The world meeting was just about to start, and everyone was looking rather bored. Annalise sat between France and Japan, trying to overcome writer's block and post a new chapter on her YouTubers Superhero AU story. Her sister sat by Russia, editing her TMNT fanfictions, diligently avoiding Canada's eyes. Taylor was dead asleep between Romano and Spain, the latter giving her bunny ears and snapping a selfie.

Jenna sat next to Mexico, trying not to hit him as he continuously poked her cheek, before blaming someone else in the room. Thaovy was between the other two Italy brothers, drawing pictures of Ninjago characters in her sketchpad. Shelby sat between America and Poland, absorbed in the conversation with the Slav, since they had not spoken since Shelbmerica split up back in February. Dreamz sat between Prussia and Australia, with New Zealand on the other side his brother, trying to explain the difference between being albino and blonde to Jett (and failing). And Sammi was trying out different snapchat filters with Hong Kong, while China watched in utter confusion.

Suddenly, the door swung open dramatically, causing everyone's attention to turn to the door. Being pushed in was a food cart, steered by Belgium, who smiled brightly. "Hello everyone! I brought breakfast for you guys! My treat!"

England's eyes widened. "Oh, why thank you, Belgium. That was very thoughtful of you."

"Yes, feed me." America stated, banging his fists on the table. One by one, Belgium dropped off a stack of waffles at each country and/or mortal seat, earning gratitude and thanks. Besides, what could be better than a Belgian waffle made by Belgium herself?

Finally, Belgium reached Shelby. "Miss Michigan, would you like some waffles?"

"Oh, no thank you. I already ate this morning." Shelby stated

"You're a liar." Alfred whispered loudly, shoveling a large bite of waffle in his mouth.

Belgium frowned. "You don't like my waffles?"

Shelby sighed. "I'm just not a huge fan of waffles. I prefer pancakes."

Matthew shot up from his seat, pointing an accusing finger at Shelby. "LIAR!"

"IF YOUR DAMN PANCAKES WOULDN'T HAVE HAD SYRUP ON THEM I WOULD HAVE EATEN THEM!" Shelby shouted back.

"THAT'S SACRILEGE!" Matthew yelled, shaking.

"Is Canada having war flashbacks?" Thaovy inquired.

Shelby rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You guys take your breakfast foods way too seriously."

Belgium strained to keep her smile, grabbing a freshly made plate of waffles and offering them to Shelby. "My waffles are renowned around the world. Won't you try them?"

"No, seriously, I don't like waffles, not even trying to be rude." Shelby explained. "I don't like how crunchy they can get, and the little holes make it hard to spread butter and jam on it- I can't do it."

Belgium's gaze hardened as she set the waffles down in front of Shelby. "Eat my waffles."

Shelby glared at her. "I will not."

"Nope, I'm staying out of this one." Alfred muttered, taking his waffles and walking to the other side of the room.

"Miss Michigan, if you do not consume these waffles, you will face dire consequences." Belgium stated through a strained voice, her smile widened and tense, sliding the waffles to the edge of the table where Shelby sat.

"Miss Belgium, I have to refuse the waffles. The answer is no. I'm not wavering." Shelby huffed, turning her face away and pushing the plate away.

"Eat them!" Belgium cried, jerking the plate forward and sending the waffles flying towards Shelby. Shelby dove underneath the table to avoid getting hit, crawling on her hands and knees and popping out from the other side, leaving the other countries in a state of astonishment and bewilderment.

"Is this basically what happened at the cabin with the pancakes?" Annalise inquired to Canada.

"Yeah, basically." Canada admitted shyly.

"Eat the waffles!" Belgium shouted. "They are a national treasure and I will not take no for an answer!" She said, throwing a waffle like a ninja star towards Shelby.

Shelby ducked again. "No, I am an American and I do not negotiate with terrorists!"

"How dare you compare my prized waffles to terrorists!" Belgium continued to throw waffles. Instead of hitting Shelby, they smacked different bystanders in the face, such as China and Hungary, who were initially too shocked to react.

"You're the terrorist, not the waffles!" Shelby fired back, picking up Ukraine's plate and chucking it at Belgium. She moved and it hit Italy instead.

"Belgium! Michigan! Get off with this nonsense!" England shouted, and the two girls paused. "Emma, you cannot force feed someone your food. Shelby, eating one bloody waffle is not that big of a deal! Now stop acting like children and sit down so we can continue our meeting."

Both Belgium and Shelby were now glaring daggers at the blonde, and Australia laughed, shooting up and smacking Arthur in the face with a plate of waffles. "How about you eat some waffles, ya arse!" He cheered.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Mexico yelled, grabbing a fist full of syrupy waffles and slapping it in Jenna's face. Jenna practically starting gagging and shoved Juan's face in his own plate. Chaos ensued as the countries began attacking one another with waffles.

Alfred sat in the corner, tears in his eyes as he watched the war unfold. On one hand, he wanted to have fun and join the fight- for real, who wouldn't want to throw waffles around? On the other hand, he wanted to waffles to go in his mouth, not on someone else's face.

Then, a waffle smashed into his chest. His eyes widened as he glanced down at Shelby, who was smiling mischievously. "Just like old times, eh?"

Alfred laughed, "Last time, Canada got pancake on me, not you."

"Well, sometimes, it's nice to change things up. Chill on me." Shelby stated.

Suddenly, syrup-covered waffles smashed into the side of Shelby's face. She froze, and instantly looked like she was going to be sick. The two Americans turned to face Canada and Belgium.

"I'm so sorry... But I'm also not." Canada stated in astonishment. "It's a weird, new feeling."

"Taste my waffles!" Belgium shouted, lifting up her fist in victory.

Shelby paled, hanging onto America as she became slightly light-headed. "I think I'm officially done with breakfast foods."

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How else would I start the second Drabble book? The only proper way was complete chaos and utter trash writing, am I right? XD