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  I walked around the house, trying to find the room. The room where the World Conference was being held.

  Right now.

  I decided to just let my feet carry me, until I heard voices. A lot of voices. I think I found it. I stood in front of the door that looked like so many of the others, and pulled a chair out of nowhere and put it beneath the handles of the door. Getting down on my stomach, I leaned my ear to the ground.
  They haven't noticed the sounds I made. The ruckus themselves were making drowning it out. Lovely. I stood and walked to the door to the right, beside the conference room. I was still only 3'9", so I couldn't reach the ventilation system without the help of a tall backed chair, leaning against the wall.
  I leaned my elbows on the wall, on my tippy-toes, and cupped my mouth with my hands. I could hear the conference ruckus as if I were there, so I suppose they could hear me to, if I were loud enough.
Lovely.
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  She screamed bloody murder straight at the vent, causing everyone in the room to quiet down considerably.
  Inside, England, France, and several others were still standing either defensively or in the rip-out-your-throat-and-feed-it-to-your-stomach type of thing.
  Then England, not standing the wax museum feel of it all, said "What in the bloody-hell was that?!"
  "I don't know, lets scream something bac-", before France could finish, a voice came floating into the room.
  "Well, welcome to Burger King, this is Queen, how may I take your order?"
  Suddenly, America's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Can we get super-sized?!"
  "Well of course you may. Now what would you like to have? May I interest you in our afternoon special of 'super-size me silly'?"
  "YES, I would like to have the ~put random fast food~ and the ~and some more~!!!!!!"
  By the time he finished, everyone was covering their ears, trying to block the fast talking, motor mouth American.
  "Excuse me, kind sir, but can you repeat that for me?"
  "Well sure thing! ~etc, etc.~!!! Did you get that?"
  Everyone was covering their ears still, but you could see a slight redness, until they whiped it clean, and , clenching their teeth, silently begged the voice not to ask again.
  "I'm sorry,"
   At this, everyone was confused by the electric-y sound the voice had.
  "but your message has either disconnected or hung up. Please try your call again."
  "Wait! What about my order?!" America sobbed.
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  "Wait! What about my order!?" you heard the annoying, idiot sobb. Cute.
  "That isn't cute! Why did you have to say that?" I shouted, plucking my pocketknife from my boot/converse. "Well its not my fault you can hear inside my head!" I sort of shouted back. Of course, I do this arguing with myself thing everyday, so I knew it was convincing. "Well, then, if you think its cute, why did you disconnect!?" I retorted, picking out the screwdriver attachment on my pocketknife.
  "Because I felt like it, kinda like eating the cookies!"
          235656                                 2098467250 96                0987520986                       92586720596
  ''Gasp, you ate my COOKIES?!"
  "What are you talking about, those were my cookies!"
  "You buttoski-ape, you ate them!"
  "So what? Its inside of OUR BODY!"
  Everyone's heads were lolling and they had the feeling of air going into your brain at the thought that they might have caused this by fighting so much. They then heard the sound of what seemed like metal crashing down.
  "The cookies- AHHHH!"
  "WHAT?!"
  "The dinosaur, it escaped, RUN, IT'S GODZILLA!!!!!!!"
  They heard pounding, and oddly enough, scratching, something heavy, and getting closer.
  Japan screamed. Everyone scrambled around crazily, trying to identify the place the noise came from.
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  "Hahaha, can't catch me, can't catch me 'cause I'm the gingerbread man." I muttered under my breath into a voice changer-amplifier-thing.
  "HAHAHA! CAN'T CATCH ME, CAN'T CATCH ME 'CAUSE I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!!!" A growly, low voice rang out, causing my ears to hurt.
  "Ah, it's closing in on us!"
  "Us? You mean me."
  "Since there's to of us in my head, it's WE!" I faked argued with myself, making realistic noises of running, and of the dinosaur that was supposedly in pursuit. I even started an alarm, that says self destruct, and came up to the end of the vent, straight into the conference room.
  Quickly undoing the screws, the grate now propped against the inside of the vent, I used the mechanical voice again to say, after turning off the sirens abruptly, "Self destruct initiated. Setting preparations now."
  I continued the dinosaurs feet, pulling a bazooka from the same place I got the chair. I quickly took out the powder, making the explosion non-existent. Then I took aim.
  I aimed carefully. I aimed for the center of the room, so everyone saw it, but the guys that seemed serious in their army suits could identify it first. And, since Iggy, or England, had received a 'hurricane' warning, he boarded up the windows. So, they will all run toward the door, which was locked, while I jump inside of the armuor Iggy received yesterday. I took aim...
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  They looked around. The noise had stopped. Germany stood stiffly, letting his eyes wonder around the room freely. He heard something like a wrapping paper card board swords hitting one another.
  That's when he saw it. A bazooka bullet. Right in the middle of the room.
  "Self destruct in place. All personnel please stay away from the building."
  "RUN!" Germany shouted, running and scrambling, something he wouldn't do at all, with everyone else toward the door. He turned the knob, naturally being the first one to the door, and pushed. It wouldn't open.
  They were stuck.
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  I scrambled onto the shelf, way up high, on a stupid animal horse thing. It started toppling off the shelf, and I made sure to keeping my mouth shut as I made a dive for the ground, rolling with the force of impact. I got on my feet, and headed straight for the armuor, opened the door, and got inside, leaving a crack to see how they could act at my, hmm.... savatoge. The other countries all were looking fear stricken, while one with bob cut black hair, a serious face, and a white navy uniform, Japan, was on his knee's, saying a foreign prayer.
  France, my brother, was crying with another country that looked like someone stupid and weak, no doubt Northern Italy, and saying how he hadn't turned me yet. Stupid...
  Everyone else was wither arguing with one of the serious countries, trying to open the door. Hmm...
  "It isn't gonna go off, you know." My head turned toward the table, were a girl sat, around my age.
  She had a book at her feet, I'm guessing Warriors(hint hint!), and had her face in her make-shift pillow, her arms. She had hair to her shoulders and was a dirty blond color. Her eyes were a stormy, literally STORMY, blue, and her nose was definitely Russian. Her cheekbones, however, were aristocratic, like an Austrian. She must be the other new country I was supposed to meet, or, that's what my brother said anyway. She had a pair of long socks, tye-dye in color, that went past her knee's, while her black dress went around the top of them(the knee, not socks.). She also had a wicked pair of combat boots, original in color, that I would love to have. Her accessories were little, only a heart charm on her neck and a green neon watch, right wrist. So she was right handed, hmmm....
  I could tell that, when we met officially, we would be best friends(I would soon find out that we were more like twins ^^).
  "Atlantis, were you asleep the whole time?" Germany asked.
  "You betcha. Up until 'the voice' started to say self destruct or whatever." she got out over a yawn, air quoting 'the voice' with her fingers.
  I inwardly sighed. Well, almost. I was keeping it quite, though, so it was ok.
  "So, are you sure it isn't going off, Atlantis?" My brother asked anxiously.
  "Of course I'm sure, it doesn't have any powder in it what-so-ever. False alarm, literally." she said over another yawn. Gosh, pretty fast thinker and observer, too. Oh, the havoc we could rein if we where a pair...(I soon get my wish. hint hint ^^)
  "Well now that that's done," Japan said, straitening his frazzled appearance, "France, why don't you introduce your sibling, the new country you told us of."
  "Why, yes I would, but-"
  That was my que. I burst through the door of my hiding place and shouted, getting everyone's attention, "HEY, you guys won't believe where I've been, I was in NARNIA!"
  Everyone stared at me blankly, the girl slowly shaking her head as she, with everyone else, took in my disheveled appearance, until England broke the silence by saying, "Where you really?"
  "Yes, were else could I have been for so long? I mean, I've been in there for DAYS!"
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  "You've been in that armuor the WHOLE time?!" France shrieked shrilly.
  "No! I've been in NARNIA!" the girl said back. She was standing casually, though defensive, obviously used to arguing with Francis, her brother as I learned. The conference was, apparently, postponed to next year.
  Her country, Liege Soleiverre, was in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, on an island. This would explain her appearance while in Europe, which is cold and rainy. Instead, she was wearing cloths ment for tropical climates. She was wearing short, pale, jean shorts, white converse boots that were drawn all over with black sharpy, and a white tank, with only a black cord with a wester crucifix on it for accessory. She had bid-back dark hair that looked like a moody boys, with long bangs. She looked dark, but not recently under the sun. I was darker than her. Maybe it was winter in her country.
  "Kote, stop arguing with me!" France said firmly.
  "Kote, stop arguing with me!" She said snidely back, obviously coping her brothers tone.
  "Stop it!"
  "Stop it!"
  "Grr!" France was pulling his hair at this point of the argument.
  "Grr!" Kote imitated her brother, and sat down haughtily. I giggled and looked at my brothers, Russia and Austria. Russia was sitting by himself in a corner, while Austria left, looking for a piano. Both of them were in their teens, not much older than me, or Kote, now that I think about it. France was only slightly older, closer to Englands age.

  Mind you after her little 'argument' with her brother, she walked among the rest of the countries. Occasionally stopping to annoy a few. Me, I was watching but still sitting with my book now, facing out of the crowd.

  Kote finally made her way through and was standing in front of me. I took no notice, for once I had my earphones in as well as the book, I didn't really notice much. She forced my book into my lap, demanding attention, yet being careful not to wrinkle the paper.
  "Hmm, yes, what...who are you?" I said taking out my earphones, I bet you could hear it from at least a five meters away from me, that how loud it was.
  "Hi! I'm Kote!!" she said excitedly.
  For some reason or another, I was very tired so I answered very unenthusiastically, "Ahh, your the new country aren't you? Pleased to meet you I'm Atlantis."
  "Kewl! I'm gonna call you Atlante, then!" she said. 'Oh, now I have a nickname.' I thought. I could tell if I weren't so tired I would be just as excited.
  "Ok," I said, "your name is Kote, correct?"
  "Yeah!! Why are you so tired?!" she badgered me, literally.
  "...no coffee...gay arse coffee maker!!!" I growled.
  "Well, I have candy, will that do?!" she suggested.

  "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU PLAY A COUNTRY SONG BACKWARDS~!!!" We belted at the top of our lungs after practically inhaling the candy, and belting quite a few songs ago. It was only after about two songs though, when we had everyone's attention on us. Then...Austria walked in...
  "What is that racket!?" he exclaimed disparagingly, then, "Atlantis!! That was YOU!!"
  This, not dampening our stride of gaily singing power, we started to sing the next song that came on our I-pod, which, speaking of gay...
  "YOU!" we sing in harmony, pointing at the poor Austrian man, "I WANNA TAKE YA TO A GAY BAR!"
  Well, after much singing, France joining in, forced dancing, and much excitement and rather random, yet nice, chaos, the poor Austrian regained his breath from all of his objections, shouts, and random accusations and profanities and he was finally getting to the point he left his piano to make. But, before he gets the chance, I give him a sarcastic glace and said, this was going to get me grounded.
  "Yes, it was, do you have a slight problem with it?"
  "Yes!" He exclaimed, "I do have a problem!"
  "Yes, you do have a problem, in your head!" I yelled, Kote & I laughing our butts off, along with a few other daring, or not, countries.
  Then another song popped up and we sang again this time the song was(sorry, Atlantie, but I thought this one covered a more wide range.) 'Bohemian Rapsody' by Queen. This impressed most countries with our voices. Later on a particular chorus part in fact. But alas, my brother, Austria, being the uncool one, drug me out cursing as he was walking. I quickly looked back and waved with a mischievous grin on my face.
  "Bye!!" I shout.
  "TTFN!!" I heard her shout back. 'What the griffin?!! Oh well, I hope I get to meet her again.'
  My thought was true, but at a very peculiar part of time it was when we met(I'm posting another story "Pirates" were we meet again! Be sure to read it!! If I post it...). But when I got back to my house, Austria grounded me then left, and lets just say I didn't stay grounded very long. But that was quite an enjoyable first world conference for me!!!!
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  I was still grinning from the confused look on Atlantie's face from the famous goodbye saying from Winnie the Pooh's Tigger. HA!! I then proceeded to walk around the room, slowly loosing my giddy feeling, smile slipping from my lips. I started singing at random, not really caring what came out of my mouth, and instead of an upbeat tempo, it was somber, soft, low, creep, and slightly angry.
  'When the world stops turning
and your blood is spilt on me
just who will turn around
and stare at the sun.
Who will go in my place
to take that empty space
resounding in my head
When everyone is dead.'
  Everyone was either crying over dramatically, or were turning away, as if to leave. I was staring at a random, now boarded window, thinking about what to make for dinner. For myself, only. I'd have to go to the market first of course...
  'Don't worry about me
for I am fine.
Take the spoon
and stir the wine.
It's ok to leave me here
before I can hear
how much I want
for who wanted it.
Of their own design.'
  I just come to the decision of pasta when I feel a coat brush against my bare arm. I flinched instinctively,(it explains my OC's backround in "Pirates"!!) before turning to the person. He had pale hair, kind purple eyes, and a fake smile. He'd stopped beside me as I was singing at my now favorite part.
  'Now, flower, take me away
for the knife I held is gone for now
and heading for the door
I swing my bottle round
and like I had before
knocked down the bars.'
  I don't know what it ment, excatly, but I liked the sound of it on my tounge. He smiled at me and started singing a new verse.
'Even though it was gone
it will come back
and the sorrows come.
The bars will be returned
and your body burned.
Don't let that touch you, flower,
for it was never real.
Let this song take you far
and even farther still.'
  Then he sang what I later decided was the refrain, for the song was burned in my brain, and would never go away.
  'Hey, flower, are you real.
Don't let the world go free
for your body isn't
but your soul is as it should be.
Take the road farthest south
'til you meet the end.
For, flower, I am there
so don't go seething in.'
  I smiled weakly at him, touched his freezing hand with my own in a sign of understanding, and left. I forgot all about picking up diner so I just mad some hot cocoa and sat on my porch in the warmth of the cool sun.

~END. What are you still reading for?

Description
  I walked around the house, trying to find the room. The room where the World Conference was being held.

  Right now.

  I decided to just let my feet carry me, until I heard voices. A lot of voices. I think I found it. I stood in front of the door that looked like so many of the others, and pulled a chair out of nowhere and put it beneath the handles of the door. Getting down on my stomach, I leaned my ear to the ground.
  They haven't noticed the sounds I made. The ruckus themselves were making drowning it out. Lovely. I stood and walked to the door to the right, beside the conference room. I was still only 3'9", so I couldn't reach the ventilation system without the help of a tall backed chair, leaning against the wall.
  I leaned my elbows on the wall, on my tippy-toes, and cupped my mouth with my hands. I could hear the conference ruckus as if I were there, so I suppose they could hear me to, if I were loud enough.
Lovely.
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  She screamed bloody murder straight at the vent, causing everyone in the room to quiet down considerably.
  Inside, England, France, and several others were still standing either defensively or in the rip-out-your-throat-and-feed-it-to-your-stomach type of thing.
  Then England, not standing the wax museum feel of it all, said "What in the bloody-hell was that?!"
  "I don't know, lets scream something bac-", before France could finish, a voice came floating into the room.
  "Well, welcome to Burger King, this is Queen, how may I take your order?"
  Suddenly, America's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Can we get super-sized?!"
  "Well of course you may. Now what would you like to have? May I interest you in our afternoon special of 'super-size me silly'?"
  "YES, I would like to have the ~put random fast food~ and the ~and some more~!!!!!!"
  By the time he finished, everyone was covering their ears, trying to block the fast talking, motor mouth American.
  "Excuse me, kind sir, but can you repeat that for me?"
  "Well sure thing! ~etc, etc.~!!! Did you get that?"
  Everyone was covering their ears still, but you could see a slight redness, until they whiped it clean, and , clenching their teeth, silently begged the voice not to ask again.
  "I'm sorry,"
   At this, everyone was confused by the electric-y sound the voice had.
  "but your message has either disconnected or hung up. Please try your call again."
  "Wait! What about my order?!" America sobbed.
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  "Wait! What about my order!?" you heard the annoying, idiot sobb. Cute.
  "That isn't cute! Why did you have to say that?" I shouted, plucking my pocketknife from my boot/converse. "Well its not my fault you can hear inside my head!" I sort of shouted back. Of course, I do this arguing with myself thing everyday, so I knew it was convincing. "Well, then, if you think its cute, why did you disconnect!?" I retorted, picking out the screwdriver attachment on my pocketknife.
  "Because I felt like it, kinda like eating the cookies!"
          235656                                 2098467250 96                0987520986                       92586720596
  ''Gasp, you ate my COOKIES?!"
  "What are you talking about, those were my cookies!"
  "You buttoski-ape, you ate them!"
  "So what? Its inside of OUR BODY!"
  Everyone's heads were lolling and they had the feeling of air going into your brain at the thought that they might have caused this by fighting so much. They then heard the sound of what seemed like metal crashing down.
  "The cookies- AHHHH!"
  "WHAT?!"
  "The dinosaur, it escaped, RUN, IT'S GODZILLA!!!!!!!"
  They heard pounding, and oddly enough, scratching, something heavy, and getting closer.
  Japan screamed. Everyone scrambled around crazily, trying to identify the place the noise came from.
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  "Hahaha, can't catch me, can't catch me 'cause I'm the gingerbread man." I muttered under my breath into a voice changer-amplifier-thing.
  "HAHAHA! CAN'T CATCH ME, CAN'T CATCH ME 'CAUSE I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!!!" A growly, low voice rang out, causing my ears to hurt.
  "Ah, it's closing in on us!"
  "Us? You mean me."
  "Since there's to of us in my head, it's WE!" I faked argued with myself, making realistic noises of running, and of the dinosaur that was supposedly in pursuit. I even started an alarm, that says self destruct, and came up to the end of the vent, straight into the conference room.
  Quickly undoing the screws, the grate now propped against the inside of the vent, I used the mechanical voice again to say, after turning off the sirens abruptly, "Self destruct initiated. Setting preparations now."
  I continued the dinosaurs feet, pulling a bazooka from the same place I got the chair. I quickly took out the powder, making the explosion non-existent. Then I took aim.
  I aimed carefully. I aimed for the center of the room, so everyone saw it, but the guys that seemed serious in their army suits could identify it first. And, since Iggy, or England, had received a 'hurricane' warning, he boarded up the windows. So, they will all run toward the door, which was locked, while I jump inside of the armuor Iggy received yesterday. I took aim...
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  They looked around. The noise had stopped. Germany stood stiffly, letting his eyes wonder around the room freely. He heard something like a wrapping paper card board swords hitting one another.
  That's when he saw it. A bazooka bullet. Right in the middle of the room.
  "Self destruct in place. All personnel please stay away from the building."
  "RUN!" Germany shouted, running and scrambling, something he wouldn't do at all, with everyone else toward the door. He turned the knob, naturally being the first one to the door, and pushed. It wouldn't open.
  They were stuck.
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  I scrambled onto the shelf, way up high, on a stupid animal horse thing. It started toppling off the shelf, and I made sure to keeping my mouth shut as I made a dive for the ground, rolling with the force of impact. I got on my feet, and headed straight for the armuor, opened the door, and got inside, leaving a crack to see how they could act at my, hmm.... savatoge. The other countries all were looking fear stricken, while one with bob cut black hair, a serious face, and a white navy uniform, Japan, was on his knee's, saying a foreign prayer.
  France, my brother, was crying with another country that looked like someone stupid and weak, no doubt Northern Italy, and saying how he hadn't turned me yet. Stupid...
  Everyone else was wither arguing with one of the serious countries, trying to open the door. Hmm...
  "It isn't gonna go off, you know." My head turned toward the table, were a girl sat, around my age.
  She had a book at her feet, I'm guessing Warriors(hint hint!), and had her face in her make-shift pillow, her arms. She had hair to her shoulders and was a dirty blond color. Her eyes were a stormy, literally STORMY, blue, and her nose was definitely Russian. Her cheekbones, however, were aristocratic, like an Austrian. She must be the other new country I was supposed to meet, or, that's what my brother said anyway. She had a pair of long socks, tye-dye in color, that went past her knee's, while her black dress went around the top of them(the knee, not socks.). She also had a wicked pair of combat boots, original in color, that I would love to have. Her accessories were little, only a heart charm on her neck and a green neon watch, right wrist. So she was right handed, hmmm....
  I could tell that, when we met officially, we would be best friends(I would soon find out that we were more like twins ^^).
  "Atlantis, were you asleep the whole time?" Germany asked.
  "You betcha. Up until 'the voice' started to say self destruct or whatever." she got out over a yawn, air quoting 'the voice' with her fingers.
  I inwardly sighed. Well, almost. I was keeping it quite, though, so it was ok.
  "So, are you sure it isn't going off, Atlantis?" My brother asked anxiously.
  "Of course I'm sure, it doesn't have any powder in it what-so-ever. False alarm, literally." she said over another yawn. Gosh, pretty fast thinker and observer, too. Oh, the havoc we could rein if we where a pair...(I soon get my wish. hint hint ^^)
  "Well now that that's done," Japan said, straitening his frazzled appearance, "France, why don't you introduce your sibling, the new country you told us of."
  "Why, yes I would, but-"
  That was my que. I burst through the door of my hiding place and shouted, getting everyone's attention, "HEY, you guys won't believe where I've been, I was in NARNIA!"
  Everyone stared at me blankly, the girl slowly shaking her head as she, with everyone else, took in my disheveled appearance, until England broke the silence by saying, "Where you really?"
  "Yes, were else could I have been for so long? I mean, I've been in there for DAYS!"
               8765             (Stacy's, or Antlantis' POV)          979876786
  "You've been in that armuor the WHOLE time?!" France shrieked shrilly.
  "No! I've been in NARNIA!" the girl said back. She was standing casually, though defensive, obviously used to arguing with Francis, her brother as I learned. The conference was, apparently, postponed to next year.
  Her country, Liege Soleiverre, was in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, on an island. This would explain her appearance while in Europe, which is cold and rainy. Instead, she was wearing cloths ment for tropical climates. She was wearing short, pale, jean shorts, white converse boots that were drawn all over with black sharpy, and a white tank, with only a black cord with a wester crucifix on it for accessory. She had bid-back dark hair that looked like a moody boys, with long bangs. She looked dark, but not recently under the sun. I was darker than her. Maybe it was winter in her country.
  "Kote, stop arguing with me!" France said firmly.
  "Kote, stop arguing with me!" She said snidely back, obviously coping her brothers tone.
  "Stop it!"
  "Stop it!"
  "Grr!" France was pulling his hair at this point of the argument.
  "Grr!" Kote imitated her brother, and sat down haughtily. I giggled and looked at my brothers, Russia and Austria. Russia was sitting by himself in a corner, while Austria left, looking for a piano. Both of them were in their teens, not much older than me, or Kote, now that I think about it. France was only slightly older, closer to Englands age.

  Mind you after her little 'argument' with her brother, she walked among the rest of the countries. Occasionally stopping to annoy a few. Me, I was watching but still sitting with my book now, facing out of the crowd.

  Kote finally made her way through and was standing in front of me. I took no notice, for once I had my earphones in as well as the book, I didn't really notice much. She forced my book into my lap, demanding attention, yet being careful not to wrinkle the paper.
  "Hmm, yes, what...who are you?" I said taking out my earphones, I bet you could hear it from at least a five meters away from me, that how loud it was.
  "Hi! I'm Kote!!" she said excitedly.
  For some reason or another, I was very tired so I answered very unenthusiastically, "Ahh, your the new country aren't you? Pleased to meet you I'm Atlantis."
  "Kewl! I'm gonna call you Atlante, then!" she said. 'Oh, now I have a nickname.' I thought. I could tell if I weren't so tired I would be just as excited.
  "Ok," I said, "your name is Kote, correct?"
  "Yeah!! Why are you so tired?!" she badgered me, literally.
  "...no coffee...gay arse coffee maker!!!" I growled.
  "Well, I have candy, will that do?!" she suggested.

  "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU PLAY A COUNTRY SONG BACKWARDS~!!!" We belted at the top of our lungs after practically inhaling the candy, and belting quite a few songs ago. It was only after about two songs though, when we had everyone's attention on us. Then...Austria walked in...
  "What is that racket!?" he exclaimed disparagingly, then, "Atlantis!! That was YOU!!"
  This, not dampening our stride of gaily singing power, we started to sing the next song that came on our I-pod, which, speaking of gay...
  "YOU!" we sing in harmony, pointing at the poor Austrian man, "I WANNA TAKE YA TO A GAY BAR!"
  Well, after much singing, France joining in, forced dancing, and much excitement and rather random, yet nice, chaos, the poor Austrian regained his breath from all of his objections, shouts, and random accusations and profanities and he was finally getting to the point he left his piano to make. But, before he gets the chance, I give him a sarcastic glace and said, this was going to get me grounded.
  "Yes, it was, do you have a slight problem with it?"
  "Yes!" He exclaimed, "I do have a problem!"
  "Yes, you do have a problem, in your head!" I yelled, Kote & I laughing our butts off, along with a few other daring, or not, countries.
  Then another song popped up and we sang again this time the song was(sorry, Atlantie, but I thought this one covered a more wide range.) 'Bohemian Rapsody' by Queen. This impressed most countries with our voices. Later on a particular chorus part in fact. But alas, my brother, Austria, being the uncool one, drug me out cursing as he was walking. I quickly looked back and waved with a mischievous grin on my face.
  "Bye!!" I shout.
  "TTFN!!" I heard her shout back. 'What the griffin?!! Oh well, I hope I get to meet her again.'
  My thought was true, but at a very peculiar part of time it was when we met(I'm posting another story "Pirates" were we meet again! Be sure to read it!! If I post it...). But when I got back to my house, Austria grounded me then left, and lets just say I didn't stay grounded very long. But that was quite an enjoyable first world conference for me!!!!
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  I was still grinning from the confused look on Atlantie's face from the famous goodbye saying from Winnie the Pooh's Tigger. HA!! I then proceeded to walk around the room, slowly loosing my giddy feeling, smile slipping from my lips. I started singing at random, not really caring what came out of my mouth, and instead of an upbeat tempo, it was somber, soft, low, creep, and slightly angry.
  'When the world stops turning
and your blood is spilt on me
just who will turn around
and stare at the sun.
Who will go in my place
to take that empty space
resounding in my head
When everyone is dead.'
  Everyone was either crying over dramatically, or were turning away, as if to leave. I was staring at a random, now boarded window, thinking about what to make for dinner. For myself, only. I'd have to go to the market first of course...
  'Don't worry about me
for I am fine.
Take the spoon
and stir the wine.
It's ok to leave me here
before I can hear
how much I want
for who wanted it.
Of their own design.'
  I just come to the decision of pasta when I feel a coat brush against my bare arm. I flinched instinctively,(it explains my OC's backround in "Pirates"!!) before turning to the person. He had pale hair, kind purple eyes, and a fake smile. He'd stopped beside me as I was singing at my now favorite part.
  'Now, flower, take me away
for the knife I held is gone for now
and heading for the door
I swing my bottle round
and like I had before
knocked down the bars.'
  I don't know what it ment, excatly, but I liked the sound of it on my tounge. He smiled at me and started singing a new verse.
'Even though it was gone
it will come back
and the sorrows come.
The bars will be returned
and your body burned.
Don't let that touch you, flower,
for it was never real.
Let this song take you far
and even farther still.'
  Then he sang what I later decided was the refrain, for the song was burned in my brain, and would never go away.
  'Hey, flower, are you real.
Don't let the world go free
for your body isn't
but your soul is as it should be.
Take the road farthest south
'til you meet the end.
For, flower, I am there
so don't go seething in.'
  I smiled weakly at him, touched his freezing hand with my own in a sign of understanding, and left. I forgot all about picking up diner so I just mad some hot cocoa and sat on my porch in the warmth of the cool sun.

~END. What are you still reading for?