Never Take the Brown Bomber Jacket

My First and Probably Last World Meeting

It was silent for a moment while I let that sink in. “What?!” I finally exclaimed, my eyes wide. I swear, any more surprises and my eyes would pop out of their sockets.

            “You can’t be serious,” England deadpanned. “World meetings are your solution to everything. There has to be another way.”

            “Yeah, dude,” America pitched in. “You can’t resort to world meetings every time we need to make a decision.” That reminded me that America was actually smart, he just acted stupid so he wouldn’t be made to do so much work.

            “Vell, vhen you zink of a different vay, please enlighten me,” Germany retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

            “Wow, Ludwig,” I said, smirking. “You really are one sassy bastard.”

            He gave me a bored look. “Your personality is nothing like Italy’s, vich I guess isn’t a bad zing.”

            “Do I act like my mom, then?”

            “I don’t know,” Germany replied at the said time America said “Yes.”

            I nodded. “I thought I looked like my mom, though. I mean, the last time I saw her was like eight years ago, and she had hair and eyes like mine. Or would that be sixteen years ago? This aging thing is kinda confusing me.”

            “Zose questions vill be answered later,” Germany told me. “Right now, ve have a meeting to set up.”

            “No, we don’t,” England said, narrowing his eyes. “We should just settle this ourselves. It’s unnecessary to involve all the countries, and I doubt you want to put Italy on the spot like that and make him feel guilty.”

            “It vas his fault, zough!” Germany shouted. I smirked. GerIta. Seems to be one-sided, though… Poor Germany… “If he didn’t fall in love vith zat human woman, zen none of zis vould’ve happened!” Yup, one-sided GerIta, big time.

            As they began arguing, I frowned. Was I really that much of an issue? If I was, I wouldn’t mind having my memory erased if it meant that there was one less problem for the countries. But then again, there was Prussia to worry about… “I vote on having a world meeting,” I said loudly. All them of them stopped talking immediately and stared at me.

            “You don’t have a say in this,” England told me, frowning.

            “Dude, you don’t know what you’re getting into,” America said, also frowning.

            “Hey, this meeting is going to be about me, so I have as much say in this as you guys do,” I replied, staring both of them in the eye.

            Germany raised his eyebrows at me, looking impressed. “I agree. If she zinks zat ve should have zis meeting, zen ve shall. She has to attend, anyvay.”

            It took us a moment to process his words; his accent kind of got in the way. I smiled; proud of me for making such a mature decision, but America and England were still frowning. If they kept doing that, they were going to get frown lines or something.

            “Okay!” I said quickly before anyone could protest. “Then it’s settled! We are having a world meeting! My first one! Yay!”

            England and America sighed, giving in. “Okay.”

            “Glad zat ve all finally agreed on somezing,” Germany muttered, looking exasperated. “I’ll go make some calls, but be avare zat I’m planning on holding ze meeting in two days’ time.”