The frying pan sat on the bench. It was Hungary's dearest possession, and she had accidentally left it at home. She had gone to the world meeting, and now she had to deal with Czech Republic and Slovakia annoying her, that shit-for-brains Romania and worst of all, pervy Prussia, without it.
Hungary walked down the hallway to the meeting room. Italy was standing outsider the door, and looked sad. She hated to see Italy sad. Ever since they had lived together in Holy Roman Empire's house,when Italy was tiny, Hungary had always cared about him. Italy looked up, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Italy, what's wrong?" Hungary asked. Italy burst into tears.
"Germany said he hated me! And then he got Prussia to take me outside and Prussia tried to lock me in a suitcase and roll me down the street!" Italy sobbed, embracing Hungary in a tight hug.
"I'll find Prussia and whack him with my frying pan!" Hungary yelled. And then she realised. Her frying pan was at home. And she couldn't walk back to her house because the meeting was about to start. If she was late again all her enemies would laugh at her. And she couldn't knock them out without her trusty frying pan.
Hungary opened the door. Around a large table sat all the countries. England and France were arguing, Prussia was annoying her dear Austria, and Czech was laughing with Romania. And was that California sitting next to America? She shouldn't even be here! Ugh. Worst day ever. And the last seats are next to either Prussia or California. Hungary sat next to California, leaving the sobbing Italy to sit next to Prussia.
"I wish I could bake a cake made of rainbows and smiles and we could eat and be happy!" California says to Hungary. Hungary's face goes red with anger. She picks up some sheets of paper and whacks California across the face with it. The blonde's face screws up. Tears run down her face. California gets out of her seat and runs towards the toilets. Hungary sighs, her eyes rolling. Why was everyone so annoying today?