"Okay, dudes, let's get this thing started! We're going to solve all of the world's problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems, we can do it with enough meetings and photo ops! Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for re-election!" America announces. "Okay, I'll go first. About that whole global warming thing, I know that's a really hot topic right now so I think we can manage it if we genetically engineer a huge heroine and have her save the world. I give you the super-heroine global girl!" She smiles proudly and points to a sketch. "I agree with America." Japan nods. "Oh, come on! Have your own opinion for once!" Switzerland groans, shouldering her rifle. "There's no way some heroine could help global warming. It's impossible." England rolls her eyes and sets down her teacup. "I disagree with America and England!" France announces, fluffing her carefully styled hair. "You Frenchies just love to hate America, don't you? You need a better way to spend your time." America laughs, poking France with a pen. "I actually have good manners." France sniffs, ignoring the pen. "I'll show you, you wine-drinking ninny!" England scowls. "You Western nations are so immature; I doubt you ever grow up-aru!" China sniffs and holds out a bowl. "Or would you like to sample some Chinese tasty treats-aru?" She smiles. "NO!!!!" England and France shout in the midst of their fight. "Hey, Russia, why don't you say something?" Spain asks with a smile, putting a hand on Russia's shoulder. "What? Why me? No thanks." Russia shakes her head but smiles. "I want to see Lithuania getting in big trouble and then come crawling back for help." She adds, smiling pleasantly at a nervous Lithuania. "And Latvia will be right behind, da?" She walks over and places a hand on Latvia's shoulder. The small nation winces at Russia's touch. "Oh, Russia! It's not good to pick on the weak!" Estonia shakes her head, adjusting her glasses. Russia rolls her eyes. "You're so annoying." She responds. "Cut it out! If you get any closer to Lithuania, I'll apply the Poland Rule and make Warsaw your capital!" Poland snaps, narrowing her eyebrows. "Everyone shut up!!" Germany shouts, standing up. "Germany?" England and France stop their fighting for a moment, frowning. "We've called zhis conference to solve the world's problems, not to fight about the problems of our past. Since I am ze only country who knows how to run a meeting, we'll follow my rules from here on out. Eight minutes each for speeches, and no chit-chat about side deals. And absolutely no going over the time limit. Now, if you vant to go please raise your hand to do so." She orders, her blue eyes flaring with anger. One hand nervously goes up, and Germany points to it. "I recognize my friend Italy." Italy beams, her amber eyes gleaming. "Pastaaaaaa!" She exclaims.
Nyotalia Axis Powers
It is said that long ago in this land, there once lived a woman who conquered the Mediterranean Sea and gained all of the world's wealth. Her name was The Roman Empire. This woman who gained everything
one day, she simply disappeared.
Germany frowns, looking around. Her boots crunch slightly under the leaves and she grips the bumpy wooden stick tighter. She was supposed to be fighting a descendant of the great Roman Empire. So far, no such luck. She grits her teeth and narrows her eyebrows. "How veird
" She murmurs. "I crossed the border vith no problem..." She glances down at the stick. "I'm so sorry I didn't share any of my vurst vith you
the invasion vas going so well, I forgot about feeding mein sticky friend
no! I shouldn't let my guard down. It's that descendant I'm looking for." Germany straightens, still frowning. "She must have some sort of plan
" Her voice is cut short and she stops abruptly. Why
what was a tomato crate doing in the middle of the woods?
Once upon a time, in a house called the Roman Empire, a newborn Italy lived with various other countries. But one day, Italy's grandmother took her away and forced her to leave her home and friends. For a while, Italy spent her time drawing and singing with her unusually pretty grandmother. Italy had a natural affinity for artistic pursuits, so her grandmother was delighted. "It's fun to draw pictures, but somehow I feel so Renaissance. I'll show my beautiful drawings to my big sisters France and the Holy Roman Empire, and another sister whose name I don't know because I haven't met her yet. I can't wait to see everyone!" Italy smiles to herself as some crayon brings streaks of color across her paper. Unfortunately, when she met them again, they had all become dummies. "Stop! I want you to become part of the Holy Roman Empire! Please!" Holy Rome shouts, trying to catch up with a sobbing Italy.
To be continued