DC: "LONDON BRIDGE~!!!"

London: "Ack-!!! Oh, good lord above, what are you doing here screaming?!"

England: "London? Is there something wrong? Eh, if it isn't Washington DC. Where is your bothersome country now?"

DC had flown across the Atlantic Ocean with more energy than ever. She pumped out the entire trip happier than she's ever been. The American capital didn't know what to think anymore. Everything was just rushing through her head, full of excitement and happy tears. In fact, they were still streaming down her face in amidst her joy.

England: "...Washington DC...?"

London: "W-What? Color, you're crying, are you quite alright?"

DC: "I'm better than alright!!!"

London: "...Are we supposed to take that as depressed and delusional sarcasm again or are you high on something?"

DC: "No, seriously! Today is the best day of our lives! Well, one of them till the place opens again!!!"

England: "Is your infamous 'Mall of America' up and running again? I heard the ventilation got shot at one point in time."

DC: "No, no, no! Guys, don't you see!? It's open! World Summit is open! We can go back to Hetalia for tonight!"

London: "He...talia...?"

England: "World Summit...?"

London/England: "IT'S OPEN TONIGHT!?"

An unbelievably genuine smile spread from ear to ear on DC's face. London could've sworn that she hasn't seen that smile ever since her time with her before the American Revolution. In fact, if she remembers correctly, the last World Summit was before Revolution. Then there was one around a couple decades after. After that, there hadn't been one since. And that was in the 1700-1800's. 

DC: "You guys, make sure you take your...Irish, Scottish, and Welsh siblings."

England: "Hah, usually, I'd be annoyed but today. Today...!"

London: "It's open...it actually opened again. Wait..."

DC: "Huh?"

She already had her back turned ready to shoot herself from the Englishman's and woman's window to alert the rest of the world when her older sister, London, called back for her.

London: "How did you know Hetalia's open?"

DC just grinned. Taking out of the breast pocket of her bomber jacket, she pulled out a small pocket journal. On the current day, there was the invitation stuck in the pages. London and England stared down at the words, understanding automatically, even though they haven't read the language anywhere else forever. There it was, the invitation, written in fluent Hetalian.

London: "Hah, so everyone's going to the lia?"

The Englishwoman chuckled with tears, using the Hetalian word 'lia', which meant 'summit'. (Hetalian: 'Hetalia' -> 'heta' = 'world', 'lia' = 'summit'. Hetalia = World Summit). DC gives her a firm nod with pure determination to spread the word.

DC: "And I better hope that you guys will be spreading the word to the countries and capitals too! Oh! And remember!"

DC/London/England: "Don't let the citizens know..."

The American salutes then jet her way out. London, suddenly remembering something, ran to the window screaming;

London: "DON'T FORGET TO GET NORTH KOREA!!!"

DC nearly fell out of the sky at the mention of the country that wanted her and her country dead. 

DC: (But Hetalia's open! Today's the day where we're all friends! One day in ages where we get the throw away our country or capitals statuses and be friends! North Korea's no exception! He's...he's...well, he's been to Hetalia once. Well, when we were not enemies...I wonder if he'll even listen...)

London and England watched DC leave their window for a second. London then dashed for her broomstick and England rushed to put on his jacket.

London: "I'm going to inform the rest of UK!"

England: "And I'll take the coast countries of Europe!"

"We're going to spread this like wildfire!"

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Meanwhile, DC was figuring that America was taking care of alerting Canada and Ottawa. Then going down to Mexico and MC (Mexico City). Going down further to the Central American Countries, probably freaking the heck out of Cuba and Havana. Then after that, they'll be touching base with Brazil and there's goes all of South America. But DC was heading to three certain countries she wanted to invite personally.

Iraq and Baghdad, Syria and Damascus, North Korea and Pyongyang.

One thing about World Summit being open or being able to go back to Hetalia is that everyone could be friends for one day without having to hate, ignore, or go to war with for the sake of their people. Not that they particularly hate their people. In fact, they enjoy having them on their landform, indicating that they might start something interesting and new on it. Every country and capital were special. Individuals that made the world what it is now. Those countries and capitals were no exception.

DC: (Besides, it would be nice to be friends for one day not wanting to send terrorists, insults, or nukes. And...locking ourselves within barriers. And stereotyping people by nationality. Dang, I really hope they can come.)

The closest country, departing from the English landform, out of the three was Syria and Damascus. DC tied her bomber jacket around her waist and pushed harder with her wings, entering the Sahara Desert. She angled her wings to go a little higher, hoping that the hot air of the desert won't slow her down. Eventually, she was able to see their house.

DC: (They've been to Hetalia before. Well, that was before they bombed us. Urgh, what am I going to do to get them to come and be friends for a day...? Well, I have the invitation, let's see what this can do...)

Slowly, DC starts circling around their house before carefully landing on some upper floor balcony, kind of like the one back at her place. Stepping down from her perch, she nervously knocked on the balcony door, which she knew for a fact lead to their office. She heard people falling out of chairs and Arabic words being shot. Gruff footsteps stomped toward the door and yanking it wide open, was met face to fact with the capital of the country they bombed in 9/11.

Syria: "Y-You..."

DC: "H-Hey...Syria..."

Syria: "Hmph, what are you doing here? War invitation? You all have no mercy, don't you?"

DC: "W-Well, no, I'm not asking for war-"

Syria: "Then you want to negotiate? Washington DC, you know that we won't convert to your Christianity. We really wish you wouldn't force that on us, saying we're evil and sorts."

The American flinched at the way how he said that.

DC: (Not that he's wrong. He's not the only party that...did damage.)

DC: "No! That's not what I'm here for!"

Syria: "-Then leave, you scared the happiness out of this place. Get out before your presence causes chaos here."

DC: "No, wait, Syria! I-It's open! Hetalia's open!"

The Syrian man stopped in his place. Then slowly turned his head to glare at DC.

Syria: "...I don't like your American lies. Get out of this land, our land, you American."

DC: "Syria, I'm not lying! Look, here's the invitation! I've already covered the English landform to get all of Europe and down and America's working on...well, North and South America!"

Syria's eyes were glued warily at the invitation that DC raised above her head. Sure, yes, his current situation as a country and his capital Damascus was in had trouble about America for some reasons. Because of their citizens...refugee problem and most all wanting to leave, Syria and Damascus were internally conflicted about this and didn't really take Americans and Europeans lightly. But they were just very worried about their people. They were their people, not the Europeans...or the Americans.

And dang, don't get them started about the religious barriers because that seems to be the biggest punch in the gut.

Syria: "...If we wanted to go, I'd rather go with Iraq and Iran than with you. I don't...I don't trust you."

DC: "...Don't worry, we can pick them up on the way. I only went to you first because you were the closest one near me that I wanted to pick up personally."

Syria: "Personally? Personally??? I know there's something fishy about this, Washington DC. You cannot fool me!"

DC: "Hah, Syria, I'm not trying to fool anybody! I'm not trying to start a war with you! I'm not trying to criticize you! I'm not trying to force you all to convert to my religion!"

Syria: "THEN PROVE IT! CONVINCE ME!"

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A/N: "Warning, there will be religious conversations about stuff, so if you'll find this offensive, you are more than welcome to skip. I am sorry for the inconvenience. But I really feel like this should be out there."

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DC: "...Look, if I wanted you all to be Christian, forcing you would go against our Word. We should show...the Spirit of God within us through our actions, instead. Yes, there are a lot of us that force people, but it's not wise to stereotype either. Not all of your people are terrorists, Syria."

Syria: "...You acknowledged...that...here..."

DC: "A-And...yes, there are some cases where we've had war and...sometimes they were so successful. But now wouldn't exactly be the best time for war for either party would it? You're people...are kind of running away from...yeah, and mine...are kind of running away too...because of...yeah..."

Syria: "...I can understand what the 'yeah' meant when you mentioned my people. But I don't think you're people have any problems."

DC: "Oh, man, well, that ain't true. You see...um, North Korea...he's uh..."

Syria: "Still hung up over you, isn't he?"

DC: "...Well, that's one way to put it."

DC: (What the heck did he mean by 'hung up over'...'me'? Doesn't he mean, 'hung up over the war'?)

Damascus: "...Suria...?"

...Syria...?

Syria: "Ma Hwa, Damshq?"

What is it, Damascus?

Damascus: "...Limadha la Madhhab?"

...Why don't we go?

Syria: "Madha Taqul?!"

What are you saying!?

Damascus: "La 'Aetaqid 'Anaha Takdhb. In Takun 'Akthar Mazah...?"

I don't think she's lying. Wouldn't she be more joking...?

DC watched him and his capital discuss back and forth whether they should go or not. Apparently, DC could see that she moved Damascus' heart and she probably got her to remember what Hetalia was like. After a few extra words they passed (which made DC chuckle a little because she could interpret everything they said), Syria reluctantly turned back to DC.

Syria: "...We'll go."

DC: "...Really!?"

Syria: "I am only doing this because Damascus wants to! We remember the location of Hetalia so we don't need you to walk us there! We'll pick up Iran and Iraq by ourselves."

Damascus: "...Saeid Lirawyaik Maratan 'Ukhraa, Washintun Aleasimat."

...Glad to see you again, Washington DC.

DC: "Please...Faqat 'Atasil Bi 'Aliluna'."

Please...just call me 'Color'.

She turned her head, hearing a collective gasp sound from both Syria and Damascus as she made her way back out to the balcony edge. The two didn't expect the capital of one of the most powerful countries in the world to even bother using their language...and fluently too. DC swiftly settled herself onto the edge. Then pushing with all her might with her legs, she launches herself into the air, her dark brown to pure white wings, spreading across the land. She flips up and over their house, remembering to skip over Iran and Iraq for Syria and Damascus were going to take care of them and their capitals.

So...next up is going to be North Korea.

DC: (Oh, dang...I wonder if most of Asia got the memo...? I'm pretty sure they did if Europe did and that Iran and Iraq are about to...)

As she was stepping down her gliding angle, she saw South Korea talking with someone at the edge of North Korea's borders. Wondering what's going on, she tucked in her wings and dived toward South Korea, who noticed a few seconds later, which lead to him screaming and the man whom he was arguing with to run back inside.

DC: "South Korea! Bro! What's going on?!"

South Korea: "...Ugh...Huh? DC daze!"

DC: "The one and only! Now, what were you doing?"

South Korea: "...L-Listen, you may not approve about this, but...I seriously think we should invite North, too..."

DC: "Huh? Who said I'd not approve? Dude, I just got Syria, Iran, and Iraq. You should probably get on your way to China and the rest. They're all meeting up to get ready to go. I'll nick North, gotcha?"

South Korea: "...You really will?"

DC: "Yup, now get a move on or China will blow a gasket. That bro is an old man."

South Korea: "Yeah, but that's why he's so serious and sage, daze?"

DC: "Yeah, you got that one right. Okay, now split!"

Feeling hope in DC for some reason, South Korea gave her a small bow and then dashed away, to Seoul who was hiding behind a sign, formerly watching her country talk with a gatekeeper. DC always found it kind of amusing how Seoul's hair all swung to the side and tucked up like the single hair strand curl on South Korea's head. Seoul gave DC a small bow as well, as the two held hands and dashed off to meet up with China and the rest.

Now all she had to do was to get to North Korea and Pyongyang without starting a war.

That'll be interesting.