Mexico's Adventures

World Meeting

"I get to go to the World Meeting?!" I asked, barely containing my excitement.

"Yes. You are a country, after all, Girasol." Arthur replied, smiling.

"Awesome!" I yelled, punching the air. "When is it?"

"Soon, so I would advise getting ready. Wear something appropriate for the event, okay? Like your uniform." Arthur replied.

"O-kay!" I said, saluting. I ran upstairs, and pulled on my uniform. "Arthurrrr! I'm ready!" I yelled, running down the stairs and crashing into the Brit.

"Alright, but next time can you not run into me?"

•••

"Alrighty! Are we ready to start? First things first!" Alfred said, smiling. "Me and Arthur want to give a big thanks to Girasol, for saving our asses!"

"Arthur and me!" Arthur cried from his seat.

"But anyways," Alfred said, rolling his eyes, "The Coral Sea, Australia's sis, helped us, but not Germany's brother!" Ludwig glared over at Australia, who flinched.

"I didn't know about this!" He shouted.

"So! Any ideas for Global Warming? I still think my superhero idea is the best!" Al said.

"What about cutting back on buildings and cars?" I suggested.

"Hmm... Nah. Lets go with my idea!"

•••

After the Meeting, Alfred, Matthew, France, and me went to McDonalds (Alfred's choice).

"So, Mattie, what're you gettin'?" Alfred asked his brother.

"Um... I..." Matthew was having trouble deciding.

"Just get the Big Mac! You'll love it!" Alfred yelled, making Matthew jump.

"Alfred, do we have to eat here? Couldn't we go to Bellacino's?" Arthur asked, staring in disgust at the menu.

"Yes... I do not want to get fat on... This stuff." Francis said, motioning to the menu.

"Aw, guys! You agreed we would let Al pick!" I said, shaking Arthur's shoulders.

"Er, I suppose I can eat this revolting food." Arthur muttered. "I'll get a salad. I suppose the frog is getting a salad, too."

"Yes, I am." Francis replied. Once ordering (and pulling Francis away from the "hot" cash register lady person), we went to go eat.

"Ah! Ghosts!" Alfred screeched, making all the people stare.

"Al, what are you talking about?" I asked, frowning.

"C-can't you feel it?" Alfred asked, shaking.

"Uh, no," I said, looking around. "I'm pretty sure there's no ghost."

"Uh, hi." I turned to see a girl with a huge coat on. She had silver hair, and icy blue eyes. "I'm Akim. Akim Barginsky."

All five of us gasped.