Conclave

Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR MARVEL OR THE ABOVE ARTWORK

2008, a month later- World Meeting in Washington DC, America

Germany resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose like England was doing. To his right France had pulled a bottle of wine from somewhere and was now trying to open it, while America- the bloody idiot, egged the frog on. Somewhere he could hear Austria playing the saxophone, while Russia cackled and swung his pipe around like the madman he was.

To his left, Japan was reading his manga while ignoring the Italy twins squabbling next to him, Greece was sleeping under the table, and Denmark had started to arm-wrestle with Australia. In front, England had apparently given up and was now talking quietly with Norway. Prussia was yelling from the ceiling- how did he even get up there- and Switzerland was about to shoot Spain in the face.

Groaning, Germany regretted coming. "QUIET!" He yelled, and everyone stopped whatever they were doing. Austria let out a questioning tune on the saxophone. The frog's wine bottle cork flew out. It flew upwards, attracting everyone's eyes and attention, and smacked Prussia on the cheek.

Everything was completely silent for exactly two seconds. Then all chaos was unleashed. Prussia shouted a battle-cry and flung himself at France, who shrieked and clung to America, who in turn scrambled for safety behind a silently-suffering Canada. Switzerland opened fire, and luckily didn't shoot anyone- Russia joined Prussia but only attacked America; Japan had pulled out his katana- North Italy had accidentally poured tomato sauce on his manga. Austria played Beethoven on his saxophone.

Germany slammed the table. It, unfortunately, cracked. The room fell silent again. "Veturn to your seats, please." He growled. "Russia, bruder, stop attacking Amerika and France." The two pale-haired nations glanced at each other before huffing and leaving the cowering blondes. "Kesese, you'd beder remember Prussia's awesomeness!" Prussia cackled as he settled in behind Germany.

Germany frowned. He tapped the remote, and the screen behind him lit up. Immediately, all Nations sat up at the familiar blue glow. "Asgard is so going to kill us now," Finland whispered. In the silence, his voice was as loud as a thunderclap.

The other Nations remained silent. Childish or not, they knew that panicking would get them nowhere- especially not if the older, much more powerful Planet came to check on the Space Stone. Germany cleared his throat. "According to what Amerika said, zhe Space Stone is now kept in S.H.I.E.L.D. A spy organization affiliated with Amerika. Unfortunately, Amerika vas unable to get it back- or get zhem to throw it avay." He narrowed his eyes- "Ve have no idea vhat zhe people can do wiv it. But ve cannot take it back. Any ideas?"

"We could try negotiating again," Norway hummed. "Why not send a diplomat from another country?" "They would think it's a trap or something and chase 'em away." America huffed morosely. "We could tell them it's ours?" Wondered Australia. "Are you stupid?" Scoffed Romania, "We can just magick it out!" "Our magic doesn't work on the Stones," grumbled England.

"We could steal it?" Japan offered. "We have Canada, after all." Said shy nation blinked, surprised at the sudden callout. "But I'm pretty sure they'd notice someone lugging a glowing blue cube out their safe." Canada answered, pushing up his glasses. "Why can't we just leave it there and see if they can care for it first? We can take it back if S.H.I.E.L.D can't handle it."

"That's... actually a good idea," England praised, grinning at the nation he helped bring up. "We'll give them a year- is that enough?" The Brit glanced around the room. None disproved- it was a much better idea than just straight-up invading a spy organization to take it back, after all. "No objections? Zhen zhat concludes zhe meeting." Germany announced, clapping once. The Nations cheered and rushed out, swarming out the meeting room.

The only Nations left who stayed behind were the renowned F.A.C.E.

"...I'll go buy some coffee." France sighed, leaving as well. "You three, talk." England rolled his eyes and waved the blonde away, before turning to his... children. "Am- Alfred," He sighed, "None of us blame you. It's not your fault your people found it." "But they now want to control it!" America snapped, "And I'm worried! What if messing with it affects us?"

"The Stone won't let that happen," Canada murmured reassuringly. "It's gonna be fine, Alfred. We'll watch them closely for a year, tops, then we're taking it back. It's just a year- it should be fine, right?" (A/N: Oh Mattie, you and your big mouth.) "...I suppose so." America finally replied. "Sorry for bothering you guys. The hero shouldn't need help."

"Nonsense and bullshit." Declared France a he waltzed back in, four Starbucks balanced in his arms. "Everyone needs help when they're in trouble, mon amie." He gave out the coffee. "I know you prefer tea, Angleterre, but put up with this for now, hm?"

America watched his friends- his family, dare he say it- chat about all sorts of meaningless things, and smiled into his coffee. "Well, since you all need me, the HERO shall watch over this S.H.I.E.L.D for ya!" He beamed, while the others snorted. "Don't pressure yourself," huffed England. "I won't, Iggy!" America replied. "Now, I've gotta go before the Boss gets mad about me not reporting!"

He dashed out the room waving wildly. Canada and France waved back, while England muttered about immature superpowers. "That's it, then. I have a plane to catch. Have a good day." The Brit declared. The three scattered, leaving the empty, messy room behind.

(A/N: I tried to get the accents right. They probably aren't. Comment if you know how to write accents pls. I would love help. I would also appreciate any and all feedback on the chapters. Tell me if there's anything too confusing. Don't ask me about any inside jokes though. If you want context, go google it or ask the fandom.

Again, I may or may not update. It depends on whether I have the energy or not.)