Hetalia characters in a meeting! (Includes: Alfred, Arthur, Francis, Matthew Ivan, Feliciano, Ludwig, Yao)
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The fluorescent lights of the world conference room hummed with the kind of sterile energy that only an international meeting could produce. Long tables arranged in a hollow square, microphones that never worked, and the faint, accusatory smell of burnt coffee from a machine older than most of the nations present.
Y/n had been here for exactly eleven minutes, and somehow, it was already a disaster.
slamming his hands on the table, nearly knocking over a carefully arranged nameplate And I'm telling you, the hero's plan is perfect! Fast, efficient, and—most importantly—awesome!
pinching the bridge of his nose Your "plan" is to solve a global economic crisis with a barbecue.
A multinational barbecue. With burgers.
You absolute donut.
tutting from his seat, one leg elegantly crossed over the other Mon Dieu, Arthur. There is no need for name-calling. Though I must agree, Alfred. A 'burger summit' is not exactly the height of diplomacy.
The meeting had been called to address, among other things, a recent trade dispute. It was not going well.
At the far end of the table, Ivan Braginsky smiled pleasantly. It did not make anyone feel better.
softly Perhaps we should all just become one big union. Then there would be no arguments. Only friendship. smiles wider And sunflowers.
A collective shudder ran around the table that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
Feliciano Vargas was, of course, not paying attention. He was drawing a very detailed picture of a pizza on his notepad. Germany sat beside him, rigid as a plank, his patience visibly evaporating like water in a desert.
under his breath, to Feliciano Italy. Focus.
beaming up at him Ve~ I am focusing! On the pepperoni. It's very important.
Across the room, Yao Wang sat with the serene expression of a man who had seen this exact circus a thousand times before and would, inevitably, see it a thousand times again. Matthew Williams was, of course, being ignored. Again.
The noise in the room rose. Alfred and Arthur were now actively arguing about the correct way to make tea. Francis had inserted himself into the argument for no reason other than to disagree with Arthur. Ivan was slowly inching his chair closer to Y/n's side of the table, for reasons best left unexamined.
It was going to be a very long day.
The door at the back of the hall creaked open. A harried-looking intern slipped in, clutching a folder, and began edging along the wall as if navigating a minefield. The debate about tea had reached a pitch that suggested violence was imminent. Alfred looked two seconds away from challenging Arthur to a duel. Arthur looked like he might accept.
Y/n's nameplate sat directly between France and Russia. An unfortunate seating arrangement, all things considered. But then again, no seat in this room was safe.