It was a crisp summer in Germany. The nations were gathered around a large oblong table for their monthly meeting. Germany, who was running the meeting, stood at one end of the table with a vein protruding in his forehead. His eyes were screwed shut, and his fists were clenched and resting on the table. Every now and then, he would exhale with unnecessary harshness.
After a minute which seemed like eternity, the old grandfather clock in the corner rang signaling the end to the meeting. Everyone was very glad to exit quickly and leave the tense environment.
Today had been a particularly unfortunate meeting. America rambled on and on about his Super Hero Robot Globo-man, Britain yelled at him, France sided with America to irk Britain, Russia bullied the Baltics, Prussia crashed the meeting, Romano and Spain had a huge fight, Italy asked dumb questions, and all the while, Germany was tired (Italy kept him up all night to keep a lookout for ghosts) and hungry (Prussia knocked Germany's plate off the table before he had time to eat it, and Germany didn't have time to make more food). No one could wait for the meeting to end.
Japan, although he individually had no problems today, had something very important to ask America. While all the other nations scurried out of the meeting room into the lobby for a nice after-meeting-brunch, Japan had to corner America before America had a chance to leave the meeting room and devour the food.
America hopped out of his seat and was about to make a mad dash for the door when Japan's hand grabbed his shirt sleeve.
"America," Japan said, "I am sorry I touched your shirt, but there is something I must ask you."
America gave the doorway one last glance before facing Japan. "Hurry up, dude! The food's calling my name."
Japan spoke more quickly than usual. "Well, my boss started a contest, and one lucky Japanese family will meet me and nine other nations."
"Tell the Japanese people I say 'good luck'!" America said as he turned to the door once again.
This time, Japan grabbed both of America's sleeves. "The winner was announced yesterday. I already asked Mr. Germany and Italy to come with me, and I wanted to ask you, too. We leave tomorrow."
"Dude," America asked with a twinkle in his eye, "you actually want ME, the hero, to meet someone in your country? HELL YES!"
Japan smiled to himself. "Thank you. Also, could you please ask the other Allies to come with us? You know them better than I do. The fees for the plane tickets and meal plans have already been paid."
"Of course!" America had a skip in his step as he ran out of the meeting room and into the lobby.
Inside the lobby, America had a plate full of sausage. He arrived too late to get any of the other delicious German food, so he took the whole platter of sausages.
"What the hell, man?" Prussia screeched. "Save some wurst for all of us!"
America responded by dumping the whole plate into his mouth, two sausages at a time. He chuckled and ran away to find some Allies. He noticed China in the corner chatting with Poland. Actually, it looked more like Poland was ranting to China about something, and China was sucking it up and listening.
"CHINA! DUDE!" America yelled as he ran to him.
"What do you want now, America?" China asked, sounded slightly pleased at how America cut Poland off mid-sentence.
Poland placed a hand on his hip. "That was totally rude."
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry." America dismissed Poland with a wave. "China, dude, someone in Japan just won a contest, and Japan wants US to meet them!"
"Me and you?" China inquired, raising an eyebrow.
America thought for a moment. "Well, I guess it's going to be the Axis and the Allies."
"NOT FAIR!" Poland waved an accusing finger at America. "Totally, like, uncalled for! Germany invaded MY vital regions in the war. How totally rude of Japan to support Germany but not me. I'm, like, pissed. I'm going to find him right now." Poland marched off, swaying his hips as he did so.
China sighed of relief, then looked at America and sighed of annoyance. He got rid of one idiot, but now he has to deal with another! "Tell Japan I will go. I don't want to, but I will."
"THIS IS GOING TO BE OFF THE HOOK!" America, having paid no attention to Poland's upset outburst, had China in a tight bear hug. China had a deadpan expression that only changed when America walked away to harass another Ally.
Russia was America's next victim. Russia was happily in a corner observing everyone else. America disturbed his serenity with a big pat on the back.
"Hey! Russia!" America gave him one more hard pat for good measure.
"America, what is it you are doing?" Russia inspected his back to make sure nothing was disrupted.
"Japan wants us to visit a Japanese family and stuff! It'll rock!"
"I think I will go." Russia smiled cheerfully.
"Dude, he WANTED you to go! Yes!" America ran away hooting and hollering before Russia could respond.
America was searching for two countries he knew would be together: France and Britain. As much as they hated each other, instead of them keeping a distance to one another, they were ALWAYS together. Of course, he knew he only had to listen for the bickering. Then, he heard it.
"No, I do NOT want you to eat that banger in such a lewd fashion! It's grotesque!" Britain's voice. Probably yelling at France for inappropriately eating a sausage. America had found them.
While dodging the crowd of nations piled into the small lobby, America suddenly bumped into something.
"Yo, WTF?" America yelled, making sure to actually pronounce the letters.
"S-sorry, America…" Canada whispered.
"CANADA, DUDE!" A light bulb turned on in America's head. Canada was certainly part of the Allies! "Dude, listen. Dude. Japan wants us, the Allies, to come with him for an all-expenses paid trip to a lucky Japanese family!"
"He wants me to come, too, eh?" Canada didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.
"Yes. Dude. You have to," America said with a sincere smile.
"I will. Thanks for telling me, America." Canada smiled, but America was already rushing past him to get to the other nations of his interest.
With no surprise, France was sucking on a sausage and trying to get Britain to do the same. Britain had an embarrassed blush on his face, trying not to look at France. But it was like one of those bad car wrecks. You just HAVE to look.
America did look, but it also caused him to run into France because he was not paying attention. France hocked the sausage onto Britain and his tea.
"Bloody frog!" Britain yelled. Amongst the crowd of nations watching, Italy was the only one who brought Britain a paper towel to try to clean the mess.
"It was America, not I!" France pleaded.
America placed one hand on France's shoulder. "Bros, listen. You won't care about this in a few minute because WE'RE GOING TO JAPAN!"
"Ooo, Japan~" France chided dreamily.
Britain kicked him in the shin. "What for? I sure as hell would not choose to vacation there."
"Look," America removed his hand from France's shoulder and placed it on Britain's, "I don't feel like explaining again, but we're going. It'll be fun."
"Sì (yes)," Italy said, "I am going too! So much fun!"
"WHAT!?" Prussia yelled from behind a plant (he was trying to eat his food in peace). "FIRST YOU STEAL MY WURST THEN YOU TAKE A VACATION WITHOUT ME? Is West going? If West is going, so am I!"
"Dude, I'm sure Japan'll let you come!" America gave Prussia a thumbs up.
"Well," France stood next to Prussia, "if Prussia and I are going," he randomly inserted his hand into the crowd and pulled out Spain, "Spain has to come, too. No exceptions."
"Dude, the more the merrier! PARTAY!" America fist pumped a few times.
"America," Japan said as he scampered to America and the others, "Poland has told me that you invited everyone to my country except for him."
"Dude, I only invited the Allies! Prussia and Spain wanted to go by their own free will!"
"But I only have ten plane tickets. My boss will be so upset!"
"Well," France, the voice of reason, said, "if the Axis and Allies go, there will be ten of us, non (no)?"
"Okay, but no more."
"Well, I can pay for the ticket and all," Spain said, slowly, "but I don't think it will be fair if Romano doesn't come…"
"FRATELLO (brother)!" Italy yelled. "He has to come! Has to!"
"…Fine." Japan couldn't leave out one person. Besides, he knew Romano was important to Spain and Italy.
Romano, who had been searching for Spain ever since France pulled him out of the crowd, finally appeared behind Japan.
"What the hell is going on over here?" Romano angrily asked.
"Fratello, want to come with us to Japan?" Italy asked him.
"No."
Spain entered the conversation. "Please, Romano. I just made a huge deal about you going to Japan, and it would be terrible if you said 'no' now…"
Romano rolled his eyes and looked away. "Fine. Quit begging."
"When do we leave?" Britain asked.
"We leave tomorrow, from here." Japan responded.
Prussia, who completely disregarded Japan's rules, jumped in front of Austria has he walked past.
"Hey, Austria!" Prussia said as he snatched desserts off Austria's plate. "Want to come with us to Japan's?"
"I do not." Austria slapped Prussia's hand and walked out of the lobby.
Japan shook his head. His boss was definitely going to be mad.
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