From the diary of Griselda Vargas-Beilschmidt

31

Me before: I hope the meeting is not too short

Me now: *distant laughter*

I've got to admit the place of the meeting is really...stunning? I admire it as me, Fa-Andrias and Gabe, whom we hold in between us, rise up in the elevator with a glass side, having a perfect view of the city. I imagine I could just jump and I'm grow wings and could soar in the heights forever, like million times before.

Well, actually, it's kinda cloudy, so maybe next time.

"WHERE'S MY SON!? WHERE?!" I hear Uncle Romano yelling in the distance, and I can imagine Uncle Spain is -not very effectively- trying to hold him down and getting kicked. Papa is making this sad whine and Vati is holding him.

"Feliciano please calm down.."

And- wait are that gunshots I hear?!? And-

Oh shit.

The finnish battle cry.

Faroe looks at me and I look at him. "It's worse than I thought."

"Ciao, Papa!" I say getting out, holding Gabe who now is fully in his dreamland, apparently having another dance number as his legs are moving a bit and he unconciously (looong word) smiles out of his slumber.

Papa rushes to hug me immedietally, but is pushed back by his fratello.

"MOVE!" I swear if it hadn't been Papa he'd add "BITCH!"

In a flash, Gabe is endeloped in an awkward hug, much like the one at the hospital.

"DON'T YOU DO THIS TO ME EVER AGAIN!" Uncle yells at him, not noticing his.. *cough* absence of conciousness, as he's lecturing him.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!"

And finally the older Italian notices Gabriel's closed eyes and dreamy smile.

"Nope," I answer for him, being in a almost bone-crushing hug myself.

"Said something about siesta time and passed out," Andrias supplies.

"It's siesta time already?!"

"Uncle NO."

"Missed me?" Far-verdammt,- ANDRIAS asks his older brother with a playful smile. Norway grabs him by his collar and pulls him close, but not in a friendly way.

"My children better be fed and cared for, because if not.." he whispers in a tone I'd never hear him use before. It's rather terrifying. The other nation struggles in his grip.

"Of course they are! Who do you take me for?! I'm the best uncle ever!"

At that Romano, Spain, USA and Denmark look up. (Prussia would too if he was here.)

And that was the moment he knew.

He messed up badly.

His look was that of a pure regret.

Finland kept on screeching for his kids through it all as Andrias joined him for a different reason.

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Andrias...survived, let's say. He's currently holding a pack of frozen vegetables on his eye, buuuut...it could've been worse...

Finland is still rioting, Sweden is laying on his side in a corner, hugging his knees, while others are yelling at him to calm the Finn down, which is something only his children are able to do, really. Estonia got a black eye from trying to do that, so no one wants to risk it. The host called Ash's phone and asked her to send Finny's children next, so they should be here any minute.

The elevator dings and finally our misery comes to an end when tired-of-this-shit- looking Anni, cheerful Sealand and Ladonia, chewing on a french fry, step out.

You wouldn't believe the change, you wouldn't. Finland turns from a savage beast to a pampering mommy in less than 0.0001 seconds. How the hell?!?

"Honey, are you hungry? Cold? Do you need anything?" Sealand happily jumps into his arms, while Ladonia walks over to Sweden.

"Can we go home? Can we please go home already?" he asks repeatedly, tugging on his coat. His dad grumbles something. Anni just sighs. And then smiles. A tiny bit.

Everyone already gave up on trying to debate (read: riot about) anything.

Some time later we're joined by George, Greenland and the Norwegian twins. While France scolds George over getting grass stains on his pants ("It's just grass!" "Mon dieu, that pants were expensive!" "Well, I didn't ask for them! You basically ordered me to wear them at the meeting!" "Only because I knew you would wear something very unstylish if I didn't!" "Fucking hell!"), Norway surveys the healthiness of his twins.

"See?" Faroe says "Totally happy. Told you."

"Hm," he hums. Ingrid squirms in her father's hold.

"DAAAAAD! Dad this is embarrasing!" I can even see a hint of colour in her usually very pale face.

"Lars isn't complaining."

"Lars wouldn't be complaining even if you ran over him with a car!" Lars' eyes widen, but honestly, she's not wrong.

Before Norway ends his survey, all of his three younger brothers disappear together somewhere.

"What did you eat?"

"Anni's food." And at that he decides they're fine.

"Anything else?"

They stay silent. Nordics don't usually complain. Because they lived through way worse times than this. I mean, all of the nations did. But especially them. Vikings wouldn't complain about bad food, they'd be glad to have food at all.

"Well then." And he kind of hugs them - they stay at both his sides and he throws an arm over each.

"GROUP HUG!" Denmark shouts and tackles the norwegians to the floor. Norway grabs his tie and starts strangling him.

The host with her cousin and my Uncle arrive as the last ones. Ash looks displeased and disgruntled and is holding a tissue in her hair. Fred is just grinning widely and chuckling, while Uncle Prussia is full-on laughing, with Gilbird nested in Fred's hood.

"GILBIRD FUCKING POOPED ON ME!" she explains with a shout.

"AND I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!" yells Fred right after.

Ah yes.

Chaos with prussian awesomeness.