#aph countries

England visibly sulked as their bosses came into his living room. Wales immediately went over to him, wanting to comfort his brother as much as possible. Scotland openly glared at the intruding individuals.

His glare hardened as they all but spat at Northern Ireland.

The blond was just making his way to the table where they were discussing things. His green eyes shone with irritation and what were undoubtedly tears that refused to fall. Can you not barge in uninvited? His look seemed to shout.

Of course, their bosses missed the look. Except for England's Queen and America's President.

"Well, how are the documents coming along?" England's Queen sounded irritated, herself. She looked over the sulking blond and gave his brothers apologetic looks. America's President did the same to his country and to Canada.

"We're letting them have something similar to our union." Wales almost regretted saying those words as he received scorn from certain countries' leaders.

Almost.

"What? You only told us to unify their countries in any way. You never specifically asked for us to kill one of them."

It was now their bosses who were sulking, mentally, as they grumbled about implications.

England just sat there, leaning comfortably on Wales' chest. He smiled and moved to give the elder a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." He whispered before going back to snuggling the elder's chest.

Wales sputtered and blushed, tightening his hold on his brother.

~Venice~

"Ve..." 

"Oh, stop with the depressed sighs, will you? He definitely doesn't hate you, so stop it, already!" 

"But, brother, I-" 

"Lovi's right!"

The brothers turned to look at the doorway to see Spain. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leant on the door frame. "You don't have to worry, Feli!" He said with a small smile.

"He loves you too much to hate you for something you never even wanted in the first place."

~London~

When their leaders finally left England's home, the countries collectively breathed out.

"Finally...! I thought they were never going to leave...!" Scotland sat beside Canada, hesitantly patting the quiet man's back. "Aye." He agreed before looking at his younger brothers. He smirked, before saying. "You alright there, Albion?"

Wales gave him a cold glare, which turned out to be a lot scarier than England's shouting and yelling. North Ireland rolled his eyes at their antics. "Stop teasing him, Alistor. You know how William can get."

Scotland just shrugged, leaning closer towards Canada.

France looked like a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He placed his head on America's left shoulder and just cuddled with the younger, now scarlet faced, nation.

China smiled at the relative peace they had achieved. Russia was mentally performing a victory dance.

~Moscow~

"I wonder how the others are holding up..." Lithuania whispered as he paced the kitchen. "You'll end up stressing yourself over nothing, you know?" Estonia didn't stop cleaning the dishes as he spoke.

"I wonder if that new country would want to be friends with me..." Latvia kept mumbling to himself as he finished sweeping the floor of the living room. He physically tensed a bit as Russia came inside.

The bigger nation tended to get violent if he were distressed...

"We're having a family dinner tonight." Russia said, looking like Christmas has officially come and stayed for good. He hummed a song his treasure used to sing for him in the day.

The Baltics simultaneously blinked several times before smiling. "So everything is fine, then?" Russia gave Lithuania a happy nod before going off to find his sisters.

~Venice~

China had literally just arrived in Venice. North Ireland had been the one to suggest coming to North Italy's beloved city.

He must miss him a lot... He thought with a fond smile. They easily make their way through the crowds, mindful of where they were supposed to turn and where they should just head straight.

North Ireland took a rather shaky breath as they arrived at their destination.

~Seoul~

"Hyung! There's a family meal right now!" 

"Where?" 

"At Arthur's place! We're going!"

North Korea sighed at his brother. "Do you have any idea how long it takes to travel from here to London?"

Honestly, he wondered how his brother would ever survive without him. "The dinner's at seven, London time. We have six hours! We can call Vlad or Lukas to teleport us!" Just as South Korea said those words, Romania popped into their living room.

"We're picking everyone up~" he said, motioning for them to stand beside him. "Next stop, Beijing~"

"But Yao's already there, isn't he?" South Korea complained, wanting to get to their family dinner as swiftly as possible. "We're picking up Leon." He seemed to visibly brighten at the mention of the younger nation.

"Let's go!"

~London~

"What should we make?" England asked as he placed pots, spatulas, knives, baking trays and mixing bowls on the counter.

"I think a cake should be on the list. We've a new member coming soon, after all." France suggested, bringing out the eggs, flour, beef, chicken, turkey and pork. "I could make some croissants and parfrait as well. Though the croissants would take time..."

"How about roasted meat? It's healthier than fried meat, right?" America somehow produced lemongrass and some other ingredients for roasting.

"We've already prepared the turkey and chicken for that." Wales announced, setting up the oven as Scotland looked through his recipe book.