Omake

"So no one wants to help me build a giant hero?" Alfred scanned the conference room, looking into the faces of the other Nations.

Arthur let out an annoyed sigh and slammed a hand down onto the table. "For the last time, that plan isn't going to work!"

"But how do you know if we don't even try?" Alfred pouted.

"We would only be wasting money!" Germany intervened.

"Ve, I wouldn't want that. I won't be able to buy as much pasta."

"Hey, Měiguó, when are you going to pay back the money you owe me, aru?"

"Uh…."

"If Jao wants, I can be his debt collector~ Maybe that will help comrade Alfred pay faster."

"Does anybody want a churro?"

"Why don't we all have some wine too?"

"No, beer is better!"

A sigh. "Why does every conference end up like this?"

"Who are you?"

"Canada…"

Suddenly, the loud cry of an air horn pierced through everyone's chatter (and probably their eardrums too). Everyone looked in Alfred's direction and sure enough, he was holding the contraption in his hand. He even pressed the button a second time, emitting another loud honk.

"Goddamnit! What was that for, asshole?" Lovino snapped.

"Nothing, really, I've just always wanted to use this at a conference!" said Alfred, grinning. He tossed the air horn aside. "Oh! That's right! I have these papers that I have to read!"

He opened his briefcase, taking out five pages of paper. He cleared his throat and began to read aloud. As he was reading, he couldn't help but notice that some of the Nations were making weird faces, or jumping slightly in their chairs. He tried to ignore them and concentrate on his papers, but it only got more distracting when some Nations bent over to look under the table.

"And so, by doing this we should be able to—Ah, WHAT THE HELL?" in the middle of his sentence, Alfred felt something press up against his crotch. With the papers still in his hand, he himself looked under the table. A wide grin soon replaced his flustered expression.

"Rocket, that was you?" he laughed.

The Lab got out from underneath the table and put his front paws on Alfred's knees. He had on his usual happy demeanor: tongue hanging out of his mouth, shining brown eyes, and his tail wagging back and forth.

"Can't you control that dog, Yankee?" one of the other Nations shouted across the table. A chorus of "yes"-es and yeah's followed.

Alfred played with Rocket's ears. "Aw, he's was just trying to get to know you all!"

A/N:The promised omake! I hope this makes up for the rushed ending, I just really wanted to get this fic over with and start on my other ones. The poll results for what story I should work on next... Child of the Empty Cradle came in first place, so I will start posting that! In second place was I Am a Pirate, You Are a Prince, so I will be working on that as well! Again, I'm glad I went through with this story and now I'm glad I've finally finished it. Thank you all for reading it.

Notes: I'm sure everyone, if not, most people, know that dogs do sniff humans' crotches to identify them. That's what Alfred meant by "getting to know you all" XD And yes, that is why everyone was making those "weird faces" because they felt Rocket's nose at their... well, vital regions.

"Měiguó" is "America" in Chinese.