WARNING-Contains countries that have come from my strange mind (wa ha ha), and, although this is painfully obvious, Hetalia doesn't belong to me. (duh.)Although Eire Nyhan and Gladys Kinsey both do. (duh.)And I use human names. (duh.) So, enjoy. WA HA HA. Oh, and if you look up Eire, Gladys, and Kinsey on the internet, I picked those names for a purpose.
"Okay." Peter said, grinning and fidgeting in his chair, swinging his legs freely. "So what's the plan?"
Two countries and one Sealand were grouped in the small living room in the house of Ireland, Eire Nyhan. Wales, Gladys Kinsey, was sitting in another chair a few feet from Peter's, both giving Eire, who was sitting on the comfy red couch across from them, their attention.
"Well," Eire said, giving them a sly smile and putting down her teacup with tedious slowness. She straightened up, smiled at the two of them, and said-
"We're going to play a little trick on Iggy.
"WIN!" Peter said, pumping his fist in the air.
Gladys rolled her eyes. "What kind of expression is win?" Out of the three, Gladys was definitely the most like England. "Speak proper English, won't you, Peter?"
"So what're we gonna do?" Peter asked Eire, ignoring Gladys completely.
"Well…" She said, pausing to tuck a rebel dark-auburn ringlet behind her left ear, only to scrunch up her eyebrows in frustration when it popped right back out again. "We're going to do something very simple, but something that will really…disturb him."
"What is it? Arthur rarely gets upset over anything, except improper grammar." She shot a playful look at Peter, who stuck his tongue out at her. Although like England in many ways, she was much more like Ireland or Sealand in her playfulness.
"Well, you see." Eire replied. "My sister, she told me this really interesting story once." She twirled her lone curl in her relatively straight hair around her pointer finger. "She told me that one day, she re-organized Iggy's cabinets a bit, and when he came back from the meeting he'd been to, he went BERSERK when he couldn't find his tea." Her dark blue eyes sparkled mysteriously.
"So-you're saying..." Gladys said, a small grin spreading over her face, her sea-green eyes shining.
"That's right." Eire said, crossing her legs and shaking back her long hair. "We're going to steal Arthur's tea from him."
That's right. My character minions are going to steal from poor Arthur his precious tea. If you have any criticism, please don't be shy; rip apart my story limb from limb. I'd really appreciate feedback. And if you just like the story, say that too. Even though it's only one tiny chapter in.