"Anyone have anything to report?" Germany asks. He looks around the room for an answer. When no one answers he briefly states "This meeting is concluded."

The nations stood up and began to pack their things, some heading toward the door, but Japan stops them and tells them something, but they're too far for me to hear. Some other nations are going to meet me.

"Welcome, (c/n)! I am England, or Arthur Kirkland. How did you enjoy your first world Conference?"

"I enjoyed it. Although it was havoc at some times, it was a really nice experience. I enjoyed meeting so many new people. I was hoping to make some friends."

"That's great that those wankers didn't ruin your first conference. Hey, you should come to my place sometime and we can talk more over tea and scones. Is that a good idea?"

"Great!" He seems nice.

I see France and America giving me this pitying look. "She doesn't know what she's getting into" America whispers to France.

I see two young men approach me. They look like brothers.

"Ciao bella. I'm Romano, or Lovino Vargas."

"I'm Italy, or Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me anytime you like." Italy winks and slides a napkin with a number on it across the table. Romano elbows him in the stomach. "Us, I mean!"

I smile and say, "I'll consider it." I'm not here to find love. I'm just trying to make friends right now. But I can't be rude to these two. They seem very nice.

"Bonjour Mon Chéri. You look more beautiful than the angels of the heavens this morning." France begins. My face turns warm and pink. "I just wanted to ask, what's going on between you and Russia?" France asks.

"What do you mean? I just met everyone here today." I respond.

"He has been staring at you during the whole meeting. Are you sure nothing is between you two? Russia is kind of a scary guy sometimes. I wouldn't want him hurting you, mademoiselle." He says while holding my hand and giving it a light kiss.

America pops out of nowhere and says, "If you ever need help, I'll save you since I'm the hero!"

I got a chance to speak to many others before I leave. I find it odd that some of the nations flirted with me. I mean, I am pretty, but there are way more prettier girls out there.

As I am heading toward the door, I get stopped by a familiar face. "Привет!" Russia says.

"Привет!" I say back to him.

"You aren't walking home in this weather, Да? The snow started falling heavily during the meeting. The news say we should stay inside."

"Inside? But where will I stay or sleep?"

"Japan had the idea to book a few hotel rooms. We're all staying here for the night."

"Hmm"

"The only problem is that we need to share rooms with another country."

"Like who?"

"I don't know yet. Let's ask and find out, Да?"

We walk up to Japan.

"Hi! Do you know who our roommates are for tonight?" I ask. I'm hoping it'll be one of my new friends.

"The majority of the rooms are already taken. There's 3 that holds 4 people with 2 queen sized beds in that room, and a ton of rooms that hold 2 people, but 1 queen bed." He answers, "Since I don't want people feeling uncomfortable, I recommend choosing who you'll be sharing a room, and ultimately a bed with. We can't have empty rooms because they are expensive."

"That makes sense. Which rooms are taken?"

"One of the larger room is taken by the Baltic states, along with Poland. Germany is sharing a room with Italy. Romano is sharing a room with Spain. I'm sleeping on the floor in the futon I brought from home. England is sharing a room with America, France, and Canada. Then N-" I cut Japan off.

"Canada? Who's that?"

Japan points across the room to a guy that looks slightly like America. "That's Canada"

"Was he here the whole time? I didn't notice him . . . Back to the rooms. I don't know who to share a room with."

Prussia overhears our conversation and comes speedwalking toward us. "I heard some sexy lady needed someone to spend the night with." He said with a smirk.

. . . A few seconds later . . .

Prussia lies on the floor with a huge red handprint on his face, confused. How can such a sexy lady slap so hard?

"I'm just going to drag a blanket on the floor of Feliks' room then." Prussia manages to say.

"That makes only Russia that still doesn't have a roomate" Japan looks back at me. "Is that fine with you?" He asks.

I look at Russia, sensing his loneliness. The other countries are afraid of him, but he is really so nice. I smile, and say, "I guess I'm sharing a room with you"

. . .