Swapped Around

Seven~ World Meeting

After meeting with this Spain person, I think I have taken back any ideas of going home. After all, he is a very nice person, and gets along with me quite well. Angleterre doesn't seem particularly keen on him, and vice versa, but I guess if I was mistaken for America's wife then I wouldn't be too happy either.

"We're nearly there!" Spain calls over his shoulder to the others, who walk behind us. We had ridden by horse until we reached a large city. It was bustling with lots of Spanish people, all of whom were kind. We had to stop for a few minutes while Spain bought tomatoes though. He has an unnecessary obsession with them.

Eventually, we reach a large building, with whitewashed walls and wavy terracotta roof tiles. The muffled sound of what seems to be many arguing accented voices emanates from inside it. I share a glance of anticipation with Angleterre, who is clinging to America as if his life depends on it.

We proceed through the door, and the shouting becomes louder. I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, even though I know that the people we are about to meet hopefully won't hurt us.

We emerge through a small archway and are met with an avalanche of noise.

"PASTAAAAAAAAA!!"

"Fuck you bastardo, tomatoes are BETTER!"

"Doitsu! He's being mean!"

"You young nations are so immature, Aru!"

"Why isn't anyone becoming one with Mother Russia, da?"

"NOTICE ME BIG BROTHER"

"I take it back, da?"

"And he was like, oh my Gosh, that dress is so fabulous! So I like, totally freaked out and then-"

"Hey Icey! Call me big brother!"

"You'll never take me alive!"

"You're procrastinating~ Now shut up and say my name~"

"Hey you guys! Can I join in?"

"Kesesesseseses, hey Japan! Say 'election'!"

"Erec-"

"EVERYVONE SHUT UP!!"

Finally the noise dies down. A large group of various people sit around a large oval meeting table, apart from one of them; a tall, well-muscled man with icy blue eyes and slicked back blonde hair who stands with his hands slammed against the table.

"Ve are in zhe presence of two new country personifications. I vant jou to set a good example to zhem." He continues after the other nations shut up. "America, introduce zhem."

"Sure! The hero is on it!" The said country yells, before picking me and Angleterre up. "So this one is Francey Pants, and this one is Iggy-"

"Um.... I don't think that's how you pick up children, America....." Canada whispers.

"Of course it is! The hero knows how to do everything!"

"Can you bake a pie?"

"No."

"Neither can I....."

The two look as if they are about to burst into a long and annoying song, but stop after seeing the look on poor Angleterre's face. His green eyes shine with tears and his face is scrunched up, his bushy eyebrows furrowed and his mouth downturned in a sad frown.

"Aww, Iggy, what's wrong?" America asks softly, his tone of voice changing as he puts him down and hugs him.

I catch a muffled "Daddy, I'm scared....." Between his sobs. America comforts him, and soon his sobs die down to quiet sniffles. America looks up apologetically at the angry country looming over him.
"Eh, sorry Germany! He gets a little scared sometimes." He grins widely, scooping England up into his arms and turning to face the other nations. Canada lifts me up too so I can see their faces.