"водка."

"Vad-keh."

"водка."

"Vod-keh."

"No, it is not pronounced like that."

"I don't see the difference!"

"Put more emphasis on the "ka", at the end."

"Vod-keh."

"That is no different!"

"I don't get what your problem is! It sounds right to me!"

"Morning chaps, what's the problem here then?"

"Hey England."

"Америка is having trouble pronouncin-k the simplest of words."

"I am aware of that fault of his, I assure you. He has warped my language so very much that people consider American English and my English to be two different tongues."

"That ain't true!"

"'Ain't'?"

"Shut up."

"He is having trouble pronouncing водка."

"Vod-keh. See, England, sounds the same right?"

"Vod-kah?"

"Not you as well, Англия!"

"It is the accent I suspect."

"Yeah, like how you commies are always "pronouncin-k" ya "Gs" like "Ks", and ya "Ws" like "Vs"."

"Very v-ell, you have made your point. I will be droppin-k this topic."

"Haha! You just did it again!"

"Alfred, don't laugh at other people's dialect."

"Why not, Arthur? It's hilarious!"

"I could say a lot about your accent, you yank."

"Hey, shut up!"

"Bonjour, mes amis~!"

"Oh god, you. Go away."

"Hmph. What a rude greeting from you, Angleterre. Are you not happy to see moi?"

"Not in the least. Now get lost before I make you get lost!"

"There they go again…"

"Those two sure are lively when they get into rows like that. A little bit like us two, right~?"

"You say that in such a creepy way…"

"That is your imagination."

"Oh, really now?"

"Ni hao."

"Hey China…what's that clinging to you?"

"That would be Korea, aru. I tried to give him the cold shoulder to see if he would leave me alone, aru. And now he's just gotten ten times worse."

"You didn't acknowledge me before, Aniki! Why won't you even act like I exist anymore?"

"Okay! I'll stop! Just get the hell off, aru!"

"Hey! Hong Kong's here! Come here, HK! Let me claim your breasts!~"

"Well, that got rid of him. I really admire Hong Kong's patience when dealing with that boy, aru."

"Which is strange, since he was raised by one of Earth's most impatient men."

"NO ONE ASKED YOU FROG!"

"Mon dieu, my eye!"

"Well, I'm bored of watching them try to kill each other for the millionth time. I'm gonna go see how Japan is."

"You're leaving, Америка? Aren't you comfortable next to me?"

"Where is your hand…-? Aah! No way am I staying here!"

"Oh, but, Alfred…"

"Nii-san…"

"B-B-Belarus! I-!"

"Have fun you two!~"

"Wait! Alfre-! Ah! Belarus! No! Let go! GO HOME!"

"Kiku!~"

"Ah, America-san."

"Pff—How many times? Call me Alfred!"

"Alfred-san."

"Uh, no honophic, it's fine."

"My apologises. Alfred."

"There we are!~ How are ya, anyway?"

"I am well…and yourself?"

"So-so. I've been dealing with…problems."

"Russia?"

"Huh? What makes you say-?"

"You looked over at him when you said "problems". If he is causing you any form of distress…"

"No! No! Don't worry about me, dude! It's fine."

"If you insist…"

"Ve! Japan! America! Ciao!"

"Hello…"

"Oh, hey Italy. Hey Romano."

"Hmph."

"Something up with him?"

"No, no. Big brother is always at least a bit crabby, right? Does he need a hug?"

"Don't touch me, idiot!"

"Ve…how sad. Poor Romano. Hey, I know! Spain! SPAIN!"

"Don't call that churro over, dammit!"

"Hola~! Italy! You look so cute today!"

"Grazie! Romano needs a hug!"

"Oh, sure! Come here Romano!~"

"Don't touch me! Get away, you pervert!"

"Haha, come on Romano, a hug will make you feel better!"

"No, a large bat wi—AAH! IT'S FRANCE!"

"Salut?"

"SAVE ME, TOMATO BASTARD!"

"Haha, Hola amigo…what happened to your eye?"

"Angletere. He is just showing his affections, I am sure. And bonjour, Romano, Italy~!"

"Hello, brother France!"

"Damn frog…"

"Why must you all be so rude to moi? This makes Big Brother sad…Ah, hello Japan, I didn't spot you there."

"Hello France-san…you really should see someone about that eye…"

"Non, non, it will keep for the meeting. And it will show evidence of just how much of a punk that Angletere is!~"

"What was that, you wine bastard?"

"Ahaha…Well, maybe checking out my eye wouldn't be such a bad-"

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR'E GOING?"

"Ah!"

"Jeez, I wish they'd lay off each other for five minutes…"

"Ah, they've been like this as long as I have known them, amigo. It's what they do."

"Yeah, but do they gotta do it so loud and violently?"

"Ve, maybe France could borrow one of my white flags…"

"Italy, what have I said about those?"

"Ah! Germany! You're here! Ciao!"

"Why are you here, you potato bastards?"

"What do you mean? It is just—"

"HEY WEST. WHY WASN'T I INVITED?"

"Oh gott. Bruder! I told you. You can't come here because you are not a country!"

"Well that's rude. The awesome me should be allowed to go wherever he pleases."

"You do that anyway."

"Hell yeah I do. And how's Italy, tod-?"

"Don't even think about touching my little brother you son of a bitch!"

"Pfft—lay off, I was just saying hi."

"Lovi!~ Do you need another Spain Hug to cheer you up?"

"TOUCH ME AGAIN AND I'LL SQUASH YOU LIKE A ROTTON TOMATO."

"Haha! So poetic!~"

"Dammit!"

"I'm so bored, and the meeting hasn't even started, and I know that will bore me to the brink of a very dull death already."

"I think everyone is nearly here, America-san."

"Call me Alfred!"

"Privyet, Alfred."

"Not you. You don't have permission, Commie."

"I was not aware of this name law, for lack of a better term."

"Call me America or nothin', Russia."

"Америка."

"You just pronounce it that way to bug me, I bet."

"Oh, don't assume things. Maybe it is merely my accent. Tell me, have you learnt to pronounce водка, yet?"

"Don't start that up again!"

"Alright everyone, take your seats! The meeting is about to start!"

"Finally! Alright Japan, see ya later. Wanna grab a bite to eat somewhere after? Catch up?"

"Certainly. I will see you then Ame—Alfred."

"Great, you're gettin' the hang of it already! Okay…let's go sit down."

"You seem very close with him, Alfred."

"America. And who? Japan? …Yeah, I guess we are. Why?"

"How close?"

"What's your deal? Why so nosy all of a sudden?"

"I'm just curious. And you are hiding your mark."

"Of course I am, you bastard. Like I was gonna show that thing off."

"But maybe then everyone would be smart enough not to approach you with any…intent, if they know to whom you belong~!"

"Okay, let's get one thing straight. I do not belong to you, I am not your property and we don't have anything other than a relationship built upon a grudge from the Cold War and the fact that our bosses are trying their best to improve relations, so we have to at least attempt to pretend that we are getting along. Personally, I loathe you and everything that you stand for."

"Mm? Really? If that is the case, why were you so willing to let me touch you that night, hm?"

"Willing? You pinned me to the wall and forced your hand-!"

"Is there a problem, you two?"

"Uh."

"My apologises. Америка and I are just having a little…lovers spat, is it called?"

"W-?"

"L-lovers…?"

"Are they…?"

"Together?"

"Oh my!"

"Wait! Wait! Don't listen to him! He's lying!"

"No need to be shy, sweetheart!~. By the way, I find it so cute that you are copying me by wearing a scarf around your neck too!~"

"Shut up! I'm not wearing it to match you! I'm takin' it off, anyways…!"

"…Is that…a…?"

"Oh god, it's huge!"

"Shit…um…"

"Alfred…"

"England, it's not what you think…!"

"It's pretty obvious to everyone here that it is, in fact, what I think."

"It's not! He-! We-!"

"Where are you going, Америка? The meeting has just started!~"

"…"

"It is so sweet, how shy he is. About us."

"Everyone, please settle down! We are still in a meeting, here."

"…"

"Well, what an interesting development, hm, Angletere?"

"…Yes. For once there, France, I have to agree…"