White and Commie

So, yeah. My friend gave me the idea when she showed me pics of Russian gangsters (seriously, funniest thing ever because they are trying so hard to be gangsta xD) and she said that it would be a beautiful image if Russia and America went to a meeting all gangsta-ed out together. So...I wrote it for my buddy and this is what happened. x3 Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

Today was the day of the World Conference. And as usual, everyone dreaded it. No matter what, it always ended up in complete chaos. Some of the countries would even bring alcohol (coughRussiacough) because it would get that bad. One day, it went too far.

When the red car decorated with hot rod flames on the hood pulled up in front of the building, all of the countries just stared. They could hear loud rap music blasting from the speakers inside. And then the doors opened, and they got out...

America stepped out of the driver's side, wearing very baggy jeans that appeared to be falling down with an extra long tee-shirt that was obviously way too big on him. He wore a huge, baggy hoodie with the hood up on his head and possibly the tackiest sunglasses decorated with the American flag over his eyes. His fingers were covered with bling, matching the big gold hamburger chain necklace around his neck. What?

The next person to step out of the car nearly gave the already stunned countries a heart attack. It was Russia. And he was dressed similarly to America. He wasn't wearing his heavy trench coat or boots, but he still had his scarf. Only...it was wrapped around his head. Like a do rag. He was also wearing a large hoodie like America with the hood up. And he was also wearing tacky sunglasses. He was also carrying a few bottles of vodka, which wasn't a surprise. Again, what?

Germany was standing there, trying to keep himself calm and not reach for the bottle of beer he had stowed away in his jacket. He needed to save that for later. Italy was hiding behind Germany, scared for his life and whimpering for pasta. Japan just stood there next to Germany, wide-eyed and not sure what to say at all (if he could speak). China had started a rant in Chinese, most likely complaining about the sanity (or lack of it) of the other nations, while France just stood there, looking horrified.

"What is this!" he had screeched. "And I thought the military uniforms were tacky!" He then proceeded to cry at the serious lack of fashion going on.

The best reaction of them all might have been England's. He was staring, mouth wide open at his former charge, trying so hard to scream something at him. But he couldn't. He was too brain dead. Too shocked. "What...what...? Where did I go wrong!" he yelled at the sky when he finally got his voice back.

That was when Poland and Lithuania arrived. Poland took one look at Russia and America, blinked, and started snickering. "Like, what are you guys right now? Like, 'white and commie?' or something, like, like that?"

That was when England keeled over.

So, yeah, that was it. ^^" Hope you guys laughed. I know I did. x3

And yeah, I know that I haven't updated Adventures In Gender-Bending in a while...but I have an excuse! I moved in to my college on Thursday and I've been pretty busy with orientation stuff. I am working on the next chapter, but it won't be done for a few more days. I promise I'll upload it soon, don't be mad~! ""

Anyways, read and review please~! Reviewers will receive pasta~! :3