I should never EVER be inspired by Family Guy... ever again. I feel like I should apologize... But THIS was far too opportune an idea.
Anyway enjoy. First Hetalia fic. First fic in who-know's how many years. Probably shouldn't be writing at one in the morning... Sleep beckons.
"I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT FOR THE WORLD."
The entire world conference room went silent at the interruption as two hands slammed down on the table. Dozens of sets of eyes turned to look at the man--boy? young adolescent--as he stood in front of his chair, his gleaming wide teeth spread out into a grin as wide as the open American prairies.
A teacup was gently placed down on its saucer as green eyes leered over.
"What the bloody hell--"
"A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird--"
A quiet groan escaped the mouth of an ignored Canadian.
The Frenchmen beside him tried using it as a distraction to 'comfort' the boy.
"B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word--"
A lead pipe was reached for by a Russian, his sunflower discarded.
Beside him, three Baltics quivered.
"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word--"
A German allowed his migrained head to fall into his hands.
One Italian tried singing along; the other grumbled something about idiots.
"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word--"
A Pole warned that the capitol would become Warsaw.
The Belarusian maid reached for a dagger beside her tearing Ukrainian sister.
"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word--"
A Chinese man looked up from his Hello-Kitty-knock-off plush doll.
The Japanese man remained straight-faced.
"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word--"
A Swiss clicked the safety off his rifle.
The young maiden from Liechtenstein busied herself with her stitching.
"A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word--"
Three African girls glanced at each other in confusion.
The small island girl beside them looked up from her fish toy.
"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word--"
A frying pan appeared in the hands of a Hungarian girl.
The pen fell to the side from a musical piece the Austrian was composing.
"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word--"
The Hong Kong boy stared blank-faced.
The Taiwanese girl stopped playing with her hair curl.
"A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word--"
The Australian understood the reference and laughed.
The young sailor suited boy beside him did not.
"A-well-a don't you know about the bird?--"
A sweat drop fell from the forehead of a small Fin.
The Swede beside him mumbled.
"Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!--"
A Spaniard laughed at the youthful antics.
The Prussian laughed harder at everyone's not-awesome faces.
"A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word--"
A thick eyebrow on the face of a Brit twitched.
Once…
Twice…
"A-well-a…"
"ALFRED F. JONES BELT THE BLOODY HELL UP!"
Silence.
A cocky hero's grin.
"You know… the bird is the word."
R&R not pleaded for. This was pure middle of the night crack. And I needed to get that song out of my head. Which... actually... failed pretty hard core. Bed now. Hope you got a good laugh.