Prologue
A white, blue eyed mochi with glasses and a blond cowlick was hopping away from the danger behind it. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" It shouted in fear as it tried to open the locked oak door. "There's no escape... You trespassed... Now you pay..." a girl with raven black hair and lifeless emerald green eyes appeared behind the blue eyed mochi. The girl's pale hands picked the mochi and stared into the white mochi's fearfulled blue eyes. She smiled gently as she saw it was in fear. "Now, now... It'll be quick... I promise~..." She whispered to the mochi as it shook it's head 'no'. She lightly petted the mochi and her pure snow white dress was covered with red 'paint'.
CHAPTER ONE
A man with short, messy blond hair, and emerald eyes was looking in one of his cookbooks. "Ok... Add the milk and stir slowly." He said as he slowly poured the gallon of milk into the pot of yellow noodles with cheese powder on it and putted it down as he stirred the milk into the noodles. "Mac-and-cheese are the easiest thing to make." He said with confidence in his voice.
"Britain! Dude!" The British man flinched at the American accent and knocked a container of poison into the Mac-and-cheese.
"Bloody hell!" He shouted in anger.
A man with short blond hair with a cowlick and blue eyes walked in the kitchen and plugged his nose. "Britain, dude, that stinks."
"Shut it America! Your loud voice made me knock the poison in my meal, you bloody git!" The British man shouted at the American as he washed the poisoned Mac-and-cheese down the drain.
"Dude, why was there poison in your kitchen?" The American asked as he looked in the cabinets.
"Oliver. You know how he loves to bake his cupcakes." The British said as he was trying to forget his neon pink wearing maniac version of him.
"Oh." America said as he pulled out a brown box with blue letters that spells, 'Cookies' and ate the chocolate chip cookies. "Oh yeah, dude, everyone is coming over. Italy said that he knows something that's so freaking cool!" Britain plugged his ears, trying to block the American's loud and booming voice.
"Bloody git..." He whispered quietly as he walked out of his kitchen.
Soon France, China, Russia, Canada, Italy, Romano, Germany, Prussia, Spain, and Japan arrived at England's place.
Countries slowly trickled in the door, France the first one to arrive, wearing his trademarked snazzy blue cape and red pants. His awesome clique of Prussia and Spain swaggered in. They weren't wearing shoes. Germany and Italy stumbled in next, Italy atop Germany's broad shoulders. The muscular nation let out an exasperated sigh. "Mein Gott, stop sqvirming!"
The smaller nation complied, falling backwards with a snort onto the soft carpet of England's house. He made no effort to get up, but Germany still outstretched a hand to help him. "You're an idiot, Italy."
Italy just shrugged. "Ayo, let's go find some food or something, Doitsu. Swaggin." Italy kept hold of Germany's hand and strutted with him into the kitchen, where France was looking through the cabinets, Spain was sleeping on the large table, and Prussia sitting on the counter, them all debating about what their next Vine should be of.
Russia burst through the entrance in an expensive looking sled pulled by huskies, breaking the doorframe on his way in. "Hello, everyone! I am here!" He stepped off the sled and over the dogs to make his way inside. He heard a disgruntled gargle, so he followed the noise to what was the kitchen, where Italy was crying. Germany was desperately trying to comfort him.
"Friend, what is wrong?" Russia asked, worried about his tiny Italian friend.
"He found vasted pasta in ze sink." Germany said to the purple-eyed nation. "He von't stop crying."
Italy flailed miserably like the piece of shit he is. "Oh, mio dio!" He cried out.
"It's okay, Italy, calm down." Germany rubbed Italy's sexy back in soothing circles as he heaved with sobs.
"No," tears slid down his face. "The pasta! It's gone!"
Everyone in the kitchen bowed their heads and stood silently to honor the fallen noodles as the upset nation continued his episode. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the front door burst open, and the echo could be heard throughout the whole house. Spain gallantly sprinted into the kitchen with Romano clinging onto his back. No one noticed.
China rode in on his motherfucking badass dragon boss, and Japan's bitching face trailed behind him, a giant glowing sword casually in his hand.
"Desu kawaii gomenasai, Italy-sama-chan," Japan greeted.
"Ay bitch, wazzup homeswagger," Italy replied, reaching in Germany's boot to pull out a pair of sunglasses.
Britain waltzed like a flaming homosexual into the kitchen, surprised to see that everyone had arrived. The countries all simultaneously stared into his soul.
"Hi, everyone," Britain said. They all responded in their various languages because that's fucking awesome.
"Aru, what should we do now, aru aru," China said.
America did a backflip onto a skateboard and rolled into China. China glared at him.
Germany blinked. "I don't know vhy I'm even here."
"Because you're my bitch," Italy told him.
"Makes sense." Germany leaned forward and kissed Italy on the cheek, slobbering in the process. Italy didn't care, because Germany was hot.
"I have some really shizzy news to tell!" Italy screeched. Prussia began to cry. He was sensitive.
"What is it?" Russia asked.
Canada appeared in the room.
Everybody screamed. "HOLY FUCK WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?" Prussia yelled through tears.
"I've been here since last Tuesday," Canada murmured.
"Okay now shut the fuck up guys I need to tell you the news, yo!" Italy shouted.
They all looked at Italy patiently, waiting for an answer.
