Another world conference meeting had came and went, and, once again, all involved nations found themselves a little deader on the inside.

Everyone was between packing up their things and leaving, talking with their neighbours, when a blond-haired man, or whatever you wanted to call him, poised his way over to near the top of the table.

"Hey, England!"

"Poland. What can I do for you?" he asked politely, for he was a gentleman of the highest calibre.

"I'm like, kinda short on money, and Liet said that it was pretty awesome working for America, but I like, totally hate all that greasy food, y'know? So I was like, yeah, I'll be picking that up for him, whatever. And his house must totally smell like coffee, I'd be like, puke, it stinks. Anyway, what was I saying... ohmigosh, that's it, it'd be like, totally awesome if you like, needed jobs done and I did them. You'd have to like, pay me, but whatever, right? Sounds too awesome, I know, but would I lie to you? Nah, I wouldn't, look at your face, you're totally adorable. The eyebrows are a little wei-"

"Well..." breathed England, interjecting. "Thank you, I'll bear that in mind."

"'Kay, toodles. Just call if you need me, it'd be like, an awesome huge favour."

Poland turned and minced away, swinging his ass to and fro. Hungary had to laugh at herself a little for being so annoyed at that behind being wasted on a man. Either that or she'd cry.

America suddenly snorted.

"Something funny?" asked England shortly.

The afore mentioned yank was now silently pissing himself, scarce able to find words that could fight their way past the guffaw in his throat. "Iggy... pffft. Iggy really has a Pole up his ass!"

... everyone groaned, and America received a slap upside the head for his troubles.


Lol, I love the end, it's so 70s sitcom. XD

Duh duh-ruh-duh-ruuuh... ~

Haha, R&R, please. XDDD