Germany was crawling through a large air vent in his pajamas, clutching a pillow. How did I get sucked into this? He wondered. He shook his head. Looking up, he realized that he had lost sight of Italy around a bend in the vent.
"Psst! Italy! Where are you?"
"Shh! Germany! You'll give us away."
Germany sighed. He and Italy were on the run from the Bad Friends Trio, who, like just about everyone else in this hotel, were armed with pillows and were taking prisoners. Why, oh why had what seemed like such a nice, peaceful night ended up like this?
It had started off as a normal night at a hotel after a conference. Then someone, no one was sure who but Germany had a feeling his brother had something to do with it, had suggested the idea of having a pillow fight to pass the time. Now he and Italy were fleeing through the air vents while Japan had gone off to build some sort of "pillow death machine" as he called it. Great.
They came to an opening in the floor of the vent through which they could get back into the hotel. Germany peered down through the slats, checking for any enemies.
"Okay, it looks like the coast is clear. Let's go Italy."
"Okey doke!"
As they dropped through the opening in the vent they heard shouts of, "Ha! I told you they'd be here!" And, "Shut up, France!" And then they were being pummeled on all sides by pillows. It was so bad, Germany couldn't even see Italy anymore. All he heard were screams of, "Waah! England hit meeee! Germany! Help!" It would be really helpful if Japan could show up right about now. Too bad there was only Romano, intent on hitting his brother with, wait was that a giant slingshot? It was, and with Spain behind him, Romano entered into the fight, shooting pillows at everything he could see.
"Ha ha! This is so fun Romano!"
"What's fun about it? It's a nuisance! Outta my way, potato bastard!"
Germany got slammed into the opposite wall by the force of Romano's slingshot. Luckily, what with all the panic Romano had caused, Italy had escaped back up into the vents. Germany wasn't sure if he had planned this or not, but from the cursing he guessed not.
Just then Russia showed up dragging the rest of the Soviet Union behind him. He appeared to have a pillow-firing bazooka. Perfect. Just great. Now America was trying to hide behind England, France, and the rest as Russia advanced on him with the pillow bazooka. BOOM! And America went flying down the hall, eventually skidding to a stop some ten yards away. Russia looked disappointed.
"I was hoping he might die."
Everyone looked at each other, assessing whether or not it was worth it to try to beat down Russia and take the bazooka. They all decided against it and scattered. Somehow everyone ended up downstairs in the lobby. They eyed each other, trying to decide whether to fight each other, or team up against Russia. Russia arrived and started blasting everything in the room with the pillow bazooka. Vases shattered, sofas toppled, and England was sent flying into France.
"Ha! I've wanted to do that for years! Bring it on, comrades!"
Now everyone was grouping together to find the best formation for charging Russia, when suddenly Japan appeared in what looked like a giant robot cat. Everyone stared.
"Dasvedanya, kitty." Russia raised the pillow bazooka.
The cat opened its mouth and fired a stream of pillows at Russia knocking him into the wall. In all the excitement, no one seemed to have noticed that Russia had dropped the pillow bazooka. That is, not until Finland dropped out of the vents with Sweden hot on his heels. Finland tossed Sweden the pillow bazooka, which Sweden already had one of, dear God, and charged headfirst at the robo-cat. Finland, undeterred by the screams of half the people in the room, jumped in the air and kicked the robo-cat in the mouth. The cat exploded in a rain of pillows and everyone agreed that Finland won because nobody wanted to mess with him. Nobody.