London: "That's what happened?!"

DC: "Yeah...it was pretty dang hectic, you should've seen it."

It's 9:50 AM, ten minutes before the Capital Conference and three capitals were already gathered there early; DC, London, and Paris. DC told them about what happened last week.

London: "...I don't think I should've. But, my, who would've thought you'd see your country again so soon..."

DC: "...What do you mean by that?"

London: "I think I make myself quite obvious to point out the fact that it throws the schedule we made the last meeting off. This sudden meet-up became common knowledge because Manila was involved..."

DC: "Geez, did he? Well, can't stop the hyper, little cup of ice cream. He doesn't get many chances to leave his landform. Not that Pearly's place is like NK's."

London: "Thankfully, I suppose. Say, out of curiosity...what were the twins like?"

DC: "Hm, America and Canada? They were really nice, we went to Starbucks."

London: "...That's all?"

DC: "Yeah, a lot of other things went down, but it's all cleared up now."

London: "Is that so..."

DC: "...."

London: "Well, there will be a meeting in a few minutes. We're going to be discussing our situation from there."

DC: "Gotcha."

Capitals filed in one by one, pretty soon the entire boarding room was filled with anticipating people. Everyone addressed their first issues about their economy and world problems. Many had started to ask about what happened to Ottawa and DC. She started explaining what she and Ottawa went through.

DC: "...And I just wanna say, sorry, because it was my fault. I honestly didn't think I'd see my country when bringing...Ottawa over."

Ottawa: (She...remembered my name...)

DC: "Anyways, I'm gonna be a serious, little color and address about the whole I-broke-the-sent-schedule thing."

Berlin: "I brought the schedule."

DC: "Thanks a bunch, Berlin. Okay, looking at this, I technically pulled myself from in between London and Paris' time spots."

Manila: "I was there too!"

Tokyo: "No way, did Philippines come to the Ottawan landform?"

Ottawa: "No, she didn't but Manila was visiting and we just happened to run into him."

Tokyo: "Oh, I was going to say. Sigh, I wish that she could leave."

Berlin: "Ahem, as DC was saying..."

DC: "Yeah, yeah, moving on, since I went before London and she and Paris are right next to each other...I was thinking...to get the time spots back in order..."

London: "You aren't thinking about sending both me and Paris to our countries together!?"

DC: "Think about it! The French and English landforms are like right next to each other! Plus, I've heard from America that the two are actually pretty close."

London: "You're serious?! They get along?"

DC: "...Canada said 'in a way'..."

Paris: "That's enough reassurance for me~."

Beijing: "I can't believe I am saying this, but I think London should go with, well, someone! After what happened to Moscow and Ottawa, I think it's only natural!"

London: "M-My country isn't that dangerous-!"

Paris: "I am more than willing to go with Le Pont de Londres~."

London: "I-I don't think that's-"

DC: "London, you gotta bad eye, you might need someone to guide you around."

The American capital points out, jutting a pencil in London's general direction. What she was talking about was London's left eye, which represents the Big Ben. No one apparently knows why, but someone had mentioned that there was something special about her eye, since she was also related to magic. It was also a subject that London was touchy on, so she avoids it.

London: "Why do I need someone to guide me around my own country!?"

DC: "You only know your way around the Londoner landform. I remember you saying about being able to go around the place by heart."

London: "I-I have been to other parts of the country!"

Paris: "Oh-ho, have you~?"

DC: "C'mon! If you don't it throws the entire schedule off!"

London: "...well...if you put it that way..."

Moscow: "Go with Paris, London."

London: "...!"

Moscow: "You won't last long by yourself. Trust me when I say this."

The Russian capital spoke firmly with a small smile on her face, per usual. But despite the petite grin, London could feel a dark and demanding vibe coming off of her.

London: (B-But my country isn't a frozen wasteland...)

DC: "Yeah! Yeah! Please, London, please~?"

London: "Why are you so eager about this?"

DC: "Hehe...reasons~."

Ottawa: "Haha..."

London: "Well, I suppose...if...Color is asking..."

Beijing: "'Color'?"

Berlin: "Color? Who's Color?"

Rome: "Ve~, it sounds like a pretty name~."

Ottawa: "Wow..."

Paris: "Oh-hon~."

London: "Shut it, frog."

Paris: "Whatever you say, Londres~."

DC: "Haha...looks like we'll have extras..."

DC pulled out her cell phone and dialed a call while the boardroom flew into its usual chaos.

[America] "They ready?"

DC: "Yup, better hold your station, it's about to start."

~~~

London Bridge...

Paris: "What a romantic place to meet up."

London: "DC set it with her country and he told ours. It wasn't our choice in the matter."

Paris: "Tell me, what part of your body does this represent~?"

London: "I-I rather not say!"

(ring-ring...ring-ring-)

London: "Oh, that's mine. Hello?"

[???]: "Oh, heck, is this even-? Ack, get off-! No...you...hey-!"

London: "...???"

Paris: "Is something wrong, Londres?"

London: "...I don't know who's calling. I don't recognize the number..."

[???]: "You...don't...what...look...like...know...face...!?"

London: "...Something about not knowing what a face looks like, I suppose."

Paris: "Oh, could it perhaps be a fan?"

London: "Don't joke about it. Oh, the call exited."

At Pont des Arts...

England: "I think this is the wrong place. I was able to pick up a line, but I didn't hear anything."

France: "That's unfortunate, Angleterre."

England: "......"

The Englishman and Frenchman had arrived at Pont des Arts (which I think is suppose to translate to 'Bridge of Art', I don't know for certain, but I know that 'pont' means bridge...I think...). America had pulled them after their G8 meeting (typical global warming, they only a handful of countries know about the capitals) and told them about DC's idea.

'Meet them at their bridge.'

That was the slip that America gave them after such a vague explanation. England and France could easily see that the slip was not in the American's handwriting. Which was something the two European countries were still confused about. But deciding that this was all a farce, the Frenchman disregards the thought.

France: "Well, I was always thinking that was a lie. He's probably laughing his head off right now."

England: "...I bet so too..."

France: "Hm, from what it looks like, you seemed to have believed it."

England: "I-I did not think such a thing...!"

France: "Yes, yes, sure you were. To be honest, I would've wanted to meet this Londres~."

England: "What about you? Wouldn't you want to see Paris?"

France: "If she was real, I'd definitely keep her. At least she'll stay alive with me."

He taps his chin thoughtfully. Though, genuinely, he's morbidly curious and was quite disappointed himself.

England: "What do you mean by that, frog?"

France: "Hmph, if you didn't call me 'frog', perhaps I could've told you, but non."

England: "Urgh..."

France: "...Do you want to go back?"

England: "Hah, I suppose so. It's getting dark, though. It'll be late when we get back."

He can see that England was very disappointed. Apparently, he really wanted to meet this London capital. Personally, France wanted to talk to London about his capital. So he can understand and decides to help him out, or something along those lines.

France: "...Very well, I'll come with you."

England: "You don't need to-!"

France: "As you've said, it'll be dark when you get back and if you fall, you can't get back up~."

England: "...quit talking to me like I'm an old man."

France: "Well, you don't look a day after 700, even though, you're probably older than me."

England: "Hah, I don't know."

The two set up to the airport and get ready to fly back to the English landform. While they wait for the plane, England and France clutch the small lock they carried deep in their pocket. 

.....

America: "Color, they're heading your direction."

[DC]: "Yeah, Paris and London went to book the appointed hotel room. You get the room key for-?"

America: "Yeah, England and France have it. It's in their luggage."

[DC]: "Good, time to bring this world to life...!"