Hello! I know I have a digimon fanfic that I probably should do, but this just kind of came out! I might be able to update fast or it could be forever till the next chapter, it depends, if the chapter wants to come out of my head, it could be pretty fast, if not… You gt the picture. Now on with the show!
Disclaimer: I, Sunbeam0943, of sound mind (maybe) and body, do not nor probably ever will, own Hetalia.
Somewhere in the U.S.A….
3rd person POV
12 people were nervously shifting around in a darkened room. The room was so dark you couldn't see their individual faces or discerning features that made it hard to know who was who. But it was obvious that all of them were nervous about something. Just then another person walked out of a different room with a sigh. The original 12 people now turned towards the newcomer with questions clearly on their faces.
"Fever of 103.1℉." The new comer sighed out. "He's not going anywhere, even if he could stand without puking his guts out." Murmurs broke out at this piece of news.
"That's a big problem." One of the shadowed figures said.
"Really? We had no idea! He's only sicker than a dog!" Sarcasm lacing the words of a different figure with murmurs of agreement right behind.
"No, that's not what I meant! Isn't there a World meeting in 2 days? I don't think he'll be better by then." The first figure said in an indignant mixed with worried tone. This made everyone in the room pause.
"Well, cr*p." This statement set off a round of panic and arguing. Everyone was arguing except for 2 of the 13 figures in the room. One of them, let's call him figure 1, gave a world weary sigh that had a mixture of 'why me' and 'kill me now'. Figure 1 then went over to the only other figure not fighting. This figure was watching everyone argue (secretly she was trying to find a place to jump into a specific figure's argument and upstage him). Figure 1 tapped her on the shoulder and she shot him a questioning look.
"Could you quiet them down? I need to say something and there's no way they'll hear me over all the noise." Figure 1 asked. The other figure looked at him for a second before smiling ear to ear in a way that made figure 1 very nervous. He was totally right to be nervous by the way.
"OI ALL YOU B####ES SHUT THE F##K UP OR ELSE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs (which is extremely loud by the way). In an instant the room was silenced. Some out of curiosity, most out of fear though.
"Why should I be quiet?!" Yelled a different figure somewhere in the room.
"Because I have something to say. Thank you for shutting them up by the way." Figure 1 said.
"Anytime."
"Now, with Dad sick like this that means one of us has to go to the World meeting." Figure 1 said.
"Yeah I guess, but who?" A completely different figure asked. Which totally set them all up for some ridiculous ideas, and arguments, but don't tell her that.
"THE AWESOME ME SAYS I SHOULD GO!" Which is pretty much what restarted all the shouting and arguing, until our previous figure stopped them again.
"OI!" Silence.
"Thank you, again. We will decide who's going the usual way." Figure 1 said. What happens next is where a bunch of figures toss out ideas only to get shot down by somebody.
"We'll vote on it?" "Naw, we'd just vote for ourselves."
"THE AWESOME ME SAYS WE SHOULD HAVE A DRINKING CONTEST!" "No, some of the people here have a ridiculous alcohol tolerance. And you're not one of them."
"Rock paper scissors?" "Nope. Some people have found a way to cheat."
"Ask Dad?" "He's ridiculously sick, we are not waking him up." Figure 1 gave another world weary sigh before motioning to the previous figure to quiet them down again.
"IF I HAVE TO DO THIS ONE MORE TIME SOMEONE IS GETTING FUBARED!" Silence, extremely fearful silence.
"...Yes well then, we are going to decide this by putting our numbers into a pot and I'll pick the number." Figure 1 said breaking the fearful silence.
"How come you get to pick?" A good question, which elicited a round of murmurs but no full blown argument yet.
"Because I'm the only one who will not cheat and try to pick themselves." Figure 1 said. This was met with sheepish silence and nervous coughs cause no one could really deny it. Simultaneously everyone took out a piece of paper and wrote down their number on it. Then they all put the folded pieces of paper in a medium sized pot and when everyone had put their papers in, the lid was put on the pot and passed around so everyone could give it a good shake that way no one could be accused of cheating. When the pot made it to the last person, who happened to be figure 1, he gave it a good shake and set it on a table that just randomly appeared (just go with it) and took the lid off.
"Alright, when I pull out the number, there will be no whining, or begging for a recount. You all have to deal with it." Figure 1 said. Everyone in the room crossed everything they could for any little piece of extra luck they could get their hands on. Figure 1 closed his eyes and reached into the pot.
"And the lucky number is..."
So… that happened. I know I didn't exactly give many details. Or any really. But since this is a countries meet the states fanfic, I figured you should all meet the states with the countries! Even if I told you the number a lot of people probably wouldn't get it anyway. So, probably random updates if ya read the AN at the beginning. See ya next time for world meetings, jaw dropping moments, fighting (it's a world meeting what else are they supposed to do?), and the revelation of one of America's best kept secret, even if it wasn't a really a secret to begin with!