Germany was sweating buckets. No one in the meeting room really paid attention, though, because they were all sweating equal amounts of buckets, and Germany made sure that the chancellor paid no attention by occasionally dabbing his white handkerchief on his face. With his carefully placed documents and manila envelopes in front of him, he folded his rough hands together on top of them, planning out what to say before the chancellor had a chance to call on him.

"... and, I believe Ludwig here has a plan to solve this problem. What do you have, Ludwig?" Without flinching, Germany stood from his chair, being sure to stand upright in confidence, and cleared his throat. He clasped his papers, straightened them onto the table, and took a breath.

"Yes, I would like to begin this solution by announcing-"

"I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR!" a British voice burst out of nowhere. The room suddenly silenced as the awkward bantering of guitars and drum set rocked everybody's socks, and Germany felt a growing dread within his chest as he realized that it was his cellphone. "I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR!"

"T-to," the chancellor stuttered, "where?"

"... TO A GAAAAY BAR, GAAAAY BAR, GAY BAR!" Germany, sheepishly laughing, reached into his pocket, pressed a button, and the song finally cut off. And as if to ignore the intrusion, Germany pushed to continue with the meeting.

"PRUSSIA!" Germany roared when he saw Prussia reclining in a beanbag chair playing video games, and at this rage he attempted to hide himself with the controller. "You Arschloch! Don't you know that this meeting was extremely mandatory to my country's existence?" His brother put the controller down and crossed his arms behind his head in arrogance.

"Well, sorry I wanted you to pick up some wurst before you got home," Prussia said, his eyes shining with innocence. "People make mistakes, you know?"

"Nein! What I am referring to is my ringtone!" Germany reached for the house phone, dialed his number, and at once "I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR!" blasted from his cellphone. "Do you see how problematic this is! My chancellor asked me on a date after the meeting! He wanted to pet bunnies at the zoo!" Germany further ranted.

"I knew it!" Prussia shouted, and Germany gave him a glare. "W-what?"

"Don't touch my cellphone ever again," Germany warned sternly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a shower."

"Why? Didn't you take one this morning?" Prussia asked, actually curious.

"J-ja," Germany said, rubbing at his neck. "I... have to go somewhere." Saying nothing to Prussia, he walked out of the room to the shower, looking a little defeated. Meanwhile, Prussia took out a piece of paper, and crossed out "Gay Bar." The next item: "Shut Up and Sleep with Me."

"This is France's favorite song," Prussia said, grinning like a madman.