One hour word challenges

Chapter: Sabotage

...I got this =^_^=

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"You have to help me please!" Italy yelled and cried through the phone receiver to his German friend who had actually put the cell down and was now reading a paper. "Germany, I broke my car, I was driving and then it stopped and then smoke came out and then I cried! Oh Germany please help I don't know what to do blah blah blah…"

That insistent dribble continued on for some time, even long enough for Germany to take a nap and then drink a whole pack of beer upon waking up. When the whining and yelling had died down signaling the Italian wore himself out by talking, that's when he picked up the cell again.

"I'll be there soon."

Moments later Germany pulled into Italy's front yard and crushed all his beautiful Italian lawn gnome ornaments, slightly because he was drunk and mostly because he hated them, he had a strange hatred of gnomes.

"Italy!" Germany said as the Italian came running out of the house "What's wrong?"

"Well, you just murdered my gnomes and, my car is broken! Use your German brain to fix it, please."

Germany was slightly offended, just because he was German, buff, and good with his hands didn't mean he was automatically a great mechanic and knew how to fix cars, instead he was better at baking sweet pastries and making fancy clothes for his dog Dottles, if anyone cared to know, but since stereotypes are true, Germany was also very good at fixing cars.

"Okay Italia what's wrong with your car?"

"I just got the truck and it won't work anymore!" Italy led Germany to his drive way where it was parked. "I was hauling all of my designer clothes that I'll barely wear because I'm a nudist and an outrageous load of delicious pasta for my pasta baths when it stopped!"

Germany told Italy to get in and try starting the car and as he did Germany lifted up the hood and took a look inside, instantly his theory was correct.

"Your car is bad because it's American, you should have bought one from China or japan, and those never break, ever."

"What the cowboy shoes and Starbucks coffee!?" America materialized from thin air, in nothing but a white towel labeled hero, looking very shocked and very vulnerable. "Where am I and how did I get here?" He screamed as he tried to cover his naked body with his hands.

Italy jumped out of the car looking sad. "And when I press the star button in the car for Pasta, nothing happens!"

"Seriously, how the hell did I get here?" America pulled his towel up and approached the two. "Dude! Italy, nice truck, I didn't know you liked Ford F150's." America examined the truck and looked inside. "Dude, did you press the OnStar button?!...explains why I'm here…"

"Oh really, how so?" Germany asked curiously raising an eyebrow.

"Silly angry German man." America said as he got out and looked under the hood. "Only I can fix this truck, it is American made after all!"

"So can you fix it better than Germany?" Italy asked raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I can silly absentminded Italy. Stand back and watch."

America began to pull at some things and bang on some stuff as all car fixers do in America before he looked up at the Italian and German and signaled for some kind of tool Italy never heard of to be handed to him.

Germany handed America the wrench and from then on out became America's permanent little helper. Italy watched at the men began to fix the car, and of course the Italian hot sun had caused Germany to take off his shirt so now there were two muscular half naked attractive sensual sweaty sexy captivating suave productive men bending erotically this way and sexily that way working on his car. Occasionally they would began to argue and wrestle for tools like the start to same gay porn where they end up making love in the back seat, Italy got rather bored and went inside.

From inside Italy served a few nations refreshments at they watched the men work on Italy's car from windows throughout the house

"Oh Italy, thank you for setting this show for us I'm totally set on Germany x America!" Hungary smiled as she took more pictures she would edit in Photoshop. "These are some great shots I can give to Japan."

"Oh that's Okay Hungary- chan, I'm already taking some." Japan and Hungary shared a laugh as Italy continued to walk around and check on people.

"Hmmm… they do look nice out there…should I join?" France asked as he began to record a YouTube video that would get more hits than an Asian woman driver.

"You sod, all you're good for is cooking, and we're not in hell so stick to it!" England yelled Angry because stereotypes prevent his from creating edible food.

"Um Italy, how long will they be out there?!" asked Korea

"Probably for a while, I put pasta in the carburetor, mozzarella cheese in the engine and sauce in the gas tank."? Italy chuckled a bit before sitting down and joining in the non-consenting peep show.

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So I threw in a few stereotypes and some racy things and blah blah blah. Flame/comment/critique/ review and all that good stuff all you want ;)

OnStar- An insurance company (I think that's what it is) has a button in some American cars you press when you have a car accident, they will send help and stuff.