Guys. This is probably the strangest thing I ever wrote. I apologize for what you are about to read...
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It was a fateful day when Poland finally found his way to claiming all the nations. Warsaw is everyone's capital now! The world is his. Now, a year has passed, and the nations have um...gotten accustomed to Poland's behavior...
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"I'm like, so tired of this Polish rule thing, omigosh!" England said, standing up in his seat at the world meeting. Everyone clapped their hands.
"OMG, that was a greatastic speech!" Spain called out, grinning ear-to-ear.
"Thanks, bae~" he did that weird finger movement that you see those annoying girl-groups doing for some reason that I have yet to understand.
America checked off England's name on the list, using a pink, sparkly pen with purple kittens dancing on the design. Then he looked up.
"Germy, gurl, get ovah he~re!" he gestured to the buff nation sitting by an empty seat in the back of the room.
"Right, 'Merica~!" he giggled, standing up.
"So, like, I totes agree. This Polish thing is just...OMG so annoying! I mean, like, we should sooo all gang up on that guy!"
"How we do dat, gurl?" Japan asked, cocking his head, letting his once pure dark-brown hair (now stripped with such a deep pink color you'd puke up that shit you ate for lunch) hang to the side, over his face.
"Um, IDK, we just, totes barge in and like, surprise him while he's doing his beauty treatment. We'll be like 'HEEEY' 'BOOM' and he'll be all 'AHH' 'NO'. It's like, fool proof!"
Everyone nodded their heads with ooo's of admiration.
Suddenly, the door flung open.
"Ve, sorry I'm late!" Italy apologized in his usual squeaky voice.
"Ita, gurl, come in and like, join the parteh! A~ru!" China sang, flinging
his hands in the air, randomly.
"W-What?" he asked, giving him a strange look.
"What's wrong, GUUURL?" Germany asked, emphasizing "guuuurl".
"Germany?!"
"Yeah, GUUURL?" Romano also asked.
"I'm not a girl!"
"Like, chill out bae~" Russia said, patting the confused Italians back.
Italy stood there in shock. Then a small smile stretched across his face. He rushed out of the room, to come back an hour later wearing...a bigger version of the old green dress he wore as a child. Everyone stared for a second. Then they began swarming him.
"OMG that's totes adorbs!" Japan squealed, feeling the fabric in her- I mean his hand.
"IKR!" France agreed.
"Like, where da hell you buy that, gurl? It's supah cee-ute!" Russia had his hands on his hips, admiring the dress.
"Heeheehee, thank you!" Italy giggled like a little toddler.
Suddenly the door flew open.
"Did I like, hear something about an adorb dress?!" Poland gasped.
"AH! IT'S POLAND!"
- Ahem...I'm going to go jump off a cliff now...