"This is just absolutely and utterly not right," Aubrey Innes, aka England was saying, his hands clenched into fists at his side. "This is more than not right! This is terrible!"

"Chill, man." America, aka Kane Nastra, Leaned back in his chair, grinning at the other nations around the table.

"America, this is terrible," Korea (human name Zander) said, from the other end of the room. "We wouldn't have called a world conference, otherwise."

America looked at Canada for back up, and Canada began "I suppose it isn't...too bad..." before seeing the expressions of disbelief on the faces of the other countries and suddenly wishing he could hide under the table.

"I admit I am impressed," Russia started, sweeping a lock of her thick black hair away from her face. "I did not think you could reach that far."

"It's not anything to be impressed with! It's a disgrace!" England continued as Egypt crawled into his lap to doze off. "A travesty!"

"Makes the place look more festive," America continued, grinning to show off his white, white teeth.

"I guess I should stay neutral, huh?" Sieg said from the corner, smiling nervously.

"Seems like it," Ireland said, running a hand through his short hair.

Outside the conference hall, Italy (running late) stopped and blinked, pushing her long brown hair out of her eyes as she did so, staring at the side of the building, where someone had written "AMERICA FUCK YEAH" in forty-foot high letters. Someone had rigged up a pair of speakers in a tree near by and the theme from Team America was playing tinnily through the foliage.

"Don't look at me," Belarus said, from where he was lying under a tree, trying to ignore it. "I'm not cleaning it up."

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