Disclaimer: I don't own APH.

AN: I'm insane. Those of you who've read my other stuff know this and those of you who are new will quite quickly figure that out. I'm insane because I'm starting yet another story...I need like fifteen more hours in each day already! Well, I'm doing this regardless. I don't want to forget about this plot!

Also, I'm self teaching Russian, so I'm hoping it's correct, but I might not always be. If I'm wrong, please correct me!

America was doodling on a piece of paper, not listening as Germany droned on and on without promise of stopping. He'd get copies of Matt's notes later. He glanced over at Matt and saw that Matt was quietly talking to Prussia. Ixnay on that. He'd steal Arthur's notes for his boss. His eyes flicked over to England and saw that England was smiling because Japan was resting his head on his shoulder. Japan was asleep. Two more people down. Whose notes could he get to give his boss?

Alfred sighed. He'd have to take Germany's notes, unless Germany hadn't taken notes because he was giving the speech. So, basically, his boss was going to be disappointed with him.

Alfred's eyes alighted on Spain. Spain was taking notes!

And passing said notes to Romano, who blushed before punching him. So much for that.

"And so, I believe it would be beneficial for everyone if—"

"Excuse me? Germany?"

Alfred glanced up from his new drawing of Germany with his mouth taped shut. Russia was standing up, smiling slightly. His pipe was in his hand ominously, but he looked slightly harmless. Maybe it was the absence of his scary overcoat. He was wearing a nice suit, with his scarf tossed over as if an afterthought. It was an unusual contrast; the tasteful black pants and jacket over a dark grey shirt and his white-tan scarf. All those neutrals wouldn't work on most people, but with Ivan, it worked somehow.

Alfred mentally slapped himself. Why was he ogling Russia? Luckily, Russia hadn't noticed. Unfortunately, he'd been talking to Germany about what he wanted to announce. So, Alfred had no clue why Russia was walking to the front of the room.

No, scratch that last bit. He was walking over to…Alfred? What? Alfred tried to mentally steel himself. What could Russia want? And Russia was smiling…what was going on?

"Alfred," Russia said, smiling broadly.

"America," Alfred corrected.

Russia's smile didn't falter. "I know your name, silly Alfred."

Alfred looked up at Russia, not liking the arrangement. He did not like that Russia towered over him and was still grinning. "Well, get on with it, Russia."

Russia didn't flinch from the daggers Alfred was sending him or from the highly enunciated name. "You act rashly, Дa? Please hear me out, Alfred. You will do that for me?"

Russia's eyes were very odd. Alfred hadn't noticed that before. The color was unusual, a sort of lavender that seemed to radiate both childlike innocence and crazy deranged power. At this moment, they were appealing, asking Alfred if he wouldn't listen. There was a threat that even if Alfred said no, he was going to speak regardless.

"Shoot."

"You have a state named Alaska. You bought her from me—"

"I was there, Russia, in the room, when the document was signed."

"I was talking, MЛЬІЙ. And, Дa, I know you were there, because I was there also! As I was saying before, Alaska did not immediately become a state after you bought her, but recently she became one."

"In 1959, so not super recently, but we'll go with it. And what did you call me?"

"So, recently," Russia said, still acting happy. "She is very young and needs a stable family. According to the new research, children need a stable home environment."

Alfred tuned Russia out for a bit as he expounded on the research. Everyone was paying attention to the conversation. This was awkward.

He realized Russia was waiting for an answer.

"Sure...hang on, what did you say?"

"I think we should move in together. For Alaska."

Alfred knocked his chair backwards as he stood up. "What the fuck are you on?!"

Then, he felt himself falling.

AN: Originally, this was going to be a oneshot. Then, I realized I should draw the plot out. XD

I'm set on the pairings RusAm (obviously!), PrusCan, and JapEng, but everyone else is up for grabs, if you want to request a side pairing. I'm probably going to be doing the chapters from other nations' point of view.

The conference is supposed to be Copenhagen...not that there's any backing whatsoever. Oh yeah, the Russian I used were 'yes' (Дa) and 'darling' (MЛЬІЙ).