Opposites

"Hello, and welcome to the fucking World Conference. This is where dipshits talk about crap that no one cares about." America said with a bored tone. The goverment officals, or their 'audience' stared at him with shock.

Not giving them a second glance, America walked cooly back to the podium to start the meeting. So far no one was fighting. 'Tsk, tsk. That just won't do' he thought. "Okay everyone, lets begin. I think I have a solution to the poverty in Africa." The African nations leaned slightly over, trying to listen closely to whatever he'd say. Then, smirking, America held up a photo showing a gigantic explosion. "A brand new Grand Canyon! The best new torist attraction and I get all the cash. Who's with me!" He said quickly before quickly avoiding the angry African Nations.

Japan immediatly stood up. "I disagree!" He yelled. Switzerland shuddered and stared fearfully at the gun on the table. "N-no, no bad- flying shit! AH! No. . ."

A few chairs down the table, England rolled his eyes but gave America a sheepish smile. "Um, well, I don't think that's a very good idea. . ." He trailed off.

France sneered. "Don't be so nice! America, that idea is crap!" He yelled. America came strutting over and snorted. "Yeah, you say that because you want to do it and rake in all the money!"

"Maybe. . ."

". . ." America leaned down slight so he could whisper to France. "How many explosives can you supply? I can do about a millon in two weeks if I go full force. Full force is if no one sleeps."

France hummed in thought. "About half that much in two weeks. I don't have as many resorces as you. But you know. . ." The two continued their conversation and England sulked slightly. Why couldn't he enjoy conversations like that?

China drunkingly waved around a bottle from his own seat. "Hey! Hey, where's Korea! Awe, son of a bitch. . .Hey, England!" He yelled. "Gimme, the stupid bitch you fucking beer! Haha!"

Across the room, Spain repeatedly threw a ball at the wall in boredom. "Russia! Go help out China, would ya?" He asked. Russia cringed in fear. "O-of course!" He rushed to China to do as he was told.

Latvia and Lithuiania laughed as Russia slowly made his way to China. Belarus quivered in fear and tried to hide from everyone.

Estonia sighed from his own seat. "Russia, when are you going to stand up for yourself?" He asked. Poland laughed gruffily and patted (punched) Russia in the back, his biker gang get up sucessfully freaking him out. "Like, shut the fuck up! Russia can't do nothing, man!" He yelled, pissing Lithuania off. The brunette walked up to Poland and they began their normal routine of yelling at eachother.

Then, Greece, still high on coffee, began to chase Turkey around with a shovel. A little farther away, England was trying to get America's attention while he and France disgussed whether or not South Africa was flammable.

And then, everyone froze. A pair of fists were banging on the table and everyone shivered slightly. "Hey! Everyone shut up! Sit down so we can start the meeting! And gimme all your pasta!" Italy yelled with a smirk. Everyone immediatly sat down and stopped fighting, though Greece was still twitching slightly, and England was still trying to get America's attention.

There were a few moments of silence, until Italy ordered for someone to begain. Slowly, a hand rose up and Italy sighed. "Yes, you may speak Germany." He said, annoyed.

There was a small smile on the messy blond's face as he grabbed a sheet of paper and stood up. Everyone groaned, knowing exactly what was going to happen next:

"WURRRRRRST~!"

AN: ...I don't even know...Well, I don't own Hetalia, and even though I don't own you, REVIEW OR I'LL GET BIKER POLAND ON YOUR ASS!