No this is bad

Chapter One

No one spoke. The room was soundless, even the outside world seemed silent. Just about one hundred people in that room, the room that once had so much going on at once, and there wasn't a sound. No paper shuffling, no sneezing, no moving in the chairs. No noise was made, everyone was staring blankly at each other.
"It's all our fault." Someone finally spoke.
It was long ago, back in 2025, that the war broke out. It wasn't a normal war, no. It wasn't like WWI and II were. It was most of the countries, against one.
"Oi! If you would all shut up and listen-" Northern Narnia spoke, but was cut off by Southern Narnia. The Narnian's. Two of the most harmless nations. Neither of them ever went into war with another country. Once, they fought against each other. But that was never spoken of, no one dared to remind them of the horrors. They did workout every now and then just in case someone started war, but rarely. They never thought they would have to fight anyone besides a small fist fight. Nothing serious. "No one wants to listen to your theory that art can stop fighting." South interrupted. North glared her blue-grey eyes at her, but backed down.
They weren't strong, nor weak. They never really tried to fight, seeing how peaceful Narnia was. There was only one war between the North and South, but again no one dared to remind them. "I was only trying to calm everyone down." North muttered under her breath, South ignored her.
They were seated in regular dark wood chairs, with rough red cushion on the back and seat. Nothing special, no interesting deign, to their dismay. South rested her elbows on the large wooden table, and placed her chin in one open palm. Her expression was bored and tired. It was late afternoon in Spain, where the World Meeting was taking place. The room was hot, to North and Canada's distress. The light of the sun beamed into the room, and the smells of the farm land outside wavered inside. Not that anyone seemed to mind. Everyone was still bursting with energy, how? North and South would question, but never knew. North slightly tilted her head as she witnessed the personification of France and England fighting once more.
"That's the fifth time in under an hour. They broke their record." South whispered, North nodded, her smile plastered on her lips, never leaving. It was almost impossible to make her frown. As for South, if she was touched unexpectedly, she would let out a scream and frown, easily.
The room was in chaos. Bullet holes in every wall, two shattered windows, some chairs didn't even look like chairs anymore, plants were crushed on the ground, the flowers that once looked so nice on the table were gone and smashed on the floor. Everywhere you looked, someone was either going to be hurt or killed, or already was hurt or killed. Australia was shoved out the first window that shattered thirty minutes ago. He still hasn't shown back up. Hungary was smacking every living, breathing soul in that room with her frying pan, successfully knocking out at least five other nations. Southern Narnia averted her gaze from Belarus and Denmark fist fighting in the corner of the room and looked at America with her amber coloured eyes.
"There he goes again..I bet you five dollars that he's going to say-" South was speaking to North, at the same time, both her and America pointed their thumbs at their chest, and loudly said, "I'm the hero!"
North softly sighed as she lifted herself up off the uncomfortable chair. "I'm going to leave early, it just looks like we've wasted another meeting." She said pushing her white hair behind her ear, only for it to fall back in her face. "You can't, England will slaughter you for leaving early again." South said, vividly remembering the last time they left early, slightly shuttering. "Well it's not like they need us anyways." North said as she grabbed her bag and pushed in her chair.
"Nobody likes us here, and nobody wants us here. As far as we know."