For some reason, yet another world meeting had evolved into something to do with alcohol. Unsurprising, Canada mused, considering that most of the participants spent more time drinking than solving problems. But at least this time it wasn't all about alcohol…
The nations had started arguing when America announced a 'coffee break,' insisting that there were better drinks than that.
"Wine is the best, as it is the drink of l'amour!" France grinned lecherously, but really, when didn't he?
"No way, beer is awesomer, right! West agrees too!" Prussia smirked, whenever there was conflict, he was always in the middle.
"Rum is the best alcohol, but tea is the best drink. It doesn't surprise me that frogs and krauts don't understand real taste." England scoffed, and rolled his eyes.
"Coffee is a real hero's drink!" America raised his overfull mug, almost drenching those unfortunate enough to sit near him.
"Vodka is the best, da?" Belarus looked ready to strangle anyone who disagreed with Russia, so most just kept quiet.
"Personally, sake is very good," Japan said so quietly that most missed it.
"All drinks originated in Korea, da ze~!" Korea beamed, and everyone ignored him like usual.
Canada was starting to get a headache from all the arguing; were drinks really that important? So he closed his eyes and tried to sit the rest of the debate out in silence.
"Hey, Birdie, you agree with me, right, that beer is the awesomest? And real Prussian beer, not that shit your brother makes!" Prussia poked Canada several times, and Canada realized, along with an immense migraine, that the countries were still yelling.
"Will they ever shut up?" He asked rhetorically, but Prussia just shook his head.
"Who is John Galt?" Answered Prussia. Canada was shocked.
"You've read that book?"
"Of course! It's awesome, just like me! And you, of course." Prussia quirked his mouth into that lopsided smile of his, and Canada could suddenly think of a lot of better things to do than listen to the arguments.
So, being the peaceful, quiet-loving nation that he was, he decided to shut them up once and for all.
Canada got out of his chair and stood on the table, stomping his metal-toed-boot-clad foot once, and nearly breaking the wood. Everyone turned at the sound of this new disturbance, and Canada yelled:
"MAPLE SYRUP TRUMPS ALL, BITCHES!" And ran out of the room, dragging Prussia by the arm.
In the shocked silence that followed, the other nations could hear the faint sound of a broom closet door being slammed shut.
Authoress' Random Ramble
Yes. I eat fudge at 1:10 am, and this spawns ^^ reviews are love!
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