Ok, first fanfic posted. I've had this one finished for awhile. It's a oneshot. The idea came to mind randomly. I guess I can picture this happening...? Uh... This has a hint of GerIta and (if you want to take it this way) UsUk. Enjoy reading. ~Darkz
"Okay, dudes! Calm down!" Everyone looked up at the man who spoke. America stood on a log wearing a huge grin that showed he had something interesting to share. "Is it time for the pasta?" A certain red- headed Italian stood up to almost instantly be pulled back down by a gruff, blond, German. America acted as though the whole scene had never taken place and jumped off of his log. "So, everyone, I've just come up with an awesome idea!"
"DID SOMEONE SAY 'AWESOME' WITHOUT PRUSSIA? HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A THING!" The albino older brother of Germany screamed this with such anger that America gaped at him. "Prussia! Don't speak when others are speaking! It's very rude and immature," scolded Austria. "Don't tell the AWESOME Prussia what to do, you cheap-" Prussia's voice was cut off by a large hand that was placed over his mouth. His eyes widened in shock and he started flailing helplessly. "Your yelling was scaring Ukraine, so I had to stop you," said a tall and smiling Russian.
"Russia! Let go of him!" everyone yelled.
"Oh, fine. But I won't let him become one with me," and with that, he released Prussia. "I didn't WANT to become one with you in the first place!" Prussia, still fuming, sat down. England raised his hand in the air.
"Um, yes, England?" America asked slowly.
"I have an idea," said England. He stood up, walked to the nearest tree, and ripped off a stick. Then, he went back and stood next to America. "The only person allowed to speak will be the person with this stick. Nod if you agree with this, and you will honor this rule," he said. Everyone nodded in agreement. "Good. Well," said England placing the stick in America's hand, "the floor's yours."
"Thanks, dude! Well, as I said, I had an idea. I heard the awesome Prussia talking," (Prussia nodded with approval at this) "and saying stuff about meters of awesome. So I thought that we could all share however many meters of awesome we are!" Everyone blinked to take in what America just said. All except little Sealand who's hand was in the air. America tossed the stick to him and he caught it. "I'd like to share that I'm 0.5 meters of awesome!"
"Yeah? Well I'm 2 meters of awesome," shouted Spain.
"You guys fail, I'm 5 meters of awesome," declared a defiant Prussian.
"Oh yeah? Germany is 7 meters of awesome! Beat THAT!" Germany's face turned an unbelievable shade of red at Italy's remark. "See? I was right about them," Japan whispered to his brother, China. China nodded slowly, his eyes wide. "Um… Italy, how do you know that?" questioned America.
"It's obvious, non? They slept together~" said France. Everyone's head turned towards France, then Germany and Italy. Then Sealand piped up, "Um, I still have the stick, so I should be the only one talking."
A/N: Yay, I posted a fanfic before Yue! -feels accomplished- Haha. Review please...? Nothing harsh -cough-Prussia-cough- More will come soon! I just remembered to type this today. Okay, sorry this sucks. Bye! ~Darkz (again with my signature?)