"Let the world conference convine! Solving all of todays problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems, we can fix anything with enough meetings and photo ops. Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for re-election!" America beamed, raising his hand into a fist clench.

No matter how many world meetings you attended, it always started out with America blurting out the same opening each time, trying to convince everyone that if they could somehow get a giant, geneticly altered superhero to protect the earth from global warming enslaving humanity, they'ed be set. Of course, someone like England or France always had to disagree, causing a huge chain reaction of chaos. You had always sat there next to Italy, trying not to snap. And then there was Germany. You had self control- and so did he- but he was usually the first one to lash out at everyone. He was the type of guy that could get them in line in less than a minute or so.

Sighing, you set your head in the palm of your hand. For once, even once, you had wished things would go differently.

"Whatever is the matter, ______?" Italy asked, turning to face you.

You turned to the man seated next to you, your expression softening.

"Oh..well, nothing much, really." You murmered just loud enough for the italian to hear. It's not like it would have made much of a difference if you would have shouted at him. England and America were too busy poking and bickering at France to hear anybody else in the room. "It's just...havn't you noticed how these meetings never change? We never get anything accomplished until Germany starts barking orders at everyone. And even by then, there's barely enough time left to discuss everything that's going on in the world."
Before Italy could reply, Germany started yelling, right on que. You whipped your head over to the german man.

"Any questions?!" He yelled, looking around the room.

Before you could even register what he had said, your hand shot up into the air.

"Germany recognizes his friend _______!" He said, pointing a gloved finger in your direction.

Crap...

What were you going to say? You were stupid to think you could raise your hand and not have a single thing to say. And what with all the countries looking your way, it wasn't helping you any. You attempted to swallow a lump that began forming in your throat, looking around the room to try and think of something. Nothing seemed to help. The only things you saw that were even remotely helpful were the nations flags pinned up on the wall, England's drawings of everyone placed on each one they belonged to. Japans drawn and colored paper head placed on his rightfull flag, so on and so on. Just below that was a hockey stick rested on the ground, likely to be left by Canada from the last conference. You raised your hand into a fist, pounding it into the palm of your other one.

That was it.

You turned your head to Germany, looking him straight into his blue eyes.

"Look, I know we can all agree on this when I say- These meetings are getting us nowhere." You said, not taking your gaze away from his. "Am I right? All we do is bicker and debate on the stupidest things. Like how much Iggy's cooking sucks, or how much Russia scares Lithuania."

England coughed into his hand, looking away slightly. Russia turned his head towards Lithuania, the long brown haired man turning his head away from the russian man in fright.

"Havn't you, any of you, ever wanted a change?" You asked, now looking around the room. "I have an idea. Not all of you may like it, but that's why we're in a meeting, right? To vote on things we discuss."

Turning back to Germany, you gave him the most serious face you could think of, entwining both your hands together and setting them out infront of you. "I propose a tournament. A tournament of countries. Thirteen of us, including me, will pick a sport that's popular in their country. Each one of us will perform the famous sport, and the person with the most points at the very end wins. If anyone attempts to cheat, they're automatticly disqualified."

Uncomfortablly clearing your throat, you looked back down at the paperwork infront of you. "And..I suppose that's all.."

You wern't going to lie. It sounded a little better in your head.

But no one seemed to object to your idea. They just sat there, looking umungst themselves, seeming to be contimplating on whether or not it was worth it. Even Germany, who liked to shoot down ideas as soon as they were thrown out, seemed to ponder on it, his chin rested in his right hand. You looked over to Italy, a gleaming smile planted on his face. Not that this was any different from before, but it seemed a little...cheerier. Maybe things would finally change after all.

"What's in it for the winner?" America asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"What?" You asked, staring at the American.

"I agree with America." England spoke up, leaning forward slightly. "What's in it for the winner?"

Did you just hear what you thought you did? England..agreed with America?
You tilted your head, your (h/c) falling lightly off your shoulder. "Well..I guess I really hadn't..thought of that."

England and America looked at each other, whispering quietly enough so you couldn't hear them. What were they talking about? The british man slowly got up out of his chair, setting his glass, decorative teacup carefully on the saucer setting on the wooden table infront of him. He walked over to Germany, murmering something into his ear. The german perked up, turning his attention away from the britt and over to you. You shrunk back in your chair, not exactally liking the look that they were giving you now.

Mischevious smirks on countries meant chaos for everyone around them.

"It has been decided," Germany started, staring down at you beneath his black glasses. "That the vinner of the first annual county games vill get to choose one law that they vould like to make. Debating and argueing about it is futile, no matter how stupid it may be."

You let out a sigh of relief, sinking lower into your chair. Unless someone wanted world domination or an unlimited army of alpacas, you, and the rest of the world, would probably be fine.

"And.." He began once more, still keeping his icey gaze locked on yours.

..And? What did he mean and?

"A free night out vith you..." He murmered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he whipped his head towards the two contries sitting next to him, giving a small scowl. "If you agree to these conditions, I vill personally hand pick twelve countries to participate in the sporting events."

You shot up in your blue office chair, nearly topping out of it and onto the brown carpeted floor. Did you just hear him correctly? You turned your head towards America, who had his arms behind his head, legs resting on the table infront of him, and England, who continued to casually sip on his tea, trying not to look into your firey eyes.

You ran your hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair, gaze meeting the table once more.

"Vell?" The german asked, awaiting the answer you didn't quite want to respond to.

You didn't dare look up to all they eyes staring at you. Keeping your gaze down, you thought of how much you wanted to strangle America and England. You looked over to Italy, who gave you a concerned smile and a thumbs up for support. Even though this didn't make a lick of difference to your situation, it felt nice that your friend supported you all the way, no matter what decision you decided to make. Sighing, you looked up to see everyones anticipated looks that were cast upon you.

"Fine." You murmered, folding your arms and resting back in the cushioned chair. "I'll do it, if only to break the continuous procrasionated funk that we've all been in."

Germany nodded and rested his hand on the table infront of him, his blush dissolving away. "Then let the first annual country games begin."