8:00 PM - World Summit, Hetalia, World: 4 Hours Until Hetalia Closes

Embarrassingly enough, they had spent nearly a half an hour sorting things out at the coastline and having that little confession at the arch. Then took the other half an hour to get everyone sorted out and set up stuff around the edge of the World Summit. After that all took place, and the night was all around them, everyone sat around the World Summit's tree.

Yes.

That tree.

The one we mentioned earlier.

Go back a couple updates. We really don't wanna give a fuller explanation.

Anyways, everyone sat around the tree, near family members, friends, enemies they're planning to become friends here, and friends from former World Summits. Some expected groupings were the entire FACE family and their capitals. DC was on the far end of that group, sitting next to the border of the Asians, which meant she sat next to North Korea and Pyongyang. To her left was America, who sat next to England and his capital. Somewhere else in the circle was the Baltics, along with Russia's sisters. Russia, himself, had stood up and moved behind DC, who hugged her from behind.

Over next to the FACE family was the BTT, with Ramina and Romano sandwiched in between Spain and Madrid and Hohen and Prussia. Who, on one end, had Germany, Italy with Itamuney sitting in between her parents. Everyone kinda sat around, not exactly with their families. And if they were apart from their families, they sat with them. 

DC: "Hey, bro, you gonna say something to the world while we sitting?"

America: "Nah, let everyone talk with each other more. Some are walking around, too."

Syria: "You American."

America: "Huh? Why the diversity, man?"

Syria: "Why did you not come with your sister to visit?"

America: "My sis-? Oh, I was picking up the guys from the Americas. Did ya want me to see you guys?"

Syria: "Would have been useful for you to see our circumstances at our home."

America: "...Hey, dudette, did you see the situation back at Syria's place?"

DC: "Hm? Mm, yeah, terrorists are crawling all over the place. Most are trying to get to Egypt's place and getting up past Germany's."

America: "...Didn't Germany's boss close route?"

Syria: "It was most unfortunate."

America: "Dude, I bet Germany would've wanted to help if you stated your case."

Syria: "Would not have been possible if his boss does not will it."

America: "...That's still going on, huh?"

Syria: "I commend your efforts in helping us out again. May it be a few centuries ago, it had done wonderous results to our population."

America: "Glad to hear that a fellow country isn't gonna be wiped off the face of the world."

Syria: "I am...glad that someone besides our family circle cares."

America: "Nice~!"

Syria: "Though one would be stricken curious about how you convinced your leader in helping the likes of us."

America: "Yeah...one WOULD be curious."

Pyongyang: "I wouldn't have believed that you would've invited us."

DC: "Yeah, for all anyone would have known, we politically hate each other."

Pyongyang: "...Haha, with the passion of a million burning suns."

DC: "How're you guys, anyway?"

Pyongyang: "We're economically getting better. You shouldn't need to worry."

DC: "I knew that, well, I guess I should be saying that I knew you guys better be economically getting better. I was talking about emotionally. Your guy's standpoint."

Pyongyang: "Mm...well, I wish we were better. I wish we could open up to China and Beijing..."

DC: "Well, maybe you can't open up to them POLITICALLY. But you can open up to them NOW."

The arm that she had resting on her propped up knee, raised up to point at the Chinese pair that was talking to Russia and Mongolia. North Korea, who was listening to the two's conversation, went over and tapped China on the shoulder.

China: "Aiya-!"

North Korea: "...Aniki."

China: "Huh? North Korea? Pyongyang?"

Beijing: "We haven't stopped and talked like family in a while, aru!"

Pyongyang: "Beijing..."

China: "How has the sun been setting on you?"

North Korea: "...It's been rising higher."

Hungary: "Hey, Itamuney~! Ita, Ita, Kislany~!"

(Kislany = little girl)

Itamuney: "...Huh?"

Italy: "Bambino, can you say your 'hello' to Hungary?"

Itamuney: "My...guciao?"

(Guciao = Hello/Hi or in normal Itamunian context; 'Good Welcome')

Hungary: "Huh? Did she...?"

Germany: "Yes, her language is fused."

Hungary: "Oh my~! That is so cute! What does she call you two?"

Germany: "Well, she does call me 'Vatti' and Italy 'Mama', though in her language while communicating, she might say 'Vutapa' and 'Mutama', instead."

Hungary: "Wow~!"

Austria: "...Don't tell me that makes us grandparents, does it?"

Italy: "Would you like her to say grandfather and grandmother in her language...?"

Austria: "No, I'm old, but I don't want that on my face."

Hungary: "Haha, she can call me auntie! Can you say 'auntie'?"

Itamuney: "Aun...?"

Italy: "What do you call Ramina and Hohen in your language?"

Itamuney: "My...lang...ah. Tanazita?"

Hungary: "Aw~!"

As everyone started easing back into the feel of the World Summit, in the midst of their conversation, America hollered out.

(all): *conversing-*

America: "Oh~!"

(all): *getting quiet, turns toward America*

America: "Hey, hey, daddy, can I have some coke, please?"

DC: "Hey, hey, mama! Hey, hey, mama!"

Italy: "You know that Boroneeze I ate so long ago~?"

Rome: "Well, I can't get erase the flavor away from my head!"

Germany: "Draw a circle-"

Berlin: "There is the Earth."

Prussia: "Draw a circle!"

Hohen: "There is the Earth!"

Canada: "Draw a circle..."

Ottawa: "...There is the Earth."

(all): "WE ARE HETALIA~!"

Everyone had launched into one of the first songs ever sung in World Summit that Italy started singing to get everyone to stop arguing. America just had decided to start it this time. They went through the verses, everyone patching in their own little part of their version. They started singing the Hetalian Jet and off the courtesy of the Americans and the North Koreans leading everyone to Hetalia, they sang Hattafute Parade. 

(all): "...HETALIA~!"

Just finishing the last lines of the ending verse, everyone wasn't sitting down in a circle anymore, around the tree. They were all dancing around either like their head was like DC's in 1812 or like America said, like they just got outta one of the French guillotines. Soon everyone had started a little singing show. All of the smaller and younger countries sat down and watched the older and taller ones.

America: "...Let's go to Hamburger Street~!"

England: "...All those I hate, a curse is sent your way..."

Prussia: "To the East! To the West! I'll keep running!"

China: "...Proudly, like a dragon, it flutters, resting on crimson..."

Japan: "In the white sea, red burns. Round planets float up like solitary islands..."

Italy: "...Even when I was your prisoner, you gave me food~!"

Itamuney: "Huh...?"

Germany: "Italy-!!!"

Character song, after character song was sung under the moon with voices able to shatter diamonds and soothe souls that were once dead inside. Finally, Russia stepped up and everyone whooped for his arrival. Smiling, he raised his hands and sang 18 minutes (well, 17:58, give or take) of White Flame.

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Food was now on hands and so was alcohol. Even though everyone was way, WAY above the required age of any country to drink, the smaller, more innocent ones were being desperately protected. Once Germany saw the first sip is taken, Itamuney never left his shoulders. He had been feeding her bites of wurst, Italy feeding spools of tomato-soaked spaghetti pasta. 

Itamuney: "Dakanza, Vatti."

(Dakanza = Thank You/Thanks)

Germany: "Bitte Schon, Fraulein."

(Bitte Schon, Fraulein = You're/You Are Welcome, Young Girl)

Italy: "Aw~! Bambino, open up~?"

Itamuney: "Ah~"

The singing had died down but didn't stop. At one point in time, the BTT, especially Prussia had gotten drunk during the singing session and was jamming out on the electric guitar. Magic. That was it. No plugin speakers or anything (because there's no electricity in Hetalia).

Germany: "Brother, I swear if you swing that beer glass up near my daughter again...!"

Prussia: "Lighten up, bro~! Oh, I have a little something for the Fraulein~!"

Itamuney: "Me?"

The Prussian man slightly staggers over to Germany pulling something out of his uniform's breast pocket. It was a small, velvet blue box. Germany took the box and opened it as Itamuney inclined her head down to see what was inside. It was the Prussian cross. Or at least that's what Germany thought for a few seconds until he realized that the colors were reversed. The silver chain was a little long, but he knew she would grow into it. Reaching to were Itamuney was perching her chin on his head, he carefully fastened the chain around her small neck. She was now captivated by the shiny, new necklace.

Itamuney: "Dakanza, Onkel!"

(Onkel = Uncle)

Prussia: "No problem, Fraulein~!"

Ukraine: "Ah, I can't wait until you 2 have children."

Russia/DC: "What-?"

Moscow: "...Well~"

Belarus: "...urgh."

Russia: "Sister?"

Belarus: "...you better not hurt Big Brother, or America will be missing his capital for a long time and Big Brother will be sad..."

DC: "Y-Yeah...I get ya..."

America: "Hey, Pearly and Manila!"

Philippines: "Kamusta, Tatay!"

(Kamusta, Tatay = Hello, Father/Dad)

Manila: "What is going on for all of you?"

America: "Nothing much. Hey, when's the last time you've seen England and London?"

Philippines: "Me?"

America: "Yeah, have you?"

Philippines: "Well, Hindi, we have not."

(Hindi = no)

America: "Thought so. England wasn't so believing about you being my daughter."

Germany: "Huh-?"

America: "Oh, Germany, dude! How's the little European flower? Bet she's not as great as my pearl!"

Philippines: "Tatay!"

Germany: "Well, that's an interesting claim."

Itamuney: "Vatti?"

Italy: "U-Um, we don't need to have a battle over this...Germany?"

Germany/America: "..."

America: "Meh, whatever, she's still the best, to me."

Germany: "To you. I prize over with my daughter and family."

Philippines: "But it's kind of embarrassing...I'm still short..."

America: "Well, that means I can carry you easily!"

Germany: "Ja, you're still shorter than Japan, aren't you?"

Philippines: "Y-Yeah...I am."

Itamuney: "Flowers..."

Philippines: "Hm? My flower crown?"

America: "Oh, yeah! I haven't seen those flowers before. What are they?"

Germany/Italy: "..."

Germany: "...Where have I seen those flowers before?"

The petite, tanned, black-haired Filippino had a neat flower crown circling her head. The usual daisies that used to make up her crown were replaced by a new flower. They looked like daisies, just slightly bigger, with red bleeding onto the white petals' from the dark center. They smelled unnaturally appealing like someone had sprayed perfume on it. 

Italy: "Huh...aren't these flowers found in Bambino's landform?"

Germany: "Are these your national flowers, Fraulein?"

Itamuney: "Jasive."

(Jasive/Sive = Yes/Okay/Agreed etc.)

Italy: "Really~? What are they called?"

Itamuney: "...They are revians. I call them revians."

Germany: "...Revians..."

Italy: "Cool name~! Is there any reason behind it?"

Itamuney: "My lang. Forever."

Italy: "...Huh,~?"

Germany: "Where do these grow?"

Itamuney: "The...middle landform..."

Italy: "Oh, right~. She doesn't have a capital, yet."

America: "Her landform's kinda big for a micronation."

Germany: "Oh, Ja...I forgot that she's clarified as such...not many have recognized her as a country..."

America: "Huh, I wonder if she sprouts a couple feet once that recognition starts and she gets some real power."

Italy: "Oh~!"

Germany: "A couple feet...?!"

France: "Ho~, you'd be surprised."

Germany: "...France."

France: "Once Angleterre left Amerique alone for a night at his home manor and the next day he went from looking like a little toddler to a college student~"

Germany: "Really!?"

Italy: "Germany, be careful, Ita is still on your head."

Itamuney: "W-Whoa...Vatti, Vatti...?"

Germany: "Ah, sorry, Fraulein..."

This part lasted for a long time. Everyone was having the time of their lives and enjoying each other's company. It surprised some to see some who they haven't talked to in awhile due to political standpoints and past battles and upsets. 

(Watch for references, this is roughly in the fairly 2500's)

America: "Hey, dude, thanks a bunch for clearing our debt. Even though I bet it's building as we speak."

Russia: "I am just happy to see Sunflower happy. I am also glad that we can get along."

England: "Y-You're...you're Philippines? America really had..."

France: "He adopted her, Angleterre."

Philippines: "Kamusta, Uncle England, Ang Pangalan Ko Ay Pilipinas!"

(Ang Pangalan Ko Ay Pilipinas: My name is Philippines)

(...please don't make fun of her language, I don't even know, I'm using Google Translate, please don't kill me, I'm not Kitari...)

England: "What...?"

Canada: "Aw, that's nice."

DC: "Hey, watch this...ahem. Pardon me, are you Miss Amsterdam, ma'am?"

Amsterdam: "Huh?"

DC: "Heyo, 'Burr'!"

Amsterdam: "Hah, Welkom Terug, 'Hamilton'."

Madrid: "Anyone wanna raise one for the Revolution~?"

Hohen/Paris: "Oh, yes~!"

Belgium: "Rwanda? Are you quite alright? I heard Paris sent down her army to help...with...oh, I hope what I heard wasn't true..."

Rwanda: "Ah, Miss Belgium...! It's alright, I am...recovering...I am glad everyone tried to help..."

DC: "Dang, sorry we couldn't pitch in. You did seem really steamed about that in 1994. Man, did they work fast..."

Paris: "...No kidding. Everyone just escaped to various landforms when we came. Even the ones we tried to save..."

South Korea: "Brother~!"

Seoul: "Big Sister~!"

North Korea/Pyongyang: "Ack-!"

China: "Aiya, you all are such children, aru."

Beijing: "I think we should let them be, aru. They haven't been together as a family ever since the 1940's, right?"

Hong Kong: "The South Koreans are definitely taking advantage of the moment."

VC: "Not that you didn't cry your eyes out when you saw China and heard about Hetalia being open."

Hong Kong: "Hey! You cried, too!"

DC: "Hey, MC! Hey, Havana!"

Mexico: "Oh, Washington, didn't think you'd talk to us."

DC: "You still call me that? America came, too."

Mexico: "...USA..."

America: "Haha...hey, dudette..."

Cuba: "...Well. This got stuffy fast. Hey, DC, I got something for you Americans."

DC: "Hm?"

Havana: "Here, we made it ourselves."

America/DC: "ICE CREAM~!"

Mexico: "Watch them light up like children. You wouldn't believe that they're really what they are."

VC: "Let them enjoy it while they can."

Havana/Cuba: "No kidding."

And thus everyone talked, sang randomly, ate, drank, protected each other from drunken, wrestled a couple times in all different forms, laughed, scolded...cried. All through the night.

Until...

DC: "Hm...?"

America: "Huh? Did ya hear something? Your ears...pricked..."

The glowing hands on DC and America's watches were inching near the number 12.

America/DC: "EVERYONE WE GOTTA GO!!!"

"IT'S MIDNIGHT RUN!!!"

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A/N: "Aaaaand~ we finally get to this part! Sorry, we wanted to discuss so much more in this update, maybe span it to a couple more, maybe, but we couldn't think of much to put down. We feel like we got real touchy with talking about North Korea and all. We just think the whole world doesn't need to be enemies all at once. Ah, I guess we shouldn't say all that now. Time for the Midnight Run! My faaaaaavorite part~!"

(my 2 other sisters): "...of course it's your favorite."

Kitari: "She IS the one who we based this off of."

Kyra: "And the one who got us a whopping debt and broken car because of it..."