First chapter! Hope you guys like it, let me know if you have any suggestions.

I sat there, getting a little frustrated with America. He had called a world meeting, trying to work things out, to get us all to get along. But frankly, he was just pissing everyone off. His tactics were to do everything the American way, which really did not help.

I looked around and saw Russia, sitting still, smiling. It was obvious he was enjoying this. I also saw England, who was eating a burnt to black piece of toast and drinking some weird looking tea. 

Then I noticed Italy out of the corner of my eye, trying to get my attention. I looked at him, and he gave me a wide smile and waved. I rolled my eyes and waved back, before turning back to look at the pathetic excuse of a country, AKA, America.

He was saying something about how we should all just eat a hamburger and be happy.

That was enough. I stood up, and slammed my fist onto the table. "AMERICA, JUST SHUT UP! YOU AREN'T FIXING ANYTHING! YOU DUMMKOPF!"

Everyone looked at me, then back at America, who was speechless.
He cleared his throat, then walked out of the room. Good riddance.

Once America left, everyone started talking to the others beside them. It started as just talk, but soon escalated to shouting. I could hear their ideas on what should be done, such as; all eat pasta and wave white flags, undress, meditate, play the piano, and so on.

The only one, aside from me, that wasn't talking, was Russia. He was still sitting there, smiling, as if nothing had changed.

I looked over at Japan, who was arguing with China, in their own languages.

I sighed. What have I done? I shook my head and looked at the door, wondering where America went.

I felt a tap on my arm, and looked to my side, thinking it was Italy. But it was Canada. I looked at him confused.

"H- hi Germany. Look, I know what you said to America, he deserved it. B-but would you be mad if I went to see if he is ok?" Canada asked me shakily.

"Why are you asking me?" I asked, still confused.

"It's, just that.... Everyone laughs at me for caring about America... But he's my brother..."

"If he wasn't your brother, then I would laugh too, but since he is, I get it." I answered, feeling a little bad for Canada.

He smiled then ran to the door, opened it, then ran out. I shook my head again, poor guy.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?! WHY DON'T WE ALL JUST HAVE ONE BIG, GOD DAMN WAR VS EVERYONE AND GET IT OVER WITH!"

I turned around and saw Romano standing up, with a really red face. The room turned so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was looking at each other.

After a few moments of silence, Russia spoke for the first time. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

I glared at Russia. "NO! THAT SIMPLY WOULD NOT FI-" I was cut off by England.

"That actually may be what we need. To kill off a few of each other." England said with a crooked smile.

"My precious flower... Why would you say that?" France asked, worriedly yet pervertedly. If that's even possible.

"Because it's true! And stop calling me your precious flower!"

"So it's settled then? We have one big war to sort out our differences, instead of one on one wars." Said Russia smiling proudly.

"Noooo! Germany! I'm too young to die! I haven't even made all the different kinds of pasta yet, or showed England how to cook!!"

"HEY!" England protested, but Italy kept going.

"Germany! Please! Please! Don't let me die!!!!!"

"Stop!" I yelled. "We are not having a world war!"

Romano scowled at me. "Let's put it to a vote. All in favour, say 'I'" Me, Italy and France were the only ones who didn't say I.

I turned around and walked toward the door, Italy on my heels. What is wrong with everyone?