It was a typical day at F.R.O.G. Inc. Employees were working away in there cubicles, the CEO Prussia was throwing darts at a dart board (probably with a picture of Austria on it), and finally France and Spain where at the water cooler laughing their heads off.
"Hon hon hon hon~! Non, seriously mon ami, we haven't done THAT sense high school." France chuckled.
"Middle school actually mi amigo~!" Spain corrected his friend while whipping away a manly tear from laughing too hard. "Man, remember how much trouble we got in when they caught us!?"
"Oui! It was so hilarious!" The two men then took a deep breath to calm themselves. France's eyes then lit up. "You know Spain"
"Si ?"
"There's a copy room here that practically no one goes into~" France said devilishly as he poked the Spaniard's cheek. Spain snickered.
"Lead the way France~." the two comrades then walked to the copy room snickering and whispering the way there. When the duo reached their destination, France looked around the room and then closed the door. Spain then walked to the copier and opened the lid. France loaded the copier with fresh ink and 500 pieces of blank copy paper. The Frenchman, trying to contain laughter, looked at the Spaniard and they both nodded. Spain then dropped his pants and Spanish boxers around his ankles and sat his rumpus on the machine. France then pushed the start button and a florescent light flashed from cheek to cheek and out came perfect 4x11 copies of Spanish ass. France took hold of the first 10 copies and looked them over, laughing yet again.
"This kind of tickles!" Spain laughed. Lights flashed more and more bum was produced on paper. 490 copies of booty later and there where 500 colour copies os Spain's "tomatoes" that were now in a think stack on the table.
"Where are we gonna put them mi amigo?" Spain asked as he fixed his belt and dusted off his pants leg.
" Hon hon hon~ I have an idea~"
~Later That Day~
Prussia, bored of throwing darts, decided he needed some coffee. The silver haired CEO walked into the break room half asleep. He reached for the cabinet where the instant/commoners coffee was kept and opened it quickly. And as he did there was an avalanche of 500 colour copies of Spain's buttocks that showered the CEO so hard that he fell back on his own butt. He took one picture in his hand and scowled. Finally, Prussia lost his cool and yelled "WHAT ZEE HELL IS THIS!? ANTONIO! FRANCIS! YOU'RE FIRED!" And from the water cooler there was the sound of a high five and the laughter of two friends.