Confederate America

Chapter 6

World Meeting I

It was after World War II and it was time for a World Meeting in London, England.

After WWII, the rest of the world knew who Montgomery was, how Montgomery and America were split like the Italies.

He was wearing his aviator jacket with brown pants and a tie around his neck. Montgomery was dressed in the military uniform, General bars were on her shoulders and sleeves of the black jacket. She muttered. "Do I have to go?"

America laughed, smacking a hand on her back. "Don't sulk too much, Monty."

She glared. "I'm not." She doesn't sulk! No matter what North said.

They were walking down the streets of London. They were headed to the government building, where all the other nations were meeting.

"Hello, Amerique! Miss Montgomery."

Both halves of America looked up, recognizing the voice and accent. America sent a wave with a big smile. "Hey, France. Hey, Canadia!" They both walked closer.

Monty snorted. "You did that on purpose."

America sent her a broad grin, but didn't reply. The grin was answer enough. She never understood why they thought he was a fool. She hasn't been around the nations other than her brother for very long, but even she noticed they acted a certain way, had some type of mask.

America had a bag with burgers and fries in one hand, planning on eating it at the meeting.

Monty had a large cup of sweet tea in her hand, drinking from it every couple of minutes or so. And it wasn't her first cup. She loved the stuff.

Well, she also loved fresh brewed moonshine, but she wasn't bringing that to a World Meeting.

France sent them a smile, Canada shyly smiled and hiding behind him. He whispered. "Hello, America. Montgomery."

They both sent him identical grins.

France waved a hand in front of him, toward the front door. "Shall we?"

A couple of other nations were in front of them. They walked into the conference room, sitting down next to each other, a plaque with their names on it in front of the chair.

France and Canada sat a little farther from them. The chairs rolled, with long backs and leather seating. Monty threw herself in her chair with a grunt, setting her cup down.

England glanced over at her from the right of Germany, who as usual was at the head of the table. He was the best at keeping order. England sent her a glare and Monty grinned at him. She's gotten to know him since WWI. Annoying him amused her like it did North. America snickered from next to her, drawing England's ire. He was sending his glare toward them.

The Italies, Norway, Denmark, Poland and other nations came in and were sitting. There was talking for a couple of moments and Germany stood up, raising a hand in the air. "Silence! This is Britain's time hosting the World Meeting and we thank you! Now! Let's get down to business!"

When it was silent, Germany gave a stern nod and sat down. England stood up, straightening his coat by the lapels. "Alright, we have a couple of things to discuss that involve all of us. We will get through them and everyone and I mean everyone will get a turn, so no interupting." Even as he was talking to the other nations, his gaze landed on both France and America.

America laughed. "Why are you looking at me, bro?"

England's thick brow twitched. "Use proper English, you wanker!"

France snickered. "You can't stand not to look at me, Angleterre?"

England growled. "Shut it, you bloody frog!"

China shook his head, his long dark hair gathered in a low ponytail. "Westerners always fighting!"

Montgomery smirked, jerking the labels on her military jacket. She looked around. North and France were persistently annoying England. The Italies were talking. Well, Northern Italy was grinning and waving his arms. Romano was glaring with his arms crossed.

Monty was curious to see what they were talking about, but shrugged. North nudged her hard. "Hey, Monty!"

Monty gave out a grunt, elbowing him just as hard. "What is it, North?"

America made a face at her and said. "Tell Britian that we speak English the right way."

England snapped. "I think I would know. It's called English for a bloody reason!"

Monty scoffed, decided to give her two cents. "You're both wrong."

France watched, amusement clear on his face. England and America both yelled. "What?!"

Monty smirked, tilting her chin forward and her shoulders stiffening up proudly (Many nations noticed it was a pose both America and Britian used, seeing that and knowing this wouldn't end well). "Well, North you don't speak it right and England, you make up words nobody would ever use. North, saying Pop for soda is weird."

England gave her a sharp glare. "People most certainly do, young lady!"

America told her. "And it's normal, Monty. It's what people in the north say."

Monty shrugged. "Still weird." She took a drink of her sweet tea, being a little disappointed to realize it was almost gone. "And man, you're so stuffy. With a stick up your 'arse'." She snickered at the term, it was still weird to her.

American let out a bark of laughter, ignore her comment from before. This was gold!

The other nations watched and China rolled his eyes, muttering about new and old westerners being the same. Japan was keeping silent, not wanting to be pulled into it. Germany face was twitching and turning dangerous colors and Italy went from talking to his brother to annoying the German Nation, making his temper worse.

Romano was relieved his brother left him alone, only to scowl deeply at Spain yammering in his ear about tomatos. Everyone could hear the 'bastardo' aimed at the smiling nation. Other nations were either chatting or arguing themselves, though a decent amount of nations were watching the three argue.

France and Canada shared a look. France was amused and Canada was exasperated. He sighed. He should've guessed they'd be alike. There goes any peace. She's just as bad as they are.

England face flooded red. "You little gobby! Maybe if you spoke English correctly, I wouldn't have to say anything. You cannot even finish your words correctly!"

Monty smirked. "What are ya talkin' about?" What did he call her? Weirdo.

America grinned.

England let out a growl. "If that bloody American even knew anything about raising a child-"

Both Monty and America let out sounds of indignance. They both spoke at the same time. America said. "Well, that's where you're wrong-"

Monty scowled. "I grew up jus' fine with North and-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

All the nations stopped and stared at the standing German Nation. He slapped his hands on the table, standing over it. Italy backed up with a yelp.

Which made the three arguing nations realize they were standing too. They plopped back down.

Germany glared at them all. He pointed at Montgomery, who bit back her yelp at his full fury on her. "You are new, but no more arguing! That conversation is useless and not what we're talking about! All of you will raise your hand when you want to speak and only one at a time!" Germany roared as they looked at him silently. "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?"

After getting various agreements, he started the meeting and things called down. Monty slumped back in her chair, straightening the labels of her jacket again.

The meeting ended after three hours. Montgomery stared sadly at her empty sweet tea. America ate through his burgers at Russia's turn, causing the big nation's smile to get wider and creeper to those standing next to or near him.

During their turn, they talked about global warming and things effecting their countries. America stretched his shoulders. "Ah, Monty, you coming with me back to the room?" They had two separate rooms, connected by one door.

Monty shook her head, trashing her cup and stretching herself. She didn't know how North sat through these things. His attention span was worse than hers and she wanted to pull her hair out. "Nah, I'm gonna look around a bit."

He patted her hard on the shoulder, walking out the door with a smile. She didn't have anything on her, so she just walked out with herself. North was already gone, most likely looking for food. There was another meeting tomorrow so they were staying an extra day. Half of the nations already left, not wanting to stay in any longer. She walked out the door and froze. She stared blankly at the large nation.

It was Russia.

The Communist.

She remembered meeting him before their involvement in WWI and even the slight tension during WWII, but it was different now. She scowled. "Russia."

Russia smiled, tilting his head. "Ah, Montgomery Amerika. Nice seeing you?"

Montgomery jerked her jaw forward, the muscles tight. She knew this wariness and anger at Russia wasn't all hers' but it was still there. "What do ya want?"

"Just saying hello, da?"

She stared at him with cold eyes. "Nothin' to say to a Communist."

Russia's smile became dark, his eyes shadowed. "Oh? In time, you will become-"

Monty bared her teeth into a growl. "Like hell-" She knew if America was here, he would be enraged and would of attacked Russia already. She was getting pissed off, feeling fire rolling under her skin.

"Ah, Miss Montgomery!" She ignored the French voice and kept her eyes on Russia's violet ones. As threatening as he was, she wasn't scared of him. France was by her shoulder. "You want to tour Angleterre's dreary country?"

"What did you say, Frog?"

They bickered in the background. A cold voice said. "Are you bothering my dear brother?"

In unison, a shiver went down both Russia and Montgomery's spines. Belarus was clinging to the side of the door. Montgomery felt a tug on her collar and saw the stern grimace of England. "Don't you go starting anything, poppet."

Montgomery matched his scowl. "I'm not..."

Believe it or not, China and Lithuania (fearfully) steered the larger nation away. She watched him, eyes watching him like her national bird. He left and she realized that England was still scolding her and France was still by her shoulder, not interrupting the island nation. Canada was hovering nearby.

She shrugged her shoulders, straightening out her blazer. "Watch the jacket, man."

England's hand went to his hips and Montgomery bit back a groan. She knew that pose and by France's grin, he did too. "I thought I only had to watch out for America starting a fight."

Montgomery rolled her eyes, walking off. "I'm not. I'm off." She walked out, planning on journeying London.

England sputtered, but didn't follow her.

Maybe London had some sweet tea.

She was walking around, looking wary up at the cloudy sky. She knew the possibility of it raining.

She was walking and then heard someone shout her name. Her country one. "America Bella!"

She stiffened and turned to see both the Italies, Romano and Veneziano or Northern Italy. Romano looked a bit awkward, hunching his shoulders. Northern Italy was beaming, waving a hand. She walked over quickly, watching the English people sending him dirty glares.

She waved a hand smiling. "Hey, 'm Montgomery." She was already getting looks for her full dress in her military uniform.

She flushed as Nothern Italy brightly grabbed her hand, kissing it. "Si, nice meeting you, I'm Italy and this is Romano."

Montgomery blinked a bit, taking back her hand. "Uh, yeah." It was a little weird, how everyone called him America, when they both were as the brothers were both Italy.

Romano rolled his eyes. "Your freaking her out, idiota."

Northern Italy grinned. "Am not. It was just scary. With her and big Russia like that."

Montgomery shrugged. "Yeah, well..." She didn't regret it, but she didn't want to have an audience. Now, she had to talk and watch North for the next day to make he didn't do anything stupid.

Northern Italy jumped up. "Ooh look, it's Germany!"

Romano's face deepened into a scowl. "I don't want to anywhere near that kraut bastardo."

Northern Italy needled. "Come on, Fratello! Ciao, bella."

He tugged Romano after the blond man, the Southern part swearing the whole way, getting dirtier looks than before from the citizens. Romano stared at her, glaring deeply when she just shrugged.

She walked around some more, thinking two things.

Europeans were weird and the Italies were no different.

Ooh, maybe I can find some sweet tea in there.