First story, don't judge, this is a parody, I don't own Hetalia, blah blah blah, you know the drill, now get on with the freaking story.
"And so," said America, a dirty blonde wearing glasses and a brown coat, "That's how I'm going to be the hero in the end as always."
A single hand was raised
"Yes England?"
"Are you high or just incredibly stupid?"
"I can assure you I am not high."
Odd as it may seem, this was how a normal meeting played out at the World Conference Center, as a matter of fact, this particular meeting was going a bit more smoothly than many others in the past.
"Thank you America, for yet another 'amazing' presentation." Germany sighed, "Would anyone else like to make a speech or are we done here?"
A hand went up meekly through the air
"Yes Italy?" The blonde asked
Italy lowered his hand, "PAS-"
"Don't freaking say it." Said Italy's older brother, Romano, a black haired gentleman wearing a pink button-up shirt with a particularly negative disposition.
"Oh come on Lovino~" Said the happy, brown haired man-child next to him, "Your Brother just wants to speak his mind~!"
"Can it Spain." Romano glared, "We both know he's going to say pasta, just like at every other meeting."
"When was that?"
"EVERY WEDNESDAY."
"Oh, I never noticed."
"That's because you're an idiot."
Spain began eating a tomato, "I don't know what that is, but I think the meeting should end now."
"PASTAAAAAAA!" Italy took the opportunity to end the meeting in the usual manner.
"Damn it Italy….." Germany muttered
TO BE CONTINUED.
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
…
OBVIOUSLY.