(Y/N) looked into her bag to make sure she had everything. As a new country, she had to make sure she wouldn't mess up in front of the other countries.

After a few minute search, (Y/N) sighed in relief. Got everything, she thought.

She looked up at the front of the building she was in. It was the World Conference building, the special large building specialized for the representatives - or basically, the personifications - of the countries. It was where the countries met during certain moments of crisis to discuss the problems met at hand, as well as finding solutions to eliminating the problems. However, the building has a reputation of being the centerplace for the countries goofing around.

Well, whether or not she came for being serious or goofy, (Y/N) was determined and optimisitc to be a good country. She took a deep breath, then walked into the World Conference building. 

After several minutes of walking, (Y/N) found the room where everyone would be meeting. She heard faint voices coming from it as she approached it.

"--global warming is still a problem-"

Close to the entrance door, (Y/N) nervously peered into the room. Inside, there was a circular table-like thing, similar to the ones in court, with people - or more precisly, countries - sitting around it. There was a colorful array of personalities, for while some looked laid-back and cheerful, others seemed grumpy or anxious. Seeing that everyone was already seated, (Y/N) sweared nervously.

One of the countries, a blond man, seemed to notice (Y/N) and eyed her intimidatingly.

"Hey, you! State your name!"

Frightened, (Y/N) jumped and quickly responded. "(C-country name), sir!"

"I never heard of such a country-" a country said from across the room.

"I'm new!" (Y/N) said.

"Hm, well is that so." The blonde pondered for a moment, then eyed the new country again.

"(Country name), try sitting with-"

"Hey, hey, Germany, look at this!" a loud voice suddenly interrupted the blonde country.

"What?! I'm trying to seat this girl first!" Germany glared at the megane Westerner.

"No, seriously, there's something outside the window!"

A startled murmur broke out among the countries. A few went to go investigate the matter, but many stayed in their seat. 

"Oh, good lord, what is that?!" one of the investigating countries yelped. 

Now most of the countries became worried. More rushed towards the windows, squinting through the windows to look at the uninvited phenomenon.

"Is that what I think it is, aru?" 

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to do. She wanted to look through the window as well, but she was afraid Germany would yell at her.

An auburn-haired country suddenly rushed towards Germany, crying. 

"Germany, Germany! We need to go, now!"

"What is it, Italy? Is it something serious, or is it something about your pasta?"

"It's something serious! The fangirls are attacking! They're going to kill us!"

Bonus

"Fangirls, go away! Stop bothering us!" (Y/N) tried to shoo away the massive crowd of fangirls, but they wouldn't budge.

"No way!"

"I'm coming in!"

"I want to marry England!"

"I'm not giving up on making my GerIta canon!!"

(Y/N) breathed frustratedly.

"Fine, you asked for it!"

(Y/N) took out a crate from one of the World Conference rooms, then stumbled outside with it. The fangirls were rapidly advancing, making the task much harder.

"Let us through!"

"Hey, is that pasta in there?!"

"NE NE PAPA, GET OUT OF OUR WAY"

(Y/N) ripped open the crate in front of her, and what poured out was a giant blur of black and yellow.

When the fangirls realized what was coming towards them, they shrieked in horror.

"Oh gOD IT'S BEES! IT'S BEES! EVERYONE GET OUT OH GOD IT'S ALL BEES JESUS CHRI-"