Hi there! This is my first Hetalia fanfic, but it's just going to be one-shots of little ideas that I have. There will be future chapters, some definitely longer than this one, but never shorter. Only nation names used. I have some ideas for funny chapters, like this one, but I also have some ideas for more serious subjects. Being a history major, I'll probably dabble with some true events and each country's reaction to them. Anyhoo, thanks for reading this author's note if you've come this far, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, no matter how much I wish I did.

England was beginning to wonder why they even held these world conferences in the first place. They could hardly get past the opening remarks without dissolving into bickering. This time, he and France managed not to be the first to argue, but surprisingly China and Japan had started it off…something to do with food prices…

Sitting a few seats down and on the opposite side of the table, England saw Denmark and Norway having a silent dispute as the yelling escalated between the two Asian countries. Norway held a stopwatch and was discreetly pointing at it while Denmark was not-so-discreetly pointing and England and France.

With a soft huff of laughter, England realized that the two Nordic countries had placed bets on this world conference. He wasn't exactly sure who he wanted to win, but he still smiled when Denmark grudgingly handed over an untidy stack of Kroners. Norway raised an eyebrow and carefully disguised the motion of tossing down a drink as a sweep to fix the hair lightly brushing across his forehead. Denmark's expression was torn between a kicked puppy and an angry bear, but he nodded without saying a word.

England rested his chin against one of his hands, and in doing so he caught sight of something going on in the far corner of the room, "Is that…oh for the love of everything holy…" Italy and Romano were crouched over a hotplate, which held a boiling pot of water. Romano was preparing to dump in a box of pasta while Italy neatly diced the tomatoes on a cutting board.

Glancing down at Germany, England saw a dark scowl on his face, and he tapped a middle finger against the oak table. His hard blue eyes flashed between the Italians and the escalating argument between China and Japan as a vein pulsed in his temple. Russia had now joined in the fray, adding little comments that only stoked the flames of the fire without getting burned himself. England knew the blonde haired nation was going to blow his lid soon, but another country beat him to the punch by shouting over the noise.

"DUDES, I CAN TOTALLY FIX THIS!"

China slowly set down his wok as Japan tilted his head in a way that made him look neutral and curious at the same time. Russia looked a little disappointed and leaned back in his chair with a small sigh.

America stood eagerly at the head of the table with that familiar 3,000 megawatt grin and a burning light of excitement in his eyes.

"Oh, bloody hell…" England groaned under his breath when he saw the chalkboard with a white sheet draped over it standing behind America.

The young nation lowered his voice two decibels below shouting before he continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Superhero Agriculture Man!" He whisked off the white sheet to reveal a shoddy drawing of a muscular man garbed in a hideous red, green, and blue outfit, complete with go-go boots and a mask to conceal the face, "He's a genetically modified superhero that—"

Germany had begun to rise, no doubt to give his familiar shouting speech that got everyone in line, but England beat him to the punch. It was only a few days after America's independence celebration—that was probably why England suddenly found himself with a short fuse with his former brother (it wasn't that he was irritated with the day. He could actually be proud of America for his independence, but it was the over-the-top, obnoxious way that the young nation went about celebrating that made him grind his teeth).

"BLOODY HELL, AMERICA!" England roared as he slammed his palms against the table, "JUST BECAUSE YOU MANAGED TO ENGINEER CAPTAIN AMERICA IN WORLD WAR TWO, DOESN'T MEAN A GENETICALLY ENGINEERED SUPERHERO WILL SOLVE EVERY OTHER PROBLEM!"

America looked a little taken aback by the outburst, but his grin didn't diminish in the slightest, "Do I smell a little jealously, Iggy?"

England tried to lower his voice, "It's been seventy years, America, and you haven't been able to make a superhero since then. It's not happening, git."

"Watch me."

Like I said, there will be funny chapters and serious chapters, but all of them will be one-shots. If you really like my work and you have a request, I'll see what I can do to fulfill your wishes :) Please drop a review if you have the time, since I'd really like to hear your feedback on this (being my first Hetalia fic and all that). Also, today, June 6th, 2014...well, it's the 70th anniversary of the D-Day invasion of Europe. Always remember the sacrifices that the young men of our countries have made to protect our ways of life, no matter where you're from.