I slowly rubbed my temples while America gorged on a hamburger, no not a hamburger, one of the "breakfast" burgers. What was it called? A mc something or another? Whatever. It wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. For some reason, we just HAD to have the meeting for the Allies early in the morning this time, and it was at America's house, so, being the first person there, I was stuck listening to his drivel talk about being the hero, or maybe about his birthday party he was planning. Honestly, no one could understand his talk while he was eating. Didn't the boy know manners? You'd think he would after being raised by a gentleman like me, the UK, or England, or Britain, or Arthur if you know me well. Just call me England.

I wanted to slap him to get him to stop talking. Maybe the other countries, Russia, France, and China, purposely were coming late just because they knew America would be like this. It was, after all, only a few days away from his birthday. Why did he insist on inviting me every time? Didn't he know that it was also a celebration that he separated from me? But I wouldn't hear the end of it if I didn't come, and usually things ended up broken too. America, was strong, and could be really scary when he got mad. At least over the years people stopped treating it like a day to hate England and more of a party. Canada would be there too. The poor boy always got pushed into the background by America, but he had been getting noticed more and more lately. He was also a part of the allies, and would be going to the meeting too.

"And of course there will be lots of fireworks!" America exclaimed after promptly finishing off a third mc something. So he had been talking about his party. "So you just have to come Arthur! It'll be really fun, better than last year!"

"I honestly would like to know how you could do worse than destroying your house with the fireworks," I replied with a sigh. "No wait! Don't tell me! I really don't want to know the possibilities. Knowing you, you could probably pull it off." At that America made a sad face, and I gave another sigh. It was, after all, almost his birthday. I might as well be nice to him for a while. "All right, all right. I'll go."

America's face lit up immediately at that and a big smile spread across his face. "That's great!" He said in a voice too loud for that early in the morning. "How about you Mattie?"

I jumped when I saw Canada sitting to my right. "Oh, Matthew!" I exclaimed, using Canada's real name. Every nation has a human name, but usually only people that are close to them use it. "I didn't-" I started again, cutting myself short. I hadn't noticed him, but I didn't think it polite to say that out loud, "uh. I mean, good morning."

"Good morning, Arthur," Canada said in his polite, quite voice that always made me wonder how he could possibly be America's twin. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I replied, looking at his polar bear in his arms that came with him almost everywhere.

"You didn't answer my question!" America exclaimed in a disappointed way.

"Of course I'll come, Alfred." Canada replied with a sigh.

"That's great! Hahaha!" Came his reply with his annoying laugh. "Don't forget to bring me presents!"

I gave a third sigh. How could he be my brother? Even though we looked a bit alike with our short, straight blonde hair, we had nothing in common.

"Bonjour, England!" Said a voice behind me and I cringed immediately. Of all people, he had to come next. I turned around to face my nemesis for as long as I remember, France. "You're enjoying some time with America, no?" And he gave a wink at me, pushing his blond hair flirtatiously out of his face.

"Shut up you sick frog!" I yelled, my temper rising and my face turning red, but it just seemed to provoke him more.

"And Matthew too!" He continued. "Bonjour, Matthew."

"Hello, Francis," Canada replied, holding his bear tighter, probably worried that he would end up in the middle of a fight again.

"BE QUIET YOU PERVERT!" I yelled loudly. It wasn't uncommon for us to be fighting, but the others knew better than to try and get in the middle, so America sat back, almost enjoying it, while Canada continued to clutch his bear.

"Are you two fighting again?" Said a third voice behind France, China, walking past France. "Can't you two give it a rest?"

We both decided to ignore him as France finally decided to take a seat, on the other side of me, so I immediately got up and moved to the other side next to America, across from Canada. France simply shrugged and moved into my empty seat so he could be next to his kid brother. China moved to the other side of France and across from and empty seat that should have been filled by Russia.

"Let's get started," China said.

"Aren't we still missing Russia?" I asked.

"I have no problem starting without him!" America said immediately. Russia and America were always going at it, not unlike France and I. It was usually fights about power and strength.

"He told me he wasn't coming," China explained.

Good! I thought, maybe we can actually get some work done without America and Russia fighting!

So the meeting started, but unfortunately there was fighting anyways. The meeting went a little like this:

"I suppose I should start," China began, standing up and moving to the board. "You see, if we-"

"Alfred!" I couldn't help yelling. "Get your feet off the table!"

"What?" He said, a look of innocence on his face. "It is my house."

"It's proper manners," I scolded. "You have guests."

"It's not like I shouldn't keep myself comfortable."

"ALFRED!"

"All right, all right." And his feet came off the table.

"Now that we have that out of the way," China said, sighing, "Can we please-" France raised his hand, "yes France?"

"I vote we trade England for Spain. Who agrees?" France said, looking around. America immediately raised his hand with a goofy smile on his face, but quickly put it down after I sent him a glare.

"Like we would benefit from me leaving more than from you leaving," I retorted.

"Spain is a much better choice than you for the Allies than you!" He snapped back.

"Shut up you frog!" I yelled.

"I'd say that we would benefit if England left," America put in.

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU!" I yelled at him.

"Come on, he's aloud to say what he wants!" France said with a smug smile on his face.

"But," America continued, "I'd say France leaving would be a better idea."

"HA!" I proclaimed in triumph.

"SHUT UP AMERICA!" France said, furious. "I'm powerful too! Right Matthew?"

"I-uh… Well….. I don't want to get in the middle of this," Canada stuttered out, surprised at being called on suddenly.

"Powerful too?" I said with a smile. "You admit that I'm powerful?"

"No….. I… I mean… SHUT UP!" France said, for once actually slipping.

"Can we please get back to the meeting?" China asked, but was unfortunately ignored.

"Hahahahahaha!" America laughed. "Nice job Arthur." And he held up a hand in the air for a hi-five, which I couldn't help but slap after rolling my eyes.

"You're becoming like America!" France exclaimed.

"Where did I come into this fight?" America said, his smile fading as his stood up in his seat. France simply rolled his eyes and began to walk out.

"Francis!" Canada said in his quiet voice as France left.

"Fine!" China said, giving up on calming people down. "I guess this ends the meeting." And with that, he followed France out.

"Finally!" America said, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair and putting it on as he said, "I'm starving. Either of you want to come with me to get something to eat?"

"You just ate three Mc something's before this meeting started." I pointed out. "And no."

"Mcgriddle is what it's called," He told me. "How about you Mattie?" Canada shook his head and America shrugged, walking out of the room.

"Are you heading home, Matthew?" I asked Canada while I stood up and walked towards the door.

"No," he said softly while he stood up and walked up to stand next to me, "I have some errands to run."

"Ah," I replied, leaning my shoulder against the wall and enjoying the moment. It's not every day that I can have a respectable conversation with someone. "I'm heading home. I have some house work to do."

"I see," he replied, politely holding the door open for me and we walked down the hall talking until we heard a yelp of pain and a crash.

Immediately after that we hurried around the corner as the door slammed. All we saw, though, was a crashed vase. Immediately we brushed it off as America being clumsy and accidentally hitting it, though it made no sense why he wouldn't clean it up.

We might have tried to investigate if we had noticed the drop of blood on the mirror by the stand where the vase had been set…

To be continued ….