"What's a fangirl?"

"I don't know. Ask Japan."

"Hey, Japan, what's a fangirl?"

"A fan that's a girl, America-san."

"Oh! I get it now!"

"Finally."

The newest topic that the nations were discussing: Fangirls. Ever since an anime (which was NOT a cartoon, no matter what America said) had been made about them, they had gained something called a fanbase, (NOT a military base, no matter how much Russia insisted on bombing them) apparently a bunch of people who enjoyed watching the anime and made all kinds of weird things called Fanfiction and something called "fan-art," which Germany now said that they had to review to "appreciate" their fans more.

However, Japan said that the majority of their fans were "fangirls" and that he wouldn't be responsible for any mental harm done to the countries.

And now, they were reviewing this thing called "fanfiction," which were basically stories about them written by their fans.

Once again, Japan was not responsible for any mental harm.

"Hey, Japan, what does "ship" mean?"

"It means that they think that two people would be a good match for each other."

"Oh, so if they ship ketchup and hamburgers, they think that they would be good for each other?"

"Something like that."

"MY EYES! MY EYYYESS!"

"KOLKOLKOLKOLKOL"

Even France looked traumatized at he stared at the computer screen, gawking with the rest of his fellow countries.

"They ship me with the frog… They ship me with the frog…"

England was huddled in the corner, whimpering softly.

In the meantime, Germany was standing with one hand covering Italy's eyes, who seemed to be utterly confused.

"Ve~ Germany, what's wrong?"

"Nothing…"

Germany's face was a pasty white, and the normally composed German looked as if he was restraining the urge to throw up the lunch he had just had.

"So if it's nothing, I can see it, right?"

"NO!"

"Okay, okay."

China, however, was not amused. It was hard to be amused when you had Russia smiling behind your back, clutching his lead pipe very, very firmly.

"You saw this one about us, da?

"Sadly, aru."

"You know, these fangirls are getting on my nerves… Maybe I should do something about them…"

"..."

However, Japan and Hungary were just standing, apparently unaffected.

"Hey, Japan, we can add this to our yaoi hunt, right?"

"Ms. Hungary-san, don't mention it in front of other people…"

Meanwhile, America was staring at the screen, apparently shocked.

"Was.. Was this actually written by one of my citizens?"

The whole room went silent, no one actually wanted to respond. Or everyone was just too traumatized to answer.

BANG!

A very pissed Romano strutted in, a tomato in each hand, and surveyed the room.

"Pssh, it can't be THAT bad…"

He strode over to the computer, shoved aside Spain, who looked like he was about to die, and plopped down on the chair.

-THE FOLLOWING CONTENT HAS BEEN BLEEPED BECAUSE THE AUTHOR FOUND HERSELF NOT WANTING TO WRITE ANY SORT OF…. THAT STUFF-

As Romano finished reading the first chapter, his face went green, and he raced outside immediately to find a toilet.

He was in there for about an hour.

When he returned, however, the first thing that came out of his mouth was:

"WHAT WAS THAT? WHO WOULD WRITE THAT? MY EYES HAVE BEEN RUINED-"

And so he collapsed and crawled to a corner of the room, whimpering softly for Grandpa Rome.

"So… um… Germany… can I look now?"

"NO!"

One person who found this very entertaining, however, was Prussia.

He spent the next world meeting retelling all the fanfictions that they saw, much to the disgust of the other countries.

"So like, in this story, France was making out with England, you know? And like really making out, and in this other story, West was in this one with something called and OC, and there were a lot of these OC things, and apparently West and her got married, and then there was something with like Romano and Spain that the awesome me doesn't want to talk about, and in this other one, Austria and Hungary were kinda just-"

KONG!

A very pissed off Austria glared at Prussia, who now had a massive lump forming on his head.

"Mr. Austria, please refrain from using my frying pan..."

"AGAIN? WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN?"

"Because that isn't the only type of fanfiction out there-"

"NO! I REFUSE! MY MIND HAS BEEN SCARRED!"

"For the last time, it isn't the only type of fanfiction out there-"

Germany was tired. Of course, Japan had to conveniently forget about putting the filters on, and click on the all M-rated links that he had seen while Germany was dealing with Italy and his brother. And now nobody wanted to read fanfiction anymore. The solution? Bribes and telling everybody that Japan would be responsible for all mental harm done to their minds.

And that was how all the nations ended up in front of the computer, muttering choice curse words in their own languages while Germany made sure to turn the filters on, and clicked on a link.

Hopefully, this one would change their opinions a bit.

.o0o..o0o..o0o..o0o..o0o..o0o..o0o.

Loud sobbing noises were audible from outside the meeting room, confusing much of the staff in the hotel. Loudest of all was America, who was wailing loudly about how heartbreaking it was too see a fellow nation die, while the nation who died in the story was creating a salt water lake around himself, also wailing about his "feels."

Everyone swarmed Denmark and begged him never to go outside again, that he could live in Finland's underground city, with Sweden as a bodyguard, and that America would provide six tons of missiles to protect him from everything and anything, and that he would have to wear two bio-hazard suits everywhere he went.

Spain glanced over at Romano, who was blowing his nose and trying not to be seen.

"Roma, are you crying?"

Romano glanced over and promptly yelled, "I'm not crying!" while tears were streaming down his face. "What are you talking about, bastard?"

Spain didn't bother to correct him. He was also busy sobbing.

Russia, on the other hand, merely looked bored and asked when he could leave, because everybody was annoying him. He promptly left the meeting room, dragging China ("Let go of me, aru!") outside.

Needless to say, half the countries missed their flights back because they were still clinging to Denmark, begging him not to go outside anymore.

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