This is an idea I've been working on for a while, and I finally decided to write it out! Quite basically put this will be a one-shot collection revolving around the various personifications of South America. And I had to make personalities, ages, looks, etc., for all twelve of them, which included reading their entire histories on Wikipedia. T.T Also, before you read: these characters are based on their countries STEREOTYPES, same as all Hetalia characters. So please don't be offended if you're from Argentina or Brazil or wherever by of my blatant stereotyping. I promise you it was done on purpose.
"I'm going to kill myself." Brazil muttered to herself. "I'm serious. I'm going to kill myself."
"There, there." Uruguay cooed softly, gently rubbing her back in a soothing manner. "You're under a lot of stress. It's understandable."
"I know! And I thought organizing this thing was bad! Do you have any idea how hard it was to convince Hungary not to come?"
Uruguay frowned. "Why would she even want to come any ways?"
"That." Brazil said in response, making half gesture towards where Chile and Peru were in yet another argument. This one apparently revolving around Peru's little sister.
Bolivia herself was in the corner, eating a small plate of snack food she'd swiped when the buffet had been deserted for a minute. She didn't seem to care much about the argument going on nearby, and was stuffing the food down as if it was her last meal. At the sight of the Brazil slammed her head back into the table. "I'd ask you to kill me, but I'm afraid you might actually do it."
Uruguay blushed faintly. "Well…uh…yes, I probably would."
Brazil once again slammed her head into the table. "I. Hate. This. So. Much." She punctuated each word with another head slam. Uruguay appeared unaffected by the sight, even when blood started smearing on the table.
But, of course, the somewhat peace could only last so long. "BRAZIL!" She looked up to see Chile standing over the table. He looked furious. "You agree with me, right?"
She was half tempted to snap at him, but instead she took a deep breath. Doing her best to keep her voice steady she asked "what are you arguing this time?"
"His hoarding problem!"
"Have you ever proven he has a hoarding problem?"
"No, but I might as well have! You've seen how many sunglasses he buys! And does he ever wear them? No! I'm convinced there's just piles of sunglasses all over his house! I mean really, it makes no sense!"
"Maybe you should go to his house and check. I'm sure Hungary would love that." She decided not to mention she wouldn't mind that filming either. Ah, yaoi. She shook her head to clear it of all thoughts of a blushing red Chile clinging on to Peru and- NO, BAD! BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD! Wait until you can write it down! And the others can't see the color of your face!
Chile was giving her an odd look. "I'm going to leave you to whatever sick, impossible fantasies are running through your head." He said, and walked away.
Uruguay watched him go. "Would you feel better if I locked them in a closet together with a video camera taped to a wall and the threat of a bloody demise if they don't do…that?"
Brazil shook her head, wiping away the last of the blood on her forehead. Most of it had dried up already. "No, but thanks for the offer."
Uruguay nodded and faint smile brushed his lips. "Well if you're done having an emotional breakdown I believe it's time for football."
Brazil perked up instantly. She got to her feet and left the room, returning a minute later wearing a pair of booty shorts instead of her previous green and yellow skirt. Her hair had been tied in a ponytail and she clutched a black and white ball under one arm. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled, the loud sound instantly turning all heads towards her. There were several cheers and excited murmurs as the others recognized her appearance. "It's time!" With that she ran for the back of the building, the others chasing behind her. The annual South American Football Game was one of the major events known to all the personifications, usually because it almost always resulted in a group of teenagers and twenty year olds standing on a demolished field, shrieking at each other in Spanish.
Belize stood in front of them on the large expanse of grass. "Okay, this year for team leaders we have…" she looked at the group and enjoyed their suspense for a minute before saying "Argentina" Argentina whooped and jogged over to her, looking quite pleased. "And Paraguay." Paraguay grinned and walked over to her.
Brazil nodded, apparently satisfied with her choice, and walked back to the main group. "Okay, you know the drill. Pick your team member one at a time in a civilized fashion. Save your viciousness for the field."
"All right, I'm picking first." Argentina said before Paraguay could get a word in. "Eenie, meenie, nice ass." And he pointed at Brazil. She winked and waved said ass back a forth all the way over to him.
Paraguay smiled and thought for a minute. "Peru" he said, and the brightly dressed man walked over to him.
Argentina gave Brazil a conspiratorial glance. She nodded and he said "Chile."
Chile rolled his eyes but walked over to join them.
And so it continued until Guyana walked over to join Paraguay's team. Then Belize turned and looked at the field. "We've got the left side, you take the right." The two groups split, and a truly vicious game began.
-Continental-
"You fucking lost, just admit it already!" Argentina shrieked in Spanish, apparently attempting to squash Paraguay like a bug as the two squirmed in on the many huge gouges that decorated the ground.
And to be quite frank, the rest of the nations weren't being very sportsmanlike either. Brazil currently had Venezuela by his collar, shaking him back and forth as the two screaming insults at each other in rapid fast Spanish.
Yep. Looks like that tradition of ending up on the from page of the newspaper because of these stupid gatherings wouldn't be ending this year.
And I guess that's a wrap! It's shorter than I expected, but I like it. What do you guys think so far?
-Hero of the Dark