I DO NOT OWN HETALIA BUT IT WOULD BE AWESOME IF I DID
"Bingo!" A shaky hand reached up into the air. A blond-haired, blue-eyed German was the owner of that hand.
"Let me come over and check." A person in their twenties with a sailor suit came over. "Yep! Ludwig got a bingo!" He said in a cheery British accent. Everyone else in the room groaned.
"Mein unawesome bruder just won... Grrrr I'm going to-" Gilbert said as his denchers fell out. The old women next to him laughed hysterically and smacked him with a frying pan. The women- Elizaveta still laughed hysterically as the boy with a British accent and a girl with an Australian both pulled her out of the room. An Italian man in his forties picked up Gilbert and took him away on a stretcher.
"Well that was odd." an old British man said.
"Like your cooking~!" a man named Francis said.
"Who's up for prune juice?" Alfred, an America said.
Everyone except Feliciano looked at him like he was crazy. "Sure! But let's add alchohol so it can be wine!"
Everybody cheered.
And this story was began.
Sorry for shortness, next chapter will be longer!