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    It was a World Meeting, a rare type to be exact. Normally, the 1p and 2p nations would be divided into their own meetings at different times, though in the same building. This time however, they were in the same meeting, all together. 1p and 2p sat side-by-side as they went over news between the nations and their counterparts. They aren't fighting each other, for now at least. Tension was overwhelming those like Italy, Finland, and the Baltics. The 1p personifications all felt uneasy around their 2p's, so it was to be expected. Others like Germany and Romano felt annoyed by theirs.
    Anyway, it was nearing the time where all hell would break loose. The final straw finally snapped when counterparts started arguing with each other. It quickly escalated to what it usually is at any other World Meeting, but with violence because of the 2p's. Today, the Canada's and Cuba's were sitting next to each other, so the 2p personifications of them were sitting beside each other.
    Matt looked over at his Cuban boyfriend, Lucio. He noticed said guy was reading a book. His 1p counterpart was standing behind his own 1p, Matthew, just chatting. Matt nudged Lucio, gaining his attention. Lucio looked up at him. "Um..what?" he responded. Matt looked around the room, then back at him.
    "This meeting is in total chaos. We've already had ourselves caught up, so why don't we leave and spend some time together, eh? Just the two of us. No one will notice we're gone," Matt spoke lowly in his ear. Lucio nodded and gathered his stuff.
    Matt nudged his counterpart, who looked over at him. "Hm? What is it, Matt?" Matthew asked.
    "Lucio and I will be leaving the meeting early since obviously nobody can handle it anymore. Make sure no one notices we're gone, eh," he told him.
    "Oh, okay. I'll see you later then." Matt picked up his hockey stick and got up, heading for the exit with his boyfriend close behind.
    They were currently settled down in loveseat in Matt's hotel room. The meeting was held in Berlin, so he had to take a plane. Lucio grew tired and started leaning on the Canadian beside him. Matt looked down at his drooping eyes and shifted over a bit. He was now facing the thinner male. Lucio looked at him in confusion. "What are you...doing?" he asked, yawning.
    Matt mumbled something under his breath before replying, "You're tired, eh? C'mere." He proceeded to pull Lucio down with him as he laid down on the loveseat. Now laying side-by-side, Matt started petting Lucio's hair, having already taken his hat off. Lucio made a small mewl of protest as he buried his face into Matt's chest, blushing bright red. Matt sighed and pulled the blanket that was draped over the cushion behind him. He covered themselves with the fluffy blue material as he pulled Lucio closer, not wanting him to fall off. He noticed the latter's eyes starting to close and decided to say it now.
    Leaning over to his ear, he whispered gruffly, "I love you. Sweet dreams, Luci." At this Lucio smiled before drifting into a peaceful slumber. Matt followed soon after.