WARNING: By clicking on the link that led you to this story, you shall be exposed to pointless idiocy, human names, and food. Lots of different kinds.

A/N This idea came from me ranting about how I needed ice-cream while eating pancakes with Canada-kun. . . He likes muh pancakes but then again, he's just awesome and polite. . . LOL pail, I wrote this while listening to Yellow Submarine by the Beatles XDD

THE BEATLES! FFFFFFFF~

Disclaimer: Only own the idea

Chapter One:

In Which the Nations Agree It's a 'Great' Idea

(Until The Nations Realize Something of Utter Importance)

"Alright, we're obviously not getting anywhere yet again, so I'm going to try to bring up a topic I've had on my mind but never really wanted to voice. Why now? Because I'm desperate for some form of forward movement." Germany close to shouted in his deep voice. Italy made a small 'Ve~' noise in amazement as everybody went silent and Romano only rolled his eyes. Spain smiled at the gesture and whispered "so cute, Lovi~" to him before Germany continued. How eye-rolling was cute, only Spain will ever really know.

"We should discuss ways to get to know our populations better. How many of us can say we really know this generation's hobbies and personalities and all of those other important things?" Nobody raised their hands, as expected. "And plus, this way we can report back to our bosses and update them on how to make each nation, the geographical versions of course, happier and easier to live in. Now, who has an idea?" For a few moments, everyone was silent. They just stared at Germany like they had just seen him for the first time. Spain waved his hand in the air as France and Romano lost their grip. They knew this was going to end very strange.

"We could open a giant academy and each nation could invite their Top Ten of each grade level from nine to twelve and then the Nation's themselves could register as high school students." France and Romano had long ago scooted away to save themselves but had actually began to ponder the idea.

"Spain-nii~ That's a great idea!" Italy was first to speak up.

"Actually, that does sound like a good idea. It would be like a gauken AU." Japan murmured that last part to himself.

"All in favour of a giant international high school, raise your hand!" Germany commanded, ready with a pencil to jot down the number of hands in the air. He didn't really need to though, the majority was vast with only a few objections.

"Where are we going to get the money to build something like that?" Austria and Switzerland objected at the same time. Austria was a tad more quiet about it though.

"I'm sure we can find something. Perhaps a bake-sale?" Gilbert snickered.

"Gilbert?"

"Yes, bruder?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Ah, the Awesome Me can appear like magic." He exaggerated this with wave his hands around, almost hitting Austria bringing on the wrath of Hungary.

"Well, next time you chose to appear and wave your hands around like an idiot, close the room doors." Prussia smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. Germany stacked his papers.

"Does anyone have any other ideas on how to raise money?" He looked around the thinking room.

"I like the idea of a bake-sale, Doitsu." Germany looked down at the smiling Italian that Gilbert was suddenly hanging off of.

"Yeah, Luddy! Italy likes it, I think we should do it." He was forced off said Italian as Romano elbowed him in the ribs extra hard.

"Off my brother, bastard." He growled before sitting back down.

"Indeed, Prusse's idea sounds lovely. A giant world bake-sale." France chuckled at the idea. Then smiled darkly as his mind shifted to make it a dirty bake-sale.

Germany sighed, exasperated. "Who else wants in on this crazy scheme?" Close to everybody raised their hands. "So, how are we going to do this?"

"First, we need to decide who's house we're doing this at." Switzerland crossed his arms irritably.

"How about we do a traveling bake-sale?" Everyone looked towards Greece, surprised the napping nation was able to keep up. Said nation rubbed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders as the cat that came with him wandered between him and Egypt.

"I like that idea." England rubbed his chin.

"So who's house are we starting at?" Switzerland rearranged his own question.

"Hmm, how about Germany's so the rest of us have time to prepare. It was his brother who suggested it, afterall." Turkey smiled innocently as Germany sent him a death glare.

"Yeah, bruder! It can start at your house! We can make lots and lots of wursts!" Gilbert hung himself off his brother's neck.

"Can I help? I can make pasta!" Italy chimed in clapping his hands.

"No, idiot, we need to prepare for when its our turn." Romano grabbed his brother's arm and tugged him out of the room.

"Uh, I guess the meeting is over." Spain said quickly offering an irresistible smile before following the twins.

"Oh, Anglettere, I feel so horrible for you~" France teased before taking his own leave.

"What? Just 'cause you can cook better doesn't mean a bloody damn thing, you stupid frog!" England shouted back before stomping out of the room.

The rest of the nations proceeded to tease one another before going through the same doors that were actually abused by the angrier nations that left first.

WURSTS!

"Alright, bruder, lets see. What can we make other than wursts that our people enjoy?" Gilbert came downstairs in a wife beater with the Prussian flag design to keep sleeves out of the way. Ludwig came down wearing a plain grey wife beater. Gilbird fluttered down closely behind with a yellow flag that said 'PIYO~!' in flashy white letters.

"Hmm. . . Potatoes?" Ludwig gave his brother a once over decided this was going to be hell.

"Well, no shit, but what else? What is usually served in dinners?" Gilbert was close to whimpering with impatience. "Ooh! I know! Lets make apfelpfannkuchen!" Gilbert's shiny eyes were met with Ludwig's judging eyes. "What?"

"You would want pancakes. . ." He sighed but began looking for the recipe.

"Not just pancakes, apple pancakes!" Gilbert clapped.

"What else? Might as well as look for it while I'm searching through the cookbooks." Ludwig pulled out three big books and a box of recipe cards.

"Hmm," He stole a book and began skimming. He stopped and pointed to something tht slightly resembled America's doughnuts. "Lebkuchen."

"No more breads." Germany placed a bookmark next to the recipe.

"Soup?"

"Why not."

"German soup balls. . . Can I go look that up to see what it looks like really quick?" Gilbert grinned devilishly before rushing the computer. Ludwig heard his brother's immature laughter as he book marked that recipe, too. "Bruder, that looks disgusting!" He wiped away the tears. "And not in the dirty way either."

"Shut up, idiot. They're delicious."

"That's what she said."

"Stop hanging out with America."

Gilbert stole one other cookbook.

"Need some meat. . ." He paused on a page, but thought better of it and moved on. "No veil." Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Mattie would be upset." Gilbert stuck his tongue out at his younger brother. "Falscher sounds good. . ."

The two fought and argued over recipes until they had a total of fifty.

"Now for a date. I say about a week. Eight recipes per day. From nine to eight." Ludwig was surprised his brother was actually thinking reasonably. Usually he'd bee saying they should be prepared by noon and close up early around six so he could visit Canada.

"Sounds good, date?"

"TOMORROW!" There goes the reasonable thinking.

"How about two weeks from now?" Ludwig pleaded with his older brother.

"Fine." The ex-nation huffed.

YAY! Next chapter is the official German Bake-Sale! What to call it. . .

Holy shit, this is WAY off from what I had planned. . . Stupid Switzerland had to bring up a really good point of how to pay for all this. -puffs cheeks-

Whatever.

This might be fun. . .

REVIEWS MEAN GILBO WON'T EAT ALL THE FOOD AND WE GET VISITS FROM OTHER NATIONS! :DDD

TSS of H