~The New Generation~

PART TWO: COLD TENSION

Chapter 2
        "So, Let's get started!" Alfred, Danny's father, walked up to the front of the table, sweeping his gaze across everyone at the table. The other parents nodded in agreement, and watched Alfred. He cleared his throat.
        "Today, you may all be wondering why you're parents brought you here, yeah?"
        "Well, no kidding." came the snarky reply from Atish. Danny glared at him. No one showed disrespect to his father so openly."Wanna go?"
        "Well at least Indians are peaceful, and don't start a fight whenever they please!"
        "Yeah? Well neither do Americans!"
        "Americans are brute and DO start fights whenever they think they should!"
        "THAT'S NOT TRUE! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE DAY INDIA CRUMPLES TO DUST!!"
        "Guys, break it up!" Rosalen intervened between them, in an attempt to stop the fight.
Jihoon sighed, as they began raising their voices. He banged his head on the table in frustration, while the boy from before slid over to Jihoon.
        "Well..... This fight is something isn't it......" he whispered, as the others continued to argue.
        "Yeah...... What's your name?" Jihoon looked up as Rosalen rushed through the doors, exasperated of the raging boys' ignorance.
        "I'm Marcel, and you?"
        "Jihoon."
        Jihoon glared at Atish and Danny with a highly annoyed gaze, who hadn't noticed Rosalen. The rest of the meeting room had a tense silence as the two raged on, and started whispering amongst themselves. Marcel got up from the table, and guided Rosalen back into the room. She had a rather triumphant smirk on her face as she walked up to the front of the table. She pulled out a phone, and put it on speaker, in between Danny and Atish. The two had fallen silent, staring at the phone which had started yelling in a very thick accent. A German accent.
        "I had Leon on the phone this whole time." Rosalen said, as the phone raged on.
        "You dummkopfs! Vhat are you doing, vighting on the very virst meeting! You should behave now that you know I'm here!!" The words spread across the room, which had fallen silent.
        "And why should we be worried?" The quiet, clipped words cut the silence.
Marcel's POV
        Heads turned around to look at who had said those words. Marcel chuckled nervously, seeing the Korean boy glaring at the phone in Rosalen's hand. 'Did Jihoon really not know who he was messing with?' Everyone knew not to mess with the Leon, so when someone spoke in such a rash fashion, it was quite a shock.
        But the phone didn't hesitate with an answer, "VECAUSE I COULD START VORLD VAR-!" "NO!' Rosalen cut off what Leon was about to say. 'Wow, Leon, way to keep the peace.'
        "Could I see the phone?" Jihoon asked in an icy voice. Rosalen nodded and handed the phone to him.
        "So. why isn't Germany here today?" He looked as if he were about to murder the phone. Marcel hoped he wouldn't. Then he thought of something really funny. He grinned, and stood up from his chair. Strutting over to where the phone was, he cleared his throat dramatically, and said, "Hello, Cousin." Yeah. His dad didn't approve.
        The phone sighed, "Hello, cousin. Anyways, Germany is very sick, so I couldn't come so I could look after him." Jihoon handed the phone back, looking satisfied. Marcel grinned, watching everyone in the room. Alfred was still in the front, watching as all the chaos had erupted.
        "Well, anyways, you guys should get to know each other, since we're going to be here a few hours." he looked at his watch, then backed away, as the capitals started mingling.