It was a clear, starry night in The Kingdom of Belgium, where the said nation was hosting her own little slumber party.
There she was, laughing and carrying on with her two best friends, Hungary and Taiwan. The she-countries were chatting about what almost all girlfriends do when they just get done watching a sad chick-flick.
This topic, my dear reader, is boys.
Meek yet wise Taiwan would try to throw in advice to her younger friends while occasionally throwing in her own problems with Japan and his eagerness to reject her (and everybody's) hugs.
The tomboy of the group, Hungary, complained about the idiocy of her own crush, Prussia.
She seemed to hate that she kept dropping hints about her affection, but he kept blowing her off.
You couldn't blame him though since he HAD been surrounded by no one but guys since birth.
That's why she could always find it in her heart to forgive him. Oh yes, let's not forget the sweet little host of this get together.
Belgium was having trouble getting a certain Southern Italian to notice her.
It was strange, because when he was a kid, it seemed that he wouldn't leave her alone!
He would always call her a nyarome which was a cute version of yamero. Now though, it seemed he would barely acknowledge her.
As you can see, these three women have a little dilemma they need to take care of.
Suddenly, Hungary had an idea. A little game to play that would fulfill their need for playful revenge. Yes, prepare for the cliché known as: Prank Calling! It was perfect! Romano, Prussia, and Japan, you three better watch out, because a girl in love can strike faster than a cobra.
(End of prologue.)
Yes, I know it's short, but it's late. Also, this is my first story, so please excuse bad grammar and all out laziness. Review if you want next part.
Taiwan's turn first~