And so you will learn what happens when two Hetalia fans get bored during Physics class...
This could, like, totally happen for reals in the show. Just sayin. FFF-
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Though this piece of awesome would probably be wanted by the creators. Oh yeah.
WARNINGS: Crack. There will be pairings: Gerita, Rusame, FrUk, PruCan, Giripan, DenNor, SuFin, AusSwiss, LietPol, RomaGerm, umm... more? Somewhere? I think it's listed by how much is in there... We threw in errbody! Anywho. OCs, because we need them. Violence. Fluff. Violence. And PASTA~!
CHAPTER 1: Start the Day
In which: No one really knows who's talking to whom and Italy wants Pasta.
Italy: Hello!
Russia: Privyet my little italian.
Italy: Do you have pasta?
Russia: Da, we have lots of pasta. *raep face*
Italy: *oblivious* Yay! Where? *looks around*
Russia: You only get pasta if you become one with Mother Russia, da?
Italy: Oka-
Germany: ITALY NIEN!
Prussia: Bruder! The awesome me shall save your little bed buddy!
Italy: Save me? From what?
America: I'M THE HERO!
Germany: *shoves America off -screen* Get out of here!
Sealand: And I'm really a country! Honest!
America: Dude, I have to talk to Russia... *wink wink*
Italy: *to Sealand* I've never seen you before. Who're you?
Canada: I'm Canada.
America: Well of course you are bro!
Kumajiro: *blank stare*
Russia: *rape face*
Germany: *face palm* *grabs Italy by the collar* Los geht's.
Italy: Ve~ Germany... Can we have pasta?
Austria: NO.
Hungary: Yes! *hits Austria with frying pan* Of course Germany will make him pasta~! *yaoi fangirl squeal*
Germany: VHY do you keep FOLLOWING ME?
Prussia: BECAUSE I'M AWESOME!
America: I'M THE AWESOME ONE!
Prussia: NO VAY! I totally out-awesome you!
Poland: Totally.
Canada: Oh maple...
America: NO I AM!
Prussia: NIEN! I AM!
Canada: *snapped* YOU'RE BOTH IDIOTS! NOW, SHUT. UP.
America & Prussia: O.O
Sealand: *bursts into tears*
Russia: ?
Canada: Wait... What just happened?
Kumajiro: *shakes in fear* W-who are you?
England: Wanker.
America: *to Prussia* N-no I am?
Belarus: *evil aura* If you know what's good for you, you'll shut up now.
America: Eep!
Belarus: You too Prussia. It would be a shame for something to happen to your vital regions...
Russia: *hides behind America*
Prussia: *nods*
Gilbird: Piyo~!
Pierre: *weird chirpy noise*
Tony: *to Pierre* I'm gonna eat you!
France: Non! America! Control your little... thing!
America: :| No. Why should I?
France: I will grope you into oblivion!
America:... TONY! TONY STOP!
Tony: Om nom nom. *burp* *feather falls*
America: Oh shi-
France: AMERI-
Russia: *pulls out pipe* Touch moi slodvakee Amerikanski and face the wrath of General Winter, da?
America: A.. merikanshi? *really bad accent*
Russia: My sweet American, da? *leer*
America: *blushes*
France: Ohonhonhonhon Ohonhonhonhonhon~
England: *creeping on France*
England: Nap time Frog! *hits France over the head with spell book*
France: *crumples to the floor*
Canada: Papa!
England: Don't worry. The damn frog is used to it by now. *drags France away*
Canada: … *shrugs*
Spain: Where did he go...? *panicking*
Everyone Conscious: Who?
Spain: My little Romano. He's missing!
Italy: *suddenly back* Mia fratello?
Spain: Si!
Italy: He's talking with Germany!
Germany: *loudly* FOR ZE LAST TIME. NO!
Romano: *louder than Germany* YOU-A DON'T-A GET A CHOICE YOU-A POTATO EATING BASTARD! STAY AWAY FROM MIA FRATELLO!
Italy: *to Spain with a clueless smile* They're being loud again. Ve~
Germany: I DON'T ZEE VHY YOU EVEN CARE!
Spain: :| I see. My little tomato...
Italy: Fratello, really! I like to be with Germany!
Romano: HE'S A POTATO EATING BASTARDO!
Italy: Ve~ You keep-a saying that...
Germany: Let's go home Italy. I'm getting a headache.
Italy: Ve~? Okay!
Romano: YOU-A GET BACK HERE YOU-
Spain: Time to go my lovely tomato~!
Romano: *muffled yelling and kicking*
Italy: Hey Germany? Can we have some pasta?
Austria: No.
Germany: GO AVAY! *shoves Austria* ...Yes..
Italy: Ve~ Pasta~!
Germany: *small smile* Ja. Pasta.
Random Voice From Nowhere: Little does everyone know, that when Italy asks specifically Germany for pasta... he doesn't actually mean pasta.
Germany: … Ve're home. *turns on light*
Prussia: *from couch* The light! It burns!
Germany: Bruder... *glare* Go annoy somevone else.
Prussia: ?... Oh! Sexy time vith the Italy? Ja, okay... Unless you vant me to join? *rape face*
Germany: OUT!
Prussia: I'm going! I'm going!
Italy: Ve~
Germany: *door shuts* So... now vhat?
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HAHAHAHAH~! This is probably the longest chapter you're gonna get. Legit.
Don't worry though. This will probably be updated daily. I just have to type this shiz up.