This was inspired by listening to the English cover of Macaron done by Juby Phonic. You guys should listen to her song, it's wonderful. Her descriptions are great. Or you won't, that's fine too.
This is just random. Hopefully it makes you laugh. I don't know.
I don't own Hetalia.
They were at a world meeting. Francis, Alfred, Mathew, and England, they were otherwise known as France, America, Canada, and England, had arrived early. England showing up early had been a coincidence though. America and Canada had come in on the same flight and had been going to a hotel when France had texted them saying they could stay over. Mathew was all for it, Alfred was not. But, he went along with it. The only other person in the room was the Netherlands. They didn't notice him.
Because Mathew and Alfred had come in the night before, Francis and Mathew had had a cooking fest. They'd had plenty of time before they needed to go to bed, and America certainly wasn't complaining about all the sweets they had made in their little cooking frenzy. They had brought along some of the sweets. Mathew had piled them in front of his seat so he could distribute them with Francis among the other nations at lunch time.
He never noticed when one of the jars of treats was snatched away for a few moments.
It was really just bad luck that they thought they had woken up late, because the clock had broken, and so they had rushed out the door without eating breakfast.
It was France who suggested that they eat some of the baking they had brought as their breakfast. Even though it wasn't a proper meal it would still tide them over until lunch time after all. America went for the cookies, Mathew slid the jar of macarons closer to himself. France waited for a little bit. He had seen what had happened to the jar of macarons.
It took five minutes after Mathew's first bite into the macarons for him to start acting up. Arthur had been trying to ignore them and was pretending that they weren't there until that happened. It was kind of hard to ignore the one son that was normally very quiet start to go off on a rant with big arm gestures about how "awesome" and "crunchy" and "wonderful" they were to America. France guessed that he had caught on, even with his notorious thick-headedness, to what had happened. He was laughing in that obnoxious way of his and just nodding along to everything Mathew said.
"What the bloody hell! Why is Mathew pretty much bouncing off the walls? Is this your fault, frog?" France just snickered. Mathew didn't notice he had even talked. And, America just outright ignored him.
Francis was shaking silently with laughter by then.
It was only when the other nations started to slowly filter in that Mathew came down from his high. He spent the entire meeting slouched over depressed, and trying to bury his face in his arms to escape his embarrassment at the way he'd been acting. America just kept giggling, sorry laughing quieter than usual but still heroically, the entire meeting and reaching over occasionally to pat his brother on the back. Mathew kept muttering little things to himself and his brother the entire time, not even pretending to pay attention to the meeting anymore.
"Oh my God. I can't believe I did that."
"It was totally awesome dude. So cool, aw, you're crying? It's alright."
As soon as the meeting was over Mathew had rushed out, America following right after him, probably thinking the entire incident was hilarious. That was when France had sidled over to grin at the Netherlands.
"So," France starts off. "I'm guessing you're the one that put the drugs into the macarons?"
Lars grinned.
So, I don't really know what the actual creator of Hetalia has for his human name but, I've seen Lars used as the name for the Netherlands. So, I'm going to keep using it.