The meeting went on rather well, Germany thought. Spain and Italy spoke about their gains and losses, and then, Vatican went on to speak. France showed up at the last minute and gave his little speech. Macau was there too... but frankly, Germany was beginning to grow impatient. He just wanted to go and get a few drinks. And so, when the meeting was over, Germany brushed off his clothes from any dirt that he might have gotten from sitting down and smiled at Denmark. [B]"Thanks for hosting the meeting, Denmark."[/b] he said. [B]"But I think I need to get some fresh air."[/b]

The German waved goodbye and pulled on the coat that he had worn to the meeting. He had a feeling that it would be cooler than earlier... and even though Germany didn't mind the cold, He didn't want to be colder than he had to. He walked outside and onto the sidewalk, glancing up at the sky. It had gotten cloudier than before, and the wind was picking up. His breath came out as puffs of vapor in front of his mouth. [I]I need to get home.[/I] he thought. [I]I can drink by myself. I don't want any arguments.[/I]

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South Italy was happy that it was Italy's turn to talk. Of course, he took all of the attention, along with Spain and Vatican, who never spoke up. The Southern Italian snarled, crossing her arms and glaring at the wall. After they finished, they turned to her. South Italy perked, opening her mouth to speak- but France came into the picture, talking about himself after a quick jesting contest with England. Ugh. She hated that bastard...

After he said what he said, the meeting came to a close. South Italy shook her head. [B]"Spain just had to talk the most and take up all of the time in the meeting, right?"[/b]

America glared at England, shoving his hands into his pockets as she said that the next meeting should be in London. [B]"I think I've had enough gloomy weather for a while. The next meeting should be somewhere nice. Like Washington. There's a lot to see there!"[/b] he turned to France, frowning a bit. [B]"I'd rather go to Paris. The food is better there, anyway, even if the people are crap."[/b] 

Something was obviously wrong with America. He was supposed to be cheery and be able to make himself laugh like an idiot, but it currently seemed that a dark cloud was hanging over his head. Russia's accusation had pissed him off. What happened in the Middle East wasn't just his fault! How could he say that?