.

"We can't always wait for you when you're late and stall more time just to wait for you idiot!" He yelled out again in his ear. "It just wastes time and we can't waste anymore time on you. We have to discuss important issues. Ahh, well, as you can see America, there's no more seats for you, so why don't you just grab a foldable chair out of the closet."

"Aghh, but those suck, Germany! My awesome hero ass shouldn't be sitting on those puny chairs," he whined. As you continued to watch him make a scene in front of everyone, you saw that he was trying to prove him wrong and find an open seat for his...hero ass. Just then, your eyes met each other.

"Wait. Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! You! Yeah! Yooooo! Hey! Hey, you!" Waving his arms around spontaneously, still trying to grab your attention, you finally answer him.

"Yes?" you answered him blandly, wishing he would just stop acting like a child and just get the foldable chair, so the meeting could start.

"Yeah, you! That seat's free, right? Pshhha, of course, it's free. You knew that I would be coming, so you were like, 'No, guys! I need to save this seat for the awesome hero guy, Alfred F. Jones.'" He then reenacts his imagination, imitating a girl voice that was supposed to yours.

"Uhh, yeah. Right," you sarcastically respond back. "And my name's not you. It's ____________ and no, this seat's already occupied by someone, so you can get just go to the closet and get yourself a foldable chair."

"Pfffft, no silly. I know that the old Chinese man seating in that other seat next to you! I meant the other seat that no one is currently seating at, duh."

"You ass!" China screamed out, being truly offended by the American's insult.

"I already said someone is sitting here! Canada is the one sitting beside me, you dumbass," you told him, but now with some anger in your tone.

"What?!" He took off his glasses, cleaned them off his bomber jacket, and finally placed them back on, blinking a couple of times before saying, "Ohhhh. Yooooooo! Hey, bro! Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Yeah, still an idiot as always. I love you, too," Canada replies back to him sarcastically, but still acting relaxed as ever.

Wait…

Bro?

Idiot?

…I love you?

[2]

Oh, holy shit.

That's Canada's brother?

That ca- can't be…could it?

"Hahahaha! We should stop all these shenanigans and get on with the meeting, right, Germany? Uhhh, America, I really really think you should stop interrupting the whole meeting just for a seat...and to mingle with me...in front of everyone." you articulate earnestly towards the idiot. "We have a meeting to get on with, please. We can chatter more afterwards or during break."

"There won't be a break if you two don't stop yapping, so let's start this fucking meeting already, you wankers!" England yelled out to the both of you. "Now shut up and sit down, you fatass!"

"Well, why don't you stop being such a tightass, mon lapin?" France adds on to the conversation, thinking that would help things out.

"What the hell did you say frog?! You're the one who's willing to what? Oh yeah, just fuck anything that moves!" England throws his comeback at the French man and that's when they started choking and fighting with each other.

Their fighting was like a signal for everyone else to talk and fight as well.

"Uhhhh, are meetings...always like this?" You asked the German as you walked towards him. He was practically yelling at everyone, trying to calm things down, and get things under control again. "Yes! Yes! Well, sometimes, but occasionally. These conferences are supposed to be a discussion about solving the world's problems and not try to bring up problems back from the past and argue about them!"

As Germany tried to get things back in order, you watched the entertainment that was occurring in front of your eyes. France and Britain were practically just throwing blunt comebacks at each other while Britain pulled at France's locks and France choking him. Russia was torturing the some countries as a creepy, strange girl was holding a knife under one of the victim's neck. Next, there was, to the looks of it, an angry Italian, that was spilling out so many curses at some guy who was eating tomatoes for some reason. You then saw some lady who talking with a guy who looked like a musician who had a mole on his face, but then going over to the albino who was sitting next to them and hit him with a...frying pan? Then...another Italian...who was napping like there was no tomorrow. It's very interesting how he could sleep through all this racket. You scanned the whole room filled with countries who were practically were not even getting on with meeting at all. I think you've had enough for today even though it was your first. Yup, you lied. You couldn't handle all of this.

"...Sooooo...meeting...adjourned?" You asked the German who had enough of all of this and slumped in his chair. He did a slow nod as the chaos continued to rumble full of chatters, fights, and tortures with a sleepy Italian.

You immediately gathered your things together and headed out the door. At the moment when you were about to get out of this confusing, crazy hell hole, you were simultaneously tackled to the floor.

"Hey,you! I mean, _________. Uhh, where are you heading off to?" America perched out to you like he didn't even notice any of the events that were happening right now.

Of course, it had to be him who stops you from getting out of here.

"Is it really your concern to know of my where abouts?! Also, why did you tack-tackled me to the ground?!" You tried to push him, but it was just not working out at all. "Get off me! I can feel the obesity crushing me already!" [3]

At that statement, he quickly gets off you and gives you a face full of raging emotions. "Hey! That was just cold right there. We just met and you're already being mean?! What kind of person does that!?" He asks in a confused, but angry tone.

You calmly gathered your things once again, made your way to the door, and turned the knob.

"Because…I don't like you, Jones," you said sternly.
"I hate the way you act.
I hate how you act like a child.
I hate the way you talk.
I hate your personality.
I hate your obnoxious laugh.
I hate how you would just interrupt a meeting just for a 'meet and greet' when you should be talking about important subjects.
I hate your unrealistic imagination.
I hate how you don't even notice your brother's presence!
I would say more, but to sum it all up, I hate everything about you, Alfred F. Jones.
Every single bit of you.
…And it has just been one day.
Now shut the fuck up already."

Your rant made the whole room turn from fierce chaos…to a cold silence, turning all the attention focused on the two of you. You notice everyone's' eyes were placed upon you, making you look up to see shocked faces, but the face you paid attention to was his. His face was filled with emotions of confusion, shock, and gloom. It was as if as speeding train had struck, without any warnings of it coming.

You tried to say some things, but the words couldn't come out of your mouth.

All you did now was take one last look at your audience and left.

Description
Today was going to be your very first world conference meeting you would ever attend.

When your boss first told you about this, you were a little light-headed and a bit nervous about it, but you've felt lucky that he chose you to represent them. You know, one in a million, right?

As you walk through the immense building filled with other rooms and through the awkward moments of you going into the wrong rooms, you finally found the right room. You opened the door slightly and took a peep inside, seeing that it was infiltrated with countries. All of a sudden, an unpleasant feeling filling up the void in your stomach, making you feels a bit sick.

'Ok! …Ok!O to the K. Woo! Yeah! Let's go inside ________! Let's go! C'mon! You can do it. ________!'

Your self-motivational thoughts weren't getting you anywhere. Your feet were practically glued to the ground and you couldn't move an inch.

"Ummm, excuse me..."

You suddenly flinched at the shy voice, almost making you scream in fright. After you were finished embarrassing yourself, shrieking in a high pitch squeal for some minutes, you finally took a look at the person.

'Husky. Talllll. Hmmm. Wears glasses. Are his eyes blue...or purple? Wavy, but lengthy locks of blonde with a curl ahoge. Polar bear? Red vest with white sweater inside..._______, you can stop now...'

Of the deep, agile observation you took of him, you were unsure if the voice was really came from him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, wer- uhh, I mean, are you going in, uhhh-, what I meant wa-," you stopped your rambling blabber and said to the stranger, "...I'm new," in your high pitch squeal.

"Wait." He turned and looked around. "Are you talking to me?" he asked you, pointing to him in confusion. "Well, eh, yes, you possibly are because I don't see anyone else! Not that I was trying to avoid you or something, but uhh-,...we could go inside together, if you want." He extended his shy hand towards you so slowly, except so sweetly, you then quickly accepted the offer.

"So, what's your name, if you don't mind me asking," he asked you before you two went inside.

"__-_________! It's... __________," you stuttered out to him awkwardly. "Sorry, if my palms are really sweaty."

"I thought I was the one with the sweaty palms!"

As both of you walked inside together, corrupting a loud laugh, he found a spot where both of you could sit at.

"Well, _________, I know this will be wonderful first meeting you'll ever join in your life. Well, maybe. Just to you warn you, it can be chaotic."

"Ha, I can take on chaos any day, anywhere, any place!" You strike some silly poses of strength that made him giggle at.

Some noticed your presence as when you were done being silly, opened your briefcase, and pulled out some papers at your spot and greeted you with kind welcomes.

"Well, I think we have someone new joining us today," you heard one of the men who had a British accent. "So who, might you be?" he asked politely.

"Her name's _______. This is her first world meeting, England," the Canadian replied with glee.

"AHH! Matthew! When did you get here?! Oh bloody hell! Don't do that, for fucks sake."

Oh wow. What a gentleman.

"Step aside, Angleterre." With a quick swoop, you were suddenly in the arms of French.

"Uhh, just ho-"

"Shhhh, mon chéri. I've learned all kinds of tricks that would amaze you. That's why I'm the country of love," he purred out to you, slowly petting your soft cheek.

"Aha! Ha! Uhh- Ok...France? Ummm, excuse me. I need to continue preparing my papers for the meeting. Excus- ...me?"

You broke the embrace between you and the French man before he could try to steal a kiss from you, trying to return back to your seat. Well, more of an attempt because as when you tried to make your way back to your seat, you were stopped by some massive hands that were placed upon your shoulders.

"Yes, let Miss _________ return back to her work, da?"

Oh, this just keeps getting better and better. A Russian.

You tried to escape him as well, but that just made him tighten his clutch on you even more.

"Well, why yes, Mr. Russian man. I do, but I can't because your grip on me is going to kill me!" You squealed your complaint toward him.

You were truly confused, but dumbfounded at what was happening right now. Was this suppose to happen? You then just ignored the countries that were now currently fighting with each other and went back to your seat where new friend sat there peacefully.

"So, your name's Matthew, huh?" you asked the only friend that was actually the normal one around here.

"Uhh, yes. Yes. I'm Matthew Williams. I represent Canada." he introduced himself.

"Well, ok, ehh!" you giggled, trying to mimic his accent. "So...does this happen a lot around here?"

"Them being like that? Well, yeah, they're usually like tha-"

"No, I meant...them acting like you're invisible or something," you peeped out.

"Oh…yeah, that. Well, yes, to be honest, it does bother me very much, but I think I've gone through the same routine for a while already, so I'm used to it by now," he answers to you casually. "That's why I was shocked that you were talking to me earlier."

"Well, that could explain it," you snickered out.

"It's funny, really. My brother here gets more of the attention than I do. Maybe it's because of his outgoing personality or something. Even though he can be a bastard sometimes though," he cried out, clutching his fists.

"Well, if I do meet your brother, I'm sure that he'll be just as sweet and nice like you," you told him cheerfully. Without any doubt, you start imagining how Matthew's brother would be like. It would be nice to make another friend who's was like Matthew as well.

"Yeah, you think that _________."

Just as things were getting settled down, the room calmed down.

You then focused on the well groomed man who was at the far end of the table, who stood up and looked like he was the one in charge of this meeting.

"So, let's see, I think everyone is here, so let's get this meeting started, shall we?" the German man announced as he looked around the room, but turned his focus back to his papers in his hands. "Well, you haven't noticed yet, we have someone new joining us today. _________ _________, if I'm right?" Gesturing a hand towards your way, having everyone stare and give you a short greeting and a wave.

Just as he was about to say something else, the doors opened fast and so carelessly as if they had flew off their hinges.

You flinched a bit, but had your eyes focus at the entrance. Who was the person at the doorway, anyway?

"I'M THE HERO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" [1]

…What the hell?

The laughter continued to echo throughout the room until Germany let his rage slip.

"America! You're late…again! How many times to we have to discuss about?! Blah blah blah idiot blah blah blah stupid American blah blah blah." With all this anger in him going towards the obnoxious blonde haired man, his papers were in the air now because he was in front of him, hitting him on top of his head.

"We can't always wait for you when you're late and stall more time just to wait for you idiot!" He yelled out again in his ear. "It just wastes time and we can't waste anymore time on you. We have to discuss important issues. Ahh, well, as you can see America, there's no more seats for you, so why don't you just grab a foldable chair out of the closet."

"Aghh, but those suck, Germany! My awesome hero ass shouldn't be sitting on those puny chairs," he whined. As you continued to watch him make a scene in front of everyone, you saw that he was trying to prove him wrong and find an open seat for his...hero ass. Just then, your eyes met each other.

"Wait. Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! You! Yeah! Yooooo! Hey! Hey, you!" Waving his arms around spontaneously, still trying to grab your attention, you finally answer him.

"Yes?" you answered him blandly, wishing he would just stop acting like a child and just get the foldable chair, so the meeting could start.

"Yeah, you! That seat's free, right? Pshhha, of course, it's free. You knew that I would be coming, so you were like, 'No, guys! I need to save this seat for the awesome hero guy, Alfred F. Jones.'" He then reenacts his imagination, imitating a girl voice that was supposed to yours.

"Uhh, yeah. Right," you sarcastically respond back. "And my name's not you. It's ____________ and no, this seat's already occupied by someone, so you can get just go to the closet and get yourself a foldable chair."

"Pfffft, no silly. I know that the old Chinese man seating in that other seat next to you! I meant the other seat that no one is currently seating at, duh."

"You ass!" China screamed out, being truly offended by the American's insult.

"I already said someone is sitting here! Canada is the one sitting beside me, you dumbass," you told him, but now with some anger in your tone.

"What?!" He took off his glasses, cleaned them off his bomber jacket, and finally placed them back on, blinking a couple of times before saying, "Ohhhh. Yooooooo! Hey, bro! Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Yeah, still an idiot as always. I love you, too," Canada replies back to him sarcastically, but still acting relaxed as ever.

Wait…

Bro?

Idiot?

…I love you?

[2]

Oh, holy shit.

That's Canada's brother?

That ca- can't be…could it?

"Hahahaha! We should stop all these shenanigans and get on with the meeting, right, Germany? Uhhh, America, I really really think you should stop interrupting the whole meeting just for a seat...and to mingle with me...in front of everyone." you articulate earnestly towards the idiot. "We have a meeting to get on with, please. We can chatter more afterwards or during break."

"There won't be a break if you two don't stop yapping, so let's start this fucking meeting already, you wankers!" England yelled out to the both of you. "Now shut up and sit down, you fatass!"

"Well, why don't you stop being such a tightass, mon lapin?" France adds on to the conversation, thinking that would help things out.

"What the hell did you say frog?! You're the one who's willing to what? Oh yeah, just fuck anything that moves!" England throws his comeback at the French man and that's when they started choking and fighting with each other.

Their fighting was like a signal for everyone else to talk and fight as well.

"Uhhhh, are meetings...always like this?" You asked the German as you walked towards him. He was practically yelling at everyone, trying to calm things down, and get things under control again. "Yes! Yes! Well, sometimes, but occasionally. These conferences are supposed to be a discussion about solving the world's problems and not try to bring up problems back from the past and argue about them!"

As Germany tried to get things back in order, you watched the entertainment that was occurring in front of your eyes. France and Britain were practically just throwing blunt comebacks at each other while Britain pulled at France's locks and France choking him. Russia was torturing the some countries as a creepy, strange girl was holding a knife under one of the victim's neck. Next, there was, to the looks of it, an angry Italian, that was spilling out so many curses at some guy who was eating tomatoes for some reason. You then saw some lady who talking with a guy who looked like a musician who had a mole on his face, but then going over to the albino who was sitting next to them and hit him with a...frying pan? Then...another Italian...who was napping like there was no tomorrow. It's very interesting how he could sleep through all this racket. You scanned the whole room filled with countries who were practically were not even getting on with meeting at all. I think you've had enough for today even though it was your first. Yup, you lied. You couldn't handle all of this.

"...Sooooo...meeting...adjourned?" You asked the German who had enough of all of this and slumped in his chair. He did a slow nod as the chaos continued to rumble full of chatters, fights, and tortures with a sleepy Italian.

You immediately gathered your things together and headed out the door. At the moment when you were about to get out of this confusing, crazy hell hole, you were simultaneously tackled to the floor.

"Hey,you! I mean, _________. Uhh, where are you heading off to?" America perched out to you like he didn't even notice any of the events that were happening right now.

Of course, it had to be him who stops you from getting out of here.

"Is it really your concern to know of my where abouts?! Also, why did you tack-tackled me to the ground?!" You tried to push him, but it was just not working out at all. "Get off me! I can feel the obesity crushing me already!" [3]

At that statement, he quickly gets off you and gives you a face full of raging emotions. "Hey! That was just cold right there. We just met and you're already being mean?! What kind of person does that!?" He asks in a confused, but angry tone.

You calmly gathered your things once again, made your way to the door, and turned the knob.

"Because…I don't like you, Jones," you said sternly.
"I hate the way you act.
I hate how you act like a child.
I hate the way you talk.
I hate your personality.
I hate your obnoxious laugh.
I hate how you would just interrupt a meeting just for a 'meet and greet' when you should be talking about important subjects.
I hate your unrealistic imagination.
I hate how you don't even notice your brother's presence!
I would say more, but to sum it all up, I hate everything about you, Alfred F. Jones.
Every single bit of you.
…And it has just been one day.
Now shut the fuck up already."

Your rant made the whole room turn from fierce chaos…to a cold silence, turning all the attention focused on the two of you. You notice everyone's' eyes were placed upon you, making you look up to see shocked faces, but the face you paid attention to was his. His face was filled with emotions of confusion, shock, and gloom. It was as if as speeding train had struck, without any warnings of it coming.

You tried to say some things, but the words couldn't come out of your mouth.

All you did now was take one last look at your audience and left.