Firestar: Hello all! I got the idea for this story from TheEmberGirl. She wrote her own fic about 50 games that were banned from world meetings and I would suggest reading it because I thought it was great! Anyways, this is one of my first times publishing a longer story so sorry if I do it wrong or it looks bad at all, but please let me know if you see anything that can be improved! Creative criticism is always welcome!

America: Yeah dudes, and remember, our little author over here doesn't own Hetalia or else we'd be in trouble!

Firestar: Yep. Wait! What is that supposed to mean?!

America: Nothing dude! On with the story!

Once in a while the nations' bosses like to have a week-long meeting… Which also means that the nations have to go along, and we all know how even one meeting turns out.

-At the UN Building-

"What's up dudes?!" America called out loudly as he arrived in the half full meeting room.

England massaged his temples. Oh, how it was going to be a long week. "Could we at least try to start this meeting with the intent of getting something done?" He asked in irritation.

"Haha! Whatever you say Iggy!" America yelled out, earning a 'Don't bloody call me that!' in response. America moved around the table and across from England where his seat was designated by a little plaque engraved with his name. He sat at the end of the table and right next to… uh, what's his face. America was sure he knew who was supposed to sit next to him but he just couldn't recall it. Maybe he saw the guy once? Oh well, he'd figure it out later but right now Pokémon was calling to him.

Japan had given him the newest edition to the ever-lasting series a week ago and America had yet to get past the fifth gym leader who always seemed to come up with a different combination of moves each time he challenged him. It was starting to get frustrating, but the hero wouldn't back down so easily.

And with that, America fell into a silence only broken by furious clicking sounds as he tried to speed past all of the incredibly boring text that he had heard hundreds of times before.

England couldn't help but shake his head at the young yet scarily powerful blue eyed nation. One moment he was loud and obnoxious but the next he was totally engrossed in a game and very nearly silent (except of course for the muttered string of curses when he lost again to the troublesome gym leader).

Averting his eyes from the blonde, England picked up his cup of still hot tea and sipped at it, enjoying the quiet before it could be broken. Unfortunately as soon as he thought this, the door burst open and in came three very loud and annoying someones, utterly destroying England's hopes for silence.

England sighed loudly as Prussia led the way, walking backwards in order to talk to both France and Spain, both of whom were grinning like idiots for some reason or another. England wasn't sure he wanted to know why. Just before he could rip his gaze away, which just may have earned him the right to be left alone, France caught his gaze and smiled wider, eyes sparkling mischievously.

Bloody hell. Was England's sole thought as France broke away from his friends and waltzed over to the quite displeased Brit. Was it really too much to ask for some peace and quiet?

Russia entered the room panting and out of breath. Almost immediately he slammed the door behind him and leaned against it with a fearful look on his face. Many of the closer nations that witnessed this were silently freaking out and backing away slowly. If Russia was scared, then it gave cause for everyone else to be scared as well… Though some didn't seem to see it this way.

"Haha! The Commie's scared! What is he scared of? A ghost?" America jeered. He then took a moment to process his own words.

"Wait. Oh God! Ghost!" He cried out, running and hiding behind England (whom had thankfully gotten away from France unscathed but mentally scarred), even though the Brit was closer to the door and the frantic Russian than America had been.

"Bloody git" England muttered as the terrified American frantically tried to explain to everyone who wasn't listening that he wasn't scared, but he was protecting Iggy because that's what Heroes do. No, America most definitely was not afraid.

"America, calm down" The addressed nation very nearly jumped out of his skin as he whipped his head around, shaking visibly as he tried to identify the speaker. His eyes landed on an almost invisible figure that, if he had taken more time, he may have recognized.

"Ghost!" America cried out, bolting past the frantic Russian and slamming the door to the meeting room wide open.

"Big brother~ Where are you? Don't you want to become one~?" An eerie voice called out, the echoes reverberating in the empty hallway.

"I know you're close~ You can't hide forever" Belarus called out from somewhere that was much too close for Russia's comfort. Unfortunately for the large nation, he wasn't able to find any effective hiding places for his body size in the meeting room.

"Found you~" Belarus cooed as she rounded the corner and saw her brother standing utterly panicked in the middle of the doorway.

"Leave me alone!" Russia cried out and bolted from the room with almost as much of a drive as America had, his long coat billowing behind him and leaving his sister in the dust.

"Let me become one with you big brother!" Belarus yelled after him, giving chase through the halls of the UN Building.

The scream that came not ten minutes after left everyone mentally scarred for life and without sleep for the next week.

Shortly after Russia disappeared, Germany and the Italian brothers entered the room. The blond looked around in confusion at the mess that the meeting room had been thrown into when Russia had tried to barricade the door.

"Russia" England explained when he noticed the confusion written on the German's face. The blond nodded but didn't seem any less confused, though he was soon snapped out of it when Italy latched onto his arm.

"Ve~ Germany, can we-a make pasta?" Italy asked, looking expectantly at Germany despite his eyes being closed.

Germany took a moment to look flustered before Romano stepped in. "You-a just had pasta fratello. And why would you-a ask the potato bastard?!" Romano continued his rant about pasta, the potato bastard, and tomatoes, which had somehow gotten thrown into the one-sided argument.

Spain, having arrived earlier, noticed Romano and made his way over to him, breaking away from his own one-sided conversation with Prussia about how awesome the ex-nation was. Needless to say, Romano didn't appreciate the new attention and turned his full force on the 'tomato bastard', allowing Germany and Italy to slip away.

Firestar: Sorry for the short and slightly odd chapter, I'm still trying to figure out how best to section my story without one chapter being too long or anything, but I hope you enjoyed it! And you can request for things you might want to see in future chapters, but I do have the next few already planned out so please be patient with me!

Japan: Author-san also does not own Pokemon, she just wanted to reference it because she finally got Pokemon X.

Firestar: Yeah, and it's awesome too! I like how they implemented new mechanics in it and actually allow you to customize your character, something that you unfortunately don't get to do in ORAS. *sigh*

Japan: Sorry author-san, they wanted it to be special to X and Y.

Firestar: So we might not see it in Sun and Moon?!

Japan: P-Please calm down author-san! It doesn't mean you won't see it in Sun and Moon, but it is up to the game developers.

Firestar: *sigh*

Japan: Sorry author-san. Since author-san can't end this chapter, please review, any criticism is welcome and requests are open. Arigato.