Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any pies made in this story!


One day, England found a spell that can turn ANYTHING into pie! Without he knowledge of the other countries, he casts the spell, but doesn't know what kind of chaos he unleashed.

-Next Morning, World Meeting-

The next morning, England went to London (Ohonhonhonhonhon!) to prepare for the World Meeting. It took awhile, considering that the spell could backfire at him at any moment, he could turn into a hamburger for all he knew! That and America would eat him ALIVE!

"Blimey! That was a lot of hard work!" England sighed as he sat down in his chair. "Hmm, might as well have some tea then."

So Artie got up and went to the lobby's cafe to get some tea. Little did he know, all the countries were entering the meeting room already!

"Dude, where's Iggy?! I wanna bug him more!" America whined.

"Ohonhonhonhon! 'Bug' him, eh?" France asked.

"NOT LIKE THAT YOU FLIPPING-" America yelled, but was cut off by a knock on the door.

Denmark opened the door and there was...a note on the ground.

"Do YoU lIkE PiE?! If sO, WhAt iS yOuR fAvOrItE?!" said the note.

"Uh...I like fish pie sometimes..." the Dane replied slowly.

In an instant, there was a fish pie sitting a few ways away on the table.

"PIEEEEEEEEEE!" Denmark cheered, jumping straight for the pie.

Everyone stared at the Dane as he launched himself at the pie, but instead, he landed his face into the pie. Now the room smelled like fish.

"Idiot Dane," grumbled Norway, pulling Denmark by the ear and dragged him away from the pie.

"Kesesesese! Denny got a pie from novhere?! I vant to test zhat theory! I vant...a Vurst Pie!" Prussia declared.

A pie popped up not too far away. A heavenly smell of liver wurst floated through the air, clearly stating that it was the pie that the Prussian asked for.

Soon, many countries were making requests for many different types of pie. America had asked for a Hamburger Pie, Greece had asked for a cat-shaped pie, Italy had asked for a Pasta Pie, Romano wanted a Pizza Pie, France wanted a god-forsaken ROSE Pie, Canada asked for maple syrup pie, Japan asked for a small cherry pie, Russia had asked for a pie made from his favorite drink, and soon the room was filled with so many pies. Many smells creeped out from the room and into the hallway.

England was just returning to the Meeting Room until the smell of pies hit his nose. He paled slightly, dear god. He knew how much the countries loved pies, it almost tore the entire world apart! He made a mad dash to the Meeting Room and saw that the room was filled to the roof with pies!

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MOTHER BRITANNIA IS GOING ON HERE?!" he shrieked in horror and profound shock.

Pies, my friend, pies happened.