Disclaimer (Dark side of the moon): This story is a fan made production only. All country characters belong to Hetalia and their proper owners.
It was a rainy morning in Seattle, Washington. All of England's patience had run out. Another world meeting had begun and America was, as usual, annoying every single country with his heroic ideas and terrible manners. The irritating nation was mumbling through his plans with his mouth full thanks to the mountain of burgers next to him.
"Typical America…" England was ready to scream, but, being the gentleman, he didn't dare. "I truly wonder how that boy's mind works." England's eyes flashed back to the mound where the burgers disappeared rapidly before him. "Are all Americans like this…? I highly doubt it- it's probably just him.… Hopefully…."
Suddenly, he was snapped out of his thoughts by laughing. France had been making fun of America and started chasing the aforementioned country around the room, as he laughed like a pervert. In America's dash to the door he moved England's chair into the Frenchman's path in order to block the way. America watched from the safety of the hallway as France ran straight into England's chair, as well as England himself.
Tumbling out of his chair at light speed, England had finally snapped. He leaped into the air with an animalistic speed and was behind America before the poor guy even realized what had occurred.
"You bloody idiot! Do all Americans act this way?!" England roared into America's ear, "Why is it that whenever something stupid happens you are always involved? I hope your people aren't as utterly stupid as you!"
"Whoa, dude! Chill out, have some fun! What is with you English people disliking Americans? You barely even know us!"
France had finally gotten up from his fall and joined the conversation. "Then tell us what they're like- we're listening."
"Well, I can't explain- you'd have to get to know one…" A light went on in America's head. "GUYS! I JUST CAME UP WITH THE BEST IDEA EVER!" America yelled in his "hero" voice.
"Well, this can't be good…" England thought as America ran out the room.
"… And that's my brilliant plan for you guys to get to know Americans!" America explained.
The whole conference room was silent. America's plan actually made sense. Germany had been really impressed for once; the obnoxious nation had worked hard throughout the last week to get his plan into motion.
"And I already have a list of people each country should consider for a partner!" America then went around the room handing everyone a stack of papers a foot tall each. "Once you have chosen, please report to Mr. Germany so he can give you the A-OK! You have one week!"
"Well, I'd better get started." Germany thought.
Most nations decided quickly so most of Germany's work was done within four days. However, some of their choices made him wonder whether they gave it any thought or not. For example, Italy chose a student physicist for his partner- which really didn't make sense to anyone. It amazed him that Italy knew what a physicist was.
Germany sighed as he leaned back into his chair. There were still several nations that needed to choose their partners.
"Let's think… England, Russia, Japan, and… who else hasn't seen me about this? That's right-Belarus!" He couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the poor soul that would be stuck with her. "Her partner won't last a week at the academy!"
Japan had a problem. He had no clue who he wanted his partner to be!
"There are too many professions to choose from! I can't decide! Chef, banker or manager? I have no clue!" Poor little Japan didn't do so well with pressure. Whenever he had to decide on something it often happened last minute or someone else would take his choice away. Then it hit him. "That's it! I'll choose someone who couldn't decide on what they want to be!"
His eyes scanned the mountain of papers in front of him. "I think that my partner should be able to speak Japanese… and maybe a few other languages…"
In a matter of minutes Japan had narrowed it down to two people; a man who could speak Japanese and Swahili and a young lady who could speak Japanese, German, and Norwegian fluently with bits of other languages there too. The man had his incredible education to support him and the girl had many extracurricular activities to boot.
Japan sighed, "Maybe this will be hard after all… Let's see… What would Italy do in this situation? Choose at random…? That sounds right. But I don't like the sound of that… Let's let fate decide." Japan quickly scribbled down the names of his top two choices onto an origami fortune teller and got down to business.
An American for a partner was the last thing England needed right now. He'd rather have a new magical friend. After several decades of being one of the only three nations that could actually see Magical Flying Mint Bunny he had had enough. He stole a quick glance at his adorable magical friend where he was sleeping. It really was too bad not everyone could see him…
"That's it! I'll choose the first person who can actually see Mint Bunny! Now where did I put my blasted wand?"
England spent the next half hour searching for his missing wand before he realized it was right next to Mint Bunny. "Oops! Well, now that I have my wand I can get back to work."
He took his wand into his left hand prodding each sheet of paper with it while chanting the spell rapidly in hopes of finding at least one partner with potential. Sprawling the failed sheets on the floor, England frowned. This wasn't going very well. He was almost through the whole stack with no positive results!
"I swear- if there aren't any Americans who can see Mint Bunny I won't participate!"
He was down to twenty or so papers when it happened. The bright blue glow of the reaction was like a heavenly message sent straight from God- it was literally shouting "Pick me! Pick me!"
England had no time to hesitate- in his excitement he had ran all the way to Germany's office and almost broke the door when he barged in. "GIVE ME THIS ONE FOR A PARTNER!" He bellowed. England didn't care about being a gentleman when it came to magic- he just wanted- no, needed- to spread magic again. The art was starting to go extinct for Pete's sake!
He stared Germany down, challenging him to say no. The German just shrugged and looked through his potential partner's resume. After a few minutes of intermingled strange glances and raised eyebrows he finally spoke.
"England…" He scarcely spoke, "I'm surprised. Are you absolutely certain of your choice?"
England paused- he didn't actually read the paper. "Bollocks. Might as well go with it- I've already come this far!"
"Yes."
Germany slowly stamped the forms approvingly. The deadline passed and everyone had a partner. "This will be one interesting year. I still can't believe some people's choices!… Strange.… Now that I think about it, those last few choices were flat out… unexpected. I hope Japan and England know what they're getting into."
"Oh well." Germany told himself, "Those two can handle it." Now it was time for him to get some sleep. He didn't want to be tired during the meeting tomorrow.