Chapt. 17 - A Sneaky Monarch

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"Alright then. So, vho vants to explain everything?" Germany asked. He looked around the room for volunteers. "Anybody?"

"Oh oh!! Pick me Vest (west), pick me!!" Prussia yelled, flailing his arms in all directions, trying to catch the attention of his younger brother. I notice how Germany tries so hard to ignore him, but he gave up. Germany sighed in defeat and said, "Fine, Prussia. America, mein bruder vill be explaining, if that's alright."

"It's fine!" I laughed. Why does he care anyways?

"Okay! Hear the awesome me explain this totally freaky story that happened vhen jou left America!" Prussia practically yelled. "Yeah, yeah, just get on with it." I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Alright so this is how it vent."

{HOURS AGO}
{THIRD PERSON POV}

"JOU GOOD FOR NOTHING IDIOT!! I DON'T CARE ABOUT JOUR LITTLE VALK!! JUST GET BACK HERE NOW!!" Germany yelled. Japan and Italy, who were near him, were very startled by the suddenly angered German. From the other end, you can here a faint 'no,' followed by the call ending.

"AMERICA?! AMERICA?!" Germany looked down at his cell and threw it angerly across the table. "That stupid child!!"

"Well, what do you expect from that wanker? He's probably making excuses to escape the meeting. He's probably stuffing his face somewhere!" England laughed, a few countries joining him. "Uhm. . . Isn't that a bit cruel?" Finland squeaked. "Vell it's zhe truth!" France smirked. China and Cuba nodding beside him. "I have to agree with my comrades. He certainly is a pig." Russia giggled childishy.

The rest of the allies continued their conversation, many other countries joining in. A few countries and non-countries like Ukraine, the baltics, the Micronations, Switzerland, Liechenstein, Japan, Italy, and Canada were having their own conversation near the end of the table.

"Why are they being so mean to Mr. America?" Sealand whimpered. The older nations look at Sealand and the rest of the micronations in pity. "That's how it is in these meetings. The countries you see over there like to target Mr. America. It is very sad." Lithuania whispered in a pitiful tone. The others nod in agreement.

Canada silently listens to the insults and taunts from the other countries. It pains him, hearing words like that about his own brother. He finally understood why he needed that journal. He still drew and wrote about Canada in there, though. But why should he blame him? He's also part of the teasing. He didn't even know he caused an impact on him. He hates him now, at least that's what Canada thought.

"Did I miss something?"

The talking slowly died down, until it was pure silence. Every nation, including Canada, turned to look at the door.

It was America, but he didn't look right. He stood in a much straighter posture, his attire was a plain, blue suit, and he had a spade on his chest, not the usual star of his jacket. In his right hand was a small antique pocket watch, something none of the countries have seen him holding before.

"I said, did I miss something?" America hissed. His eyes were sharp and piercing, as he scanned the Meeting Hall. "Tch, I hate repeating myself. Especially in the mood I'm in. Now, why don't we resume this meeting?" America suggested, his hard glare never leaving.

"VHERE HAVE JOU BEEN!?" A booming voice yells. The countries all clap their hands on their ears. The floor shook slightly from the impact, but America remains unaffected.

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