Let's get one thing straight: this is based off an actual dream I had over a series of nights. I'm not even kidding. It's not even possible for this to happen IRL. As usual, I don't own Hetalia. (Unfortunately~)
You wake up in bed. Looking at the clock, you see that it's 6 in the morning. [Why am I even awake at 6 in the fu-] *CRASH* from downstairs! You jump to your feet and tiptoe down the stairs, only to hear someone shouting about... pizza death? What the hell? Pizza can't DIE. You edge towards your kitchen, the shouting getting louder, now with someone replying in a higher-pitched voice. You reach the door, and slowly push it open. First thought: WHAT THE ACTUAL FAHK?!
Picture the scene: You are standing in the doorway to your really small kitchen. Finland is in the fridge, trying to explain to a very upset-looking Denmark that 'the pizza had to die, how else would I fit in the fridge'. The Dane himself was struggling not to cry as he cradled the remains of yesterday's pizza in his arms. Iceland was sitting on the cooker eating Nutella out of the jar with a spoon. Sweden was in the cupboard with a saucepan on his head. Norway was... sitting in the sink. Just sitting. And then, as if it couldn't possibly get any weirder, Iceland kicked the cooker door open to reveal England crouched inside with a bowl of grapes.
Yeah. To say you are confused is an understatement. The 'confusion' escalates, however, when you walk into your front room to escape the weirdness, only to find Romano and Spain sitting on your sofa watching Bargain Hunt. They don't even acknowledge you as you sat down beside them. You sigh and flop against Romano, your last thought before you drifted back to sleep being: It's too early for this crap. Wake me up at lunchtime.
You may now gouge out your eyes to escape what you have just read. My only excuse is that I drank two bottles of Powerade and a can of Coke before writing this, and right now it's midnight for me. And my hands hurt so badly from playing Tetris.
P.S: I apologise for this. Feel free to scold me for writing this atrocity. I shall probably delete it later, when I can be arsed... :3