Author's Note: OMG GUYS this is my first story, I RLLY HOPE U LIKE IT BCUS I SPENT 30 years riting it. anyways the ships in this story, are:
PruIce
RusPolAme
Fruk
Others
AND NO CHINA AND SEALAND R NOT A COUPLE U ARE DISGUSTING
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A Single Tomato: Chapter One
Russia and America sat in a local parlor, it was so romantic, Poland being the third wheel. Oh, yeah, and France stalked the couple from the booth was comforting America about his emotional breakdown.
"How come Ukraine's boobs are bigger tham mine?" America cried out and stuffed his face into Russia's scarf.
"Don't worry my boobs make up for yours, sweetie ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Anyways I like my men flat chested." Russia clearly had no clue what he was talking clue about.
"That's not helping!" He sturred a storm.
"It's alright, what kinda shake do you want, gurl?" Poland asked with sass.
"Obviously chocolate, fam." America responded with equal sass.
Russia silently agreed, with telepathic communication.
"Wow, shakes are so expensive!" Poland exclaims.
"That makes me so sad, my wallets crying." America bawled.
"Wait! America! I have a shake for you." France broke his tears with a rosey voice.
To America's surprise, he held a chocolate shake, his favorite flavour. His tears sucked back into his eyes. France crawled over the booth, but his leg got caught on the cushion. In a matter of seconds, chocolate rained from the sky, and the waterworks just ran. Poland screamed with anger, America's clothes, his new clothes, were now completely ruined.
"The clothes, the beautiful clothes." Poland screams.
"We can wash them honey," Russia comfortad
"You don't understand, France, you are a dead man!"
In the commotion, France landed on Poland, leaving him in a bridal position. Poland looked down at the France, with a kawaii blush. Poland looked away fast. It was very Awkward.
"France!" Russia yelled with jealousy.
Poland dropped him with startle, but France got to his feet. "Wait people, I have a big announcement!" "Italy poisoned the shakes with tomatoes!"
Russia gasped in surprise and had a short seizure.
Poland, being a short-tempered bitch, marched up to the counter and glared at Italy, who already waved a white flag. Poland seathed, and prepared for the signature bitch-slap.
America sees this and cries. He didn't want to see Poland beat Italy up.
"No, Poland, stop!" Italy looks up at America, and a blush spread across his face. He studied America, his blue eyes, golden locks, and mascara streaked face. Wow, how hot, he thought. Russia sees Italy's reaction and steams with jealousy.
"Italy, don't make me beat you with my sink."
"Russia don't do it!" America screeched.
"Wait, people, we don't have to fight, just sue me." Italy exclaimed. Poland bursts into thought.
"Okay boi, we'll see you in court." He squints.
Prussia, who was sitting at a table for two with Iceland, overheard the conversation. A smile creeps upon his face.
"Iceland, I have an idea!" Prussia holds up a finger.
"Wats that bb." Iceland says flirtily
"I am going to tell Italy to lie. It's such an awesome plan." Prussia says awesomely.
"This is y i luv u." Iceland cried.
Prussia got from his seat and ran up to where a traumatized Italy stood.
"Italy, Italy, Italy, Italy, Italy!" Prussia yelled.
"What is it." Italy asked sadly.
"I have an awesome plan." Prussia then proceeded to tell Italy.
"Wow, it should totally work." Italy emphasized.
"Ok, c u in cort, Italy." Iceland said with no emotion.
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England scattered his notes across the table, they sure did they look good.
"Okay, so after doing some research, I've found a way we can win this case."
"How?" America asked, surprisingly not crying.
"We can say that Italy didn't warn us about the risk of allergies."
"England, you're a genius." said Poland.
"So then Italy will be sued for my tomato allergies?" Russia asked.
"Correct, say, America, would you whip us up a couple burgers?"
"With extra tomatoes, amirite?" America winked.
"Haha, silly America." England joked.
The crowd burst into laughter.