America and Canada walked into the meeting room laughing over the weekend, of the historic moment of Toni the alien meeting Kumajiro for the first time. (Toni looked at him and left.) It has been a while since they hung out, not like friends or countries in a world meeting; but as brothers. And it felt nice. They talked over stupid stuff, Matthew beat Alfred multiple times at Mario kart using baby peach; to which there is a new rule that states that Matthew can no longer play as baby peach. Anyway, they walked into the world meeting laughing their heads off reminiscing of the past two days, sitting at their seats the meeting began as usual.

         After a few hours, it got boring, so they decided to play a game of poker. Canada reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a deck of cards and began to play with his brother. America took out his snack bag of jelly beans. Cause if Canada can have a deck of cards, America can have a bag of jelly beans. They looked at each other and pulled some cards out of the deck (it was face down in between the both of them) and started to play. Betting from time to time, but as the game wore on, the meeting was coming to a finish.

          America laid the winning hand on the table and scooped his brother's and his jelly beans into the bag, signaling that he had won. Smirking and looking at his twin, he said, "winners don't loose."

             "Yeah, but the so called 'winner' lost to baby peach at Mario kart," his brother retorted. "45 times...ha."

              Alfred stick his tongue out and blew a raspberry, getting one in return. Notice how everyone else was packing their stuff, they did too. The other countries saw what the new world twins were playing and they didn't know what it was, well, except Britain, Denmark, Prussia, and maybe Romano and Russia. But the last ones were ifs. Britain sighed at the childish nature of those two, mainly America, but still. Playing games during a meeting.

      Britain knew that the other countries were curious about the youngest two were playing, so he quickly explained what they did. But what shocked the Brit was that they weren't play for jokes or the traditional one you'd play at a get together with your uncle; they were playing it professionally. All the rules and regulations of the ones whom play it for their lives. He notices the concentration in their eyes, and the quiet, calm, poker face of the two.

     'Never in my life have I seen America with that face,' the Englishman thought. 'The revolution was different,  he was fighting them so he had to have a stone cold expression. But this was...intimidating.'

            As the brothers left, Prussia went up to them and asked what they were going to do the following weekend. It was a weekend of vacation for the personifications and they had time off. No work. No papers. No stress. So they were going to go somewhere where (almost) all of them could have fun. So when Prussia asked if he could go with them to the city of lights.

          They nodded happily knowing Prussia wouldn't stop pestering them if he didn't get to go. So when Prussia saw that they approved he dashes out of the meeting hall and got in his car and left quickly. The twins continued to laugh and talk, not caring about the other countries who were confused about the "city of lights."

<time skip to two days before their vacation weekend>

      Everything was almost ready for the twins. They had their toiletries and shoes in their suitcase, money and other stuff like that in a separate bag packed and ready to go. But they couldn't decide on what suit to ware when they were gonna start their fun. Alfred suggested their 1920 suits,  with their black and white pointed shoes and black bow tie to complete  the suave style.

          Matthew was thinking about going casual business. Blazers, button downs, slacks and shiny leather loafers.  The ones when they have to go to the clubs during the day.

          Clearly they had a disagreement, and one that happened every time they went to Vegas. So they called the two people who they knew could help them in this situation.  One left the room to call an Italian designer while the other had to change into one of his many counterparts. During the changing of Alfred, a door appeared in one of the room walls and out steps a bright blonde, green eyed fashionista. A white suite with a black button down and a bright pink scarf around his neck. Pink sunglasses adorned his face as he looked around the room before landing his eyes on the Canadian who stood next to the suits laid out on the bed.

        The handle to the restroom door turned and was pulled back to let the man in there out. A white button down with the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black leather fingerless gloves encased his hands. Black slacks and leather dress shoes covered his lags and 'area.' Suspenders held his pants up and a bow tie strapped under the collar of his shirt kept the look classy. The normal thin framed glasses were replaced with black no rimed ones, but behind the lenses were not the bright twinkling eyes of Alfred F. Jones. Instead, the dull, twinkling eyes of Alfred Jones, the Hitman.

         As Alfred, Hitman Alfred, came closer to the two, Canada explained to them why they called. And that they were the only ones they thought of to help with their dress situation because if their best dressed and remarkable fashion choices. So the two pondered over the pre chosen outfits, and decided that the clothes weren't good.  Leaving the clothes on the bed, they went to their closets and pulled out several shirts and pants. Shoes thrown all over the room, t-shirts, hoodies, and dress clothes in piles. Finally, they decided on a nice a classy, but business like attire.

           Alfred took the clothes that he and Flavio picked and so did Mathew.  A white button down shirt, with silver cuffs to hold the ends in the sleeves together. A solid black vest covered their back and lower torso with it fastening towards the bottom creating a 'v' shape. A white bow tie kept the collar closed and made the suit clean and sharp. Black slacks and the 1920s black and white dress shoes looked good by adding to the overall theme of the clothes.

        When they stepped out if their rooms, hitman jones had left and returned the original personification. Looking at each other to see how they looked (for they are identical twins except for their eyes and their gravity defying hair and long curl) and were happy with the attire.

      After thanking Flavio, and him leaving they packed the clothes and their suits. Ready to go to the airport tomorrow for the flight when a knock at their front door interrupted their thoughts. America walked to the door to see, none other than eyebrow king, England. Waiting at his front door. Opening the dark oak pod door and leaning against the door frame, he asked, "Yo Iggy, what'd ya want?"

        "First, stop calling me 'Iggy'," England said. "And second, The other countries and I wanted to join you, Canada, and Prussia to this 'city of lights.'"

       "You and the others want to what?" Canada asks.

       "To join you guys at this 'city of lights,'" England says.

        "Oh sure, sure," America says. "Pack enough clothes for two days, and book a plane to-actually Ill get you guys the tickets. Just meet us at the air port in tomorrow."

       "Oh ok," he said. "I'll tell them, good bye."

       "Bye!" They answered in unison closing the door.