England groaned.
"Why the bloody hell to I have to go to the G20 meeting?" The nation-personification grumbled as he got off the car. "Scotland, Northern Ireland, and Wales are part of the UK too. Lazy bastards. Now I have to deal with America. And France. And China. And Russia. And-"
"Yo, Iggy!" An annoyingly familiar voice shouted.
"Don't call me Iggy," England snapped. He groaned as "the voice," otherwise known as America, started laughing.
"Dude, you're so uptight! You need to chill a little. Also, wax your eyebrows."
"Sh-shut up," England spluttered angrily, "I'll tell your boss!"
"Oh, come on," American whined, "That's not fair."
England smirked, before turning towards the building. As he walked towards the doors cheerily, he bumped into someone.
Immediately, an eerie purple glow filled the air. The temperature dropped. Faintly, you could hear a "Kolkolkol" noise.
England turned pale.
He was wondering if he had bumped into Russia, before he heard an angry "aiya" and some cursing in Chinese.
"Why you bump into me, aru?" China shouted angrily, "Westerners so stupid! Their eyes no work! Only organ of theirs that works is their stomach!"
"Well, you bumped into me too," England snapped, leaping to his own defense.
Russia, who was standing by, frowned.
"No, you bumped into Yao-Yao. He was just standing here talking to me."
China nodded vigorously.
England gulped, looking at the giant Russian's upset expression. Luckily, South Korea chose that moment to come sprinting in and starting to grope China.
Russia's expression became 100 times more upset. His scarf began to move on its own. The Russian grabbed South Korea with his tentacle scarf.
"You will not touch Yao-Yao, da [1]?" The Russian whispered creepily.
South Korea gulped. Even his weird face curl looked terrified.
"Stop!" America shouted, charging in, with Japan hurrying behind him.
"The hero will not allow the evil commie to hurt one of my besties!"
Russia frowned.
China scowled, "Aiya, it's you two."
Japan looked as upset as he ever had as he glared at China.
"Wonderful," England thought, "I get to be present for the start of WWIII. Simply lovely. I can't wait."
Kolkolkol…
"Russia-san!" Japan snapped. England was stunned to see that the usually serene nation looked angry. And Japan didn't even like South Korea. It probably was the whole anti-China thing. "You cannot hurt Korea-san!"
Russia pouted, "But he was groping China!"
"What are you doing?" One of the Germany's officials snapped, marching over, "Get inside! We do not have forever!"
"Shi de [2]," China grumbled, "But do not talk to me in that manner! I'll have you know, I is 4,000 year old! Show respect to elders!"
Germany's official sighed, "Please just get inside."
"Simply lovely," England thought, "Just great. Now we can go argue pointlessly." Sighing, the Englishman marched into the building, along with the others.
Once inside, England looked around. This meeting room had survived five meetings, so it was close to breaking the record, seven meetings. Most of the times, meeting rooms only survived one or two meeting. As usual, the countries that were already there were arranging themselves into groups.
"Might as well join a group," England thought, trying to push down the growing feeling of dread in his stomach. Sighing, he went to stand with Germany, Italy, and France.
"Angleterre!" France smirked.
"Bloody frog," England grumbled.
Germany scowled, looking around at the separate groups.
"There's no way anything can be accomplished like this," The tall blond grumbled.
"Ve~" Italy said cheerfully, "Let's all eat pasta!"
"Nein [3]!" The German shouted, "We must work!"
Italy began crying.
"Now, now," France said, "How about we try some amour [4] instead?"
Germany glared at France, before moving to the head of the table.
"Everybody!" The angry German shouted, "Gather around the table! NOW!"
Grumbling, all of the nation moved around the table.
Germany opened his mouth to further speak, but before he could, America jumped over and shoved Germany out of the way.
"Dude, I think this G20 meeting can convene!" America shouted, slamming his fist on the table, "Solving all of today's financial stability problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems, we can fix anything with enough meetings and photo-ops! Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for real action. I'll go first. About that terrible policies thing, I think we'll be okay if we genetically engineer a huge hero to have him fix it!"
Argentina, brown-haired with green eyes, lifted her head. Perhaps she had been shocked into paying attention by the sheer stupidity of America's idea.
Canada sighed, and Australia grinned wildly.
"I agree with America-san," Japan said.
"Man up or I'll beat you in the face!" Saudi Arabia threatened.
The scary middle eastern lady was covered from head-to-toe (except for the eyes) in black cloth.
England sighed in exasperation. "There's no way some hero will help our bad policies or humanity in general."
France smirked, with roses (?) appearing around him.
"If Britain and America don't agree, how can I be superior by dissing them both?"
England scowled and started yelling at France, while chopping his head with his hand. America started jabbing France's head with a pen.
"You Frenchies just love to hate America," The taller nation chuckled, "Why not go back to making hot green chick statues like you used to?"
China rolled his eyes, "Western nations are so immature, aru. I doubt they ever grow up. Maybe I can try appealing to the only organ of theirs that seems to work.
Beaming, China pulled out a basket of Chinese treats.
"Would you guys like to sample some Chinese tasty-treats?"
"We'll just get hungry again!" England and France shouted together.
Indonesia approached Russia. The female nation had dark hair in a high-set ponytail. Her brown eyes glittered nervously.
"Hey, Russia," She said, smiling shyly, "Why don't you say something, Russia? They'll stop fighting if you go over and step in."
Russia frowned, "What? Why me? No thanks. I want to see if South Korea can't handle North Korea and comes crawling over for help."
Said Korean whimpered nervously.
"And maybe South Africa will come over too!"
South Africa gulped, with Turkey standing behind her. The African nation had dark brown ringlets and green eyes. Her usually calm demeanor was showing cracks.
"If you so tough next you'll try to pick a fight with Hades," India said, smiling.
"Don't hurt South Korea or I'll kick a soccer ball in you face!" Brazil threatened. The South American country had dark hair, eyes, and skin, as well as a green headband.
Meanwhile, Mexico was somehow taking a siesta during all of this. She had dark skin and hair, and a frying pan laying next to her seat.
There was angry shouting, and several bangs.
"Please, everybody, calm down!" China said desperately.
More angry shouting.
"Everybody, shut up!" Germany yelled, banging his fists on the table.
"Germany?" England and France said together.
England looked up from his fight with France. Beside him, the bloody frog was looking up as well.
"We've called this conference to solve the world's financial problems, not to fight about the problems of our past. And since I'm the only country who seems to know how to run a meeting, we'll follow my rules from here on out. 8 minutes each for speeches, no chit-chats about side deals, and absolutely no going over the time limit. Now, if you want to go, raise your hand, but do so in a way that does not mock any salute of my country's past!"
Italy raised his hand.
"Germany recognizes his friend Italy!" The angry German shouted, pointing at the italian.
Italy beamed.
"Pastaaa!"
Everybody collectively groaned. Even Mexico had woken up.
"Maybe she was shocked awake by the sheer stupidity of this," England thought, scowling.
"What does pasta have to do with anything?" Saudi Arabia growled.
Italy gulped, before answering, "Ve~ We can eat some pasta to cheer ourselves up."
America laughed, "Dude! I have an even better idea! We can go to my house for a game of truth or dare!"
"No way!" England snapped, "I wouldn't go to your house if my life depended on it!"
"I hate to agree with Opium," China grumbled, "But I would not either!"
"Nein [3]!" Germany roared, "We must work!"
"I think that's a fabulous idea!" One of the bosses declared, suddenly appearing behind Japan, causing him to scream. "It'll be perfect for fostering international friendship and cooperation. I think you should all go tomorrow!"
The other bosses nodded in agreement.
"When did you guys get here?" Indonesia yelped.
"We already finish our meeting," China's boss explained, "So we come to check on yours. Good thing we did, or the arguing might have gone on forever."
"You're not serious, are you?" Mexico demanded.
"Yes," Her boss answered, "We are."
"What?" Saudi Arabia screamed, "I have to go to that idiot's house?"
Her boss nodded.
China sighed, "I'll bring some snacks, aru."
"Bloody hell," England muttered, "I can't believe we have to do this."
Monday, August 15, 2016
Yay! Chapter one is done! Bwahaha! Ich bin awesome!
And if part of chapter one sounds weirdly familiar, that's because I took it off of episode one of the anime!
Kesesese…
Anyways, here are the translations:
[1] Yes (Russian)
[2] Yes; okay (Chinese)
[3] No (German)
[4] Love (French)
And "Ich bin awesome" means "I am awesome." I knew that without even having to go to google translate! Kesesese!
The actual truths and dares will begin in Chapter 3, so go there if you're bored of this intro writing.
And, just as a side note, I don't own Hetalia. But I think you already know that.