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Alfred made sure his suit was correct and the curtains were closed before proceeding to his windowless panic room. He locked the door and turned his computer on. Equipped with a headset, he began working on finding a secure line to connect to the meeting’s network.
He reached the network where a computer voice said, “Vocally verify who you are and your access code.”
Alfred cleared his throat and said in a commanding tone, “This is Alfred F. Jones: United States of America. Access code is... Hero of Bunnies.”
“Code accepted. Welcome Mr. Jones. Connecting to network 2506.”
’Wait...THAT’S MY SECRET NETWORK! How did Toris know about that place!?’
The computer screen flickered over to show the meeting room. The others waved but Cuba was about to rant at him when Alfred cut him off.
“Asshole America! What have you-“
“TORIS! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT PLACE?!” he screamed, shaking the monitor.
Toris laughed nervously. “Let’s talk about that after the meeting. The others are coming on now.”
London, England
Arthur made sure the obscuring and silencing spells were working before turning back to the computer screen.
“Good day everyone and America. Let’s get started on fixing this problem, shall we?”
The outskirts of Ottawa
Canada smiled at the screen. “Here we go. We can all have a civil meeting to find out what happened.”
In a manor in the forests of Germany
“Move over, Gilbert! This meeting is for present nations only!” said Elizabeta as she pushed Gilbert out of the chair. “Go stand guard or something! Roderich will sit here.”
“Elizabeta...” started Roderich.
“Hell no! This meeting needs my awesome presence! And I’m in danger here too!” he yelled.
“I’m hungry, can we make pasta after this? I never did get to cook lunch,” said Feliciano trying to stop the fighting.
“No, we are certainly not having pasta for dinner.”
“But why?”
“We can have pasta! Don’t listen to that weak piano brat-OW! You hit me!”
“Because you deserved it!”
Ludwig couldn’t take it anymore. “Everyone quiet! Gilbert will stay. We are already connected to the meeting. Everyone can hear us!” he roared.
There was a collective “Oh! Hi everyone!” said to the screen.
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