Well, this is really just a historically based drabble, but I hope you enjoy it anyhow!
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
America, England and Russia sat at the table, roughly in that order. America was expressing his disappointment that Lithuania couldn't accompany Russia, and Russia was assuring America that Lithuania was in the finest health, merely busy.
Then they moved onto the topic of Germany.
"What I would like to do to that guy," America murmured, even though Germany had not really acted against him. England sighed, nodding and prodding a bit of the pie America had insisted on. "When this is over, he's going to have a lot of bloody explaining to do."
"I say, when we capture him, we tie him up and shoot him 50,000 times." Russia's aura was positively dangerous as he grinned eerily, and America chuckled nervously, trying weakly to turn it into a joke at the way England's jaw clenched. "Oh, we really couldn't do that to him... Just 49,000 times is all we really should do."
There was a moment of awkward silence, and then England stood, silent fury on his features. He put his napkin forcefully on the table, and turned and left. America groaned, not moving from his seat. "Come on, England, it was just a joke! Come back! Russia didn't mean it!"
"Yes he did! I'm not eating with a murderer!" England snapped from the other room, where he stood with his arms crossed. America gave an appealing look to Russia. He wasn't sure if the large country even cared about what England thought of him. Apparently, Russia did care, as he got up from his seat and headed to the other room.
"England, it was just a joke. Please join us at the table?" Russia actually looked sorry, England seemed startled to realise. Russia looked at him expectantly, and England's resolve collapsed. "Fine, so long as it really was a joke."
"It was." Russia assured him, as they headed back into the dining room. America looked dumbfounded, but quickly regained his usual attitude. "England, you didn't make these potatoes, did you? Cause they taste like ashes..."
"There is nothing wrong with the potatoes!" England snapped, settling back down in his seat. Russia sat down as well, and for the moment, there was relative peace.
/AN/ Anyway, WWII, Stalin, FDR and Churchill were at a dinner together. Stalin says that once they defeat Germany, they should take 50,000 German soldiers and shoot them. FDR tries to make it a joke, saying they should only shoot 49,000 soldiers. Churchill, however, is disgusted and exits the room. It takes Stalin convincing him it was just a joke to get him back to dinner.