It was a pretty normal morning for Germany-or, it would be if he hadn't slept in. As he walked into the kitchen, he found a short brunette sitting in his kitchen, giving and odd look to a box of poptarts. "Italy?"
"Veh?" Italy turned around. "Oh, hi Germany!"
"What are you doing?"
"I was just wondering," said Italy, "Why do they put instructions on the box? Have you ever met someone who didn't know how to make poptarts?"
The blond man sighed, taking the box from Italy's hands. "You never know."
Meanwhile, at England's house...
"GAH!" yelped England, jerking his hand away from the toaster, his caterpillar eyebrows nearly in the clouds. He was trying (and failing) to get some poptarts out of the toaster, which he had bought because Sealand had demanded them.
"What's going on in there?" asked Sealand. He peeked his head out from around the corner to see England clutching a slightly burned hand and glaring at the toaster.
England turned his leer to the little bot in the sailor suit. "I've burnt my hand five times thanks to you and your incendiary pastries! Why would they make them so hard to get out of the stupid toaster!"
Sealand walked over to England and peered into the toaster. "Oh, you put them in wrong."
"What?"
"You put them in height-wise."
"..."
"Didn't you read the instructions?"
This is my first story! I hope you liked it. I got the idea when my friend pointed out that there are instructions on poptarts. This scene instantly came to mind.
Anyways, Please Review! I really want to hear what you think.