Disclaimer: I own none of the Hetalia characters.

Warning: Obscene language, some OOCness, and insanity.

This is my first story. Sorry for any awkwardness in the writing, and please R&R!


Chapter 1. The Crazy Ones

It was yet another world meeting. Situated at Italy's house, most of the nation were surprisingly quiet. Italy looked like he was about to cry, France was whimpering French obscenities, England looked as if someone insulted his cooking, yet again, etc. These nations did not look happy.

Standing at the podium was Alfred F. Jones, who was at the center of the shocked attention, screaming apologies.

"I am so, soooooo sorry!"

After the initial shock carried over, mayhem ensued.

"Stop apologizing, you bloody wanker! Apologies won't help!"

"WHYYYYYYYYY?!"

"I need beer."

"Pasta... Think pasta, Italy."

"Tomatoes tomatoes tomatoes! RAAAAHHHHH!"

Spain just cried.

"It's all your fault, aru! If it wasn't for you and your creepy 'Become one with Mother Russia' crap, aru! Now they think we're all crazy, aru!"

"Says the communist who adds 'aru' to the end of all his sentences, da?"

"You were a communist!"

"Ex, da."


"I don't want to go in there, Mr. President." Hearing the screams inside the meeting room, Louis Mancini seriously didn't want to go in there. He could feel the migraine coming. Oh, wait. Nevermind, it's already there.

The only thing keeping him from freaking out completely was his grip on his trusty metal bat from his Little League days, used to beat burglars senseless and deflect bullets. That, and a pistol. But that was only for desperate situations.

"Mr. Mancini, remember that the fate of the world is in your hands." Louis just sent a death glare at the president.

"Thanks for putting the pressure on me."