Languages

by ImortalLinktoFate

For some reason, at one of the world meeting all the nations could for some reason only speak their native language. As you can assume, shit goes down. I was scrolling through Candid and somebody had this idea, I couldn't pass it up! I know it's short, and I know I don't describe much, but the events are what matter. also, it's by the language I think of first when hearing the name

It was a normal day for the nations, well as normal as a world meeting could get.

(In Italian) "Germany! Please, what's happening!?" the Italian nation ran up to the German, shouting.
Said German was trying to calm him, but to no avail, (In German) "I don't know."
Romano stood nearby, shouting at Germany for scaring his little brother further. Prussia sat behind the shouting nations, laughing his ass off at the clear distress.
Spain stood close behind them, trying to understand the small bit he could from the two Italians, through the similarities in their languages.

"So, America, how's your day?"
"It's good, really wish I had a burger though, yours?"
"It's alright, I guess."

Back to the other half...

Apparently Japan had found a T.V. and was watching some random anime called 'Hetalia'. China was now bashing Russia upside the head with a frying pan.
And a chair more recently collided with Germany's, causing him to scream something of annoyance, Romano snickering.
Italy ran out the door, screaming something about Pasta. Prussia now on the floor, having trouble breathing from all the laughing.
"Oh he's terrible! Well he's not, but still. Don't get me started!" the American exclaimed.
England snickered, "Fine," he took another sip of his tea.
Germany's fist connected with Romano's head. Neither had noticed Italy's departure, nor Spain's soon after. Prussia, surprisingly, still hadn't passed out from lake of oxygen intake.
The Nordics were also shouting, somehow understanding each other despite the language barrier.

"I doubt it, git!"
"But it's believable! You have those magical thingys!"
"1. 'Thingys' really? 2. That's different!"
"K, K, I get it old man!"
"Wanker."

Russia just sat there with a creepy smile plastered on his face, China still beating him upside the head with the pan.
Another chair collided with Germany's head, causing him to shout some more German curses.

"Hit me upside the head with that chair."
"What?!"
"Hit me with it!"
"No you bloody wanker! Why?!"
"cause I've always wondered what it's like?"

And in a corner sat a Switzerland, laughing at whatever events were occurring. Not caring to translate with his four official languages.

Bang!
"You happy now!"