"Heyo I think the Anti-Country club meeting slash group therapy session can finally begin!" SoCal chirped. "Solving all of our problems by, like, talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems we can like totes solve everything with enough meetings and food! Feel free to like, talk honestly as much as y'all want while tryna not get kicked out!" She bounced up and down excitedly as she started the meeting.
"Imma go first, so like about that whole 'Wildfires everywhere' thing I say that we should like, totally take a breather when people get us angry and get a snack it'll be like hella cool! I give you the coping technique of 'Take five and five M&Ms'!" SoCal said.
NorCal chuckled at his sister's enthusiasm but still said "Yeah, I gotta agree". He pushed his bear beanie back so it didn't get in his eyes. He was about so say something more when he was interrupted by Texas yelling at him to "Man up or he'll trample him with his horse"
Sealand huffed. "I don't really see how eating a snack could improve your mood, or taking any of your advice for that matter" His heavy British accent being accentuated by his annoyance and rather foul mood. He thought "If SoCal and NorCal actually agree on something, how can I one-up them and show my worth to the countries by dissing them?"
NorCal and SoCal started to poke and anger Sealand. "Y'all from the outside always love to hate on us Californians, why don't you go back to making good singers and actors that we can adopt?" They asked, in a rather condescending tone, which quickly devolved into a fight.
"Those Western States and Brits are so immature I doubt that they'll ever grow up. Maybe I can try appealing to them and set them on the right path" He reached into his bag and pulled out a notebook filled with instructions. "You all want to learn how to start a business?" Delaware chimed, holding up the notebook.
"YOUR HANDWRITING SUCKS"
"ACTING IS THE WAY TO GO"
"STARTING A BUSINESS WON'T GET THE COUNTRIES TO RECOGNIZE ME"
While the pair was arguing, the little state Hawaii walked up to one of the oldest people in the room. "Hey, why don't you go up there Mr. Romano? They'll stop fighting if you step in." She asked, clutching a Stitch and a Pua plushie.
Romano's eyes were closed and his face was scrunched up -- most likely from a headache. He looked up at the small state and smiled. "Fine, I'll try" he said as he patted her head and ruffled up her hair, much to the annoyance of Hawaii
Romano sighed and stood up, slamming his hands down on the table. "OI YOU BASTARDOS. LISTEN UP. We've called this conference to help with our own problems, not to fight about every little thing that arises! And since I am the only person here who seems to know how to run a meeting, we will follow my rules from here on out! Eight minutes each for confessing, no chit-chatting or side conversations when someone is talking, and absolutely no going over the time limit! Now if you want to go, make sure you're prepared and raise your hand, but do so in a way that does not mock any salutes of any of our people's past. Understood?" He yelled, anger and annoyance in his eyes.
The two Californias sighed but agreed, then shot an angry glare at Sealand. He returned the glare before going to sit with the other Micronations. Romano looked around before pointing. "I recognise my brother and the two other bastards. What are you all doing here?" He stomped up to the Axis angrily. "Don't you know this is an Anti-Country Club meeting? Get out!" Some of the other non-countries, from Alberta to the British Virgin Islands followed him, giving annoyed or confused glances.
"Eh? What is the newspaper club doing here?" Saskatchewan muttered. Murmurs of agreement passed through the club.
"Ve~ We're here to interview the weird clubs." Italy said. The stoic Germany and increasingly worried Japan nodded in agreement.
Texas burst into laughter when he heard this, "pfft- hahaha... really? Us? 'Weird'? Hahaha... oh... bless your heart" Soon enough, other territories, provinces and states, and regions all started to laugh along. Even Alaska laughed, which was slightly terrifying to some people. The intruding countries laughed awkwardly.
The States of Australia were the first to recover. "Heh... oh you gave us a good laugh. Now, shoo!" They yelled, in unison as they pushed the Axis out of the club room and slammed the door.
Feliciano knocked on the door again "Ve~ Fratello? Open the door! Please?"
Queensland looked at the door, "Eh, mate. Maybe we should let them in. A small lil' interview wouldn't hurt."
SoCal and Florida nodded "Yeah! It'll show us to the other countries. Publicity is important!" They said in unison. New York (begrudgingly) nodded.
Romano sighed and obeyed, going to open the door. "Fine, you all may interview us."
"Yay! Thank you~ I promise we'll put a lotta effort into it! Right, Germany? Japan?" Italy chimed, bouncing up and down in happiness
"Ja"
"Hai"
Romano scoffed but he smiled slightly. The Axis walked in, and they seemed surprised at the decor. There were bean bags and blankets and pillows everywhere, and tissue boxes and stacks of books at every desk. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed, and even the smell of mint, lavender, and incense was in the air. There was a thick shaggy carpet that someone had put down, and many territories, regions, and states were on it.
Germany had cleared his throat, and looked around awkwardly "So, who's in charge here?"
"Ve~ I heard it was the guidance cou-"
"It is Romano-sensei" Osaka interrupted "Ah, I apologize if I offended you..."
Italy looked over to his older brother, his happy demeanor growing even larger at the thought of his dear fratello being the president of the largest club in the school. "Oh, is that true? Ve~ wow, so cool!"
SoCal and NorCal waltzed up. "Yeah, he's like, the president. It used to be Ms. ASEAN...but she left after the second meeting. Said we were 'too rowdy' or somethin', I don't really care." SoCal said nonchalantly, blowing a bubble of her gum, "I'm the Vice president. My brother here, he's the Secretary. Paris is the treasurer, and D.C is the rep."
Japan hurriedly scribbled something down in his notebook, and then looked up "Well then, may we please go on?"
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