Hello Fellow Fanfictioners! This is my first fanfiction; hopefully you think it's awesome. If you don't take it out on Bela Rose Wolf, she's the one who basically forced me to write a fanfiction. Anyways, this is just an idea I had floating around in my mind. There shouldn't be any pairings in this, if there is it's totally by accident. Also, I welcome flames. I use them to bake the cookies I give to nice reviewers.
Warning (well not really): Both Human and Country names will be used. If you don't know the country's human names, go look it up or prepare for the consequence of confusion. And I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors. Rated T for mild(ish) language.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned in this story. Except the plotline.
Today was not going to end well. Not that days of the world conference ever ended on a high note. No, today was just going to be even worse, Canada just knew. That is because today was America's turn to host the monthly Fitness Challenge.
I guess this was bound to happen eventually, Matthew thought. It was Al's First Lady who came up with the idea. So far, things have surprisingly gone well. If only it could last…
The First Lady had always been concerned with the health of Americans, Alfred especially. So four months ago, she came up with a plan. Every month a country, chosen at random, would come up with a chain of activities for the other nations to run through. It could include anything, from obstacle courses to healthy food seminars. The format could be a single station or multiple. It could be anything, as long as it was both creative and fun. And to encourage leadership skills, the host country would have to coach the others through their challenge. They could not just tell them what their plan was and leave. This entire idea would also encourage bonding and friendship between the countries. Or so she thought.
But I know better. I know as a fact this plan will end in disaster the second Al is host, thought Canada.
The past few months have gone surprisingly well. Perfectly even. Since the host country is picked at random, the first country wasn't Alfred. Instead, it was the Italy brothers. While Germany dreaded what Italy would come up with, most were curious. As it turned out, everyone enjoyed learning their healthy pasta and tomato recipes.
The next country was France. France… well, Papa did very France-like things. Or at least he tried. He said he had a game for us to play. We all knew where this was going even before the Ohonhon's. He only got to the second sentence of explaining the rules before Moth- England punched him in the face. Then, it was unanimously decided that Papa would never, under any circumstance, host another health meeting.
After Papa, was Germany. Everyone, especially Italy, was dreading Germany's turn. But it actually wasn't that bad. Well, the challenge wasn't that bad. It was the cleaning afterwards that was brutal. Seriously, Germany is really OCD. Matthew doesn't mean that in a bad way. No, of course not. But Germany made them clean so much, even the dirt was clean when they were done. Matthew was so sore the next day, never again…
But now is where the problem lies. Those other countries, even Papa, did okay for the most part. But now, now it's Al's turn. Canada knew exactly what that meant, and it's not good.
"Leave it to that bloody git to arrive late to the meeting he's supposed to be hosting. He's so inconsiderate to other people. He's probably going to just waltz in here, not apologize for being late, and have nothing prepared," England said angrily.
"He's so irresponsible, aru," China added.
While the countries were ranting about America's lack of punctuality, Canada was off in his own little world.
~*Flashback*~
It's been only two weeks since Canada arrived in Afghanistan. But Matthew had yet to see Alfred. He was starting to get worried. He kept asking people if they knew where Alfred was, but their responses were all the same. They would freeze up, make up some lame excuse, and hurried away. It really freaked Matty out.
What if something happened to him? Mathew thought. What if he got hurt? Or worse? Oh, what was I thinking? I should have never let him come here by himself!
As he continued to berate himself internally, Canada started to meander. Without realizing it, he had started to head towards the training grounds. When he finally realized where he was going, he was already there. He saw Alfred. Matthew was so happy to see his brother again that he ran over without thinking. When he reached the American, he witnessed something he will never forget…
~*End Flashback*~
Canada finally snapped out of his stupor to find the countries still ranting. He sighed deeply. I might as well warn them while their still free, Matthew thought.
"Umm, guys? Maybe we shouldn't rant about America's lateness. In fact, we should be enjoying this free time. I-I mean, who knows what he'll put us through, eh?" Matthew stammered. Amazingly, the countries actually noticed him for once.
"Canada, what are you worried about? We're talking about America here. The worst that stupid git will do is make us play "fitness" Mii games or whatever," England argued.
"I-I think you mean Wii, and I don't think he'll-"Canada was cut off.
"Or maybe he'll force us to partake in a hamburger-eating contest, aru," China guessed.
"On, you guys don't underst-"Canada was interrupted yet again. By this point Canada was invisible once more and out right ignored by the few that could still see him. Oh well. No one can say I didn't try to warn them, Matthew thought as he hugged Kumawhatshisname tighter against his chest.
"Ohonhon, I would like to see l'Amerique force moi to eat his filthy food. Pshh, his food is almost as bad as-"
"Don't you dare, bloody Frog!" England screeched.
"Maybe little Америка will try to make us play his sports, da?" Russia said, followed by a chain of kols.
"If that twat tries to get us to play that pathetic knock-off of rugby, I'll-"
BAM!
England was suddenly cut off as the door was kicked in. All the countries jumped and whipped their heads to where the door once stood. At first, they had no idea who was standing in the doorway. Had some crazy person somehow gotten into the building? When he took off his aviators, they could see a slight crazy glint in his sky blue eyes. But no, he looked so familiar…
And scene. Okay, so how was my first chapter? Please review and tell me what you think. Hey Bela Rose Wolf, are ya happy now? I finally uploaded this thing.
Hmmmm… I wonder who could possibly be that mysterious man at the end. Gosh, I just don't know. *sarcasm*
Next chapter should be up soon. Until then, Waffles, Unicorns, Pixie Dust, and French Tears. (BTW all these thing are relevant to the next chapter)
