America knew that today would be long. America knew that Britain and France would argue again, as usual. America knew that Germany would take it upon himself to lead the meeting. That's why America prepared for boring days like this. He smiled as he packed up a few fun things. He smiled because he wouldn't have to go far. It was just around the corner. He was hosting the meeting this time. But first he had to stop at Muchin' Donuts.
"Where is that bloody America?" demanded Britain, standing up. "Even when he hosts the meeting, he's still late!"
China shook his head, Russia was smiling at their stupidity, and France was painting his toes. Italy was already bored and sat on the floor in the corner, playing with his cat, Pookie. Germany sat down in the chair, and leaned back, massaging his temples. Why was America always late?
"Sorry I'm late, Dudes!" America burst through the room's huge doors. "I had to make a few stops." He held a white McDonald's bag in his hand. He ignored the stares from the other nations and he walked over to the table, setting down his stuff.
"Ze heck?" asked Germany. He stood up.
France cried out something in French, as he flinched and messed up his half-way painted toenail when America burst through the doors.
China just stared at America, setting up the screen and plugging in something that looked like a box. He asked, "What you doing, America-aru?"
"Being a good host," America replied. "Right, Japan?" he stood up and looked over at Japan, who had refrained from speaking.
"Hai, being a good host is not only polite but-" Japan agreed but was interrupted.
"My thoughts exactly!" America grabbed the remote from off the table and pointed it towards the screen. He flipped the channels and opened a plastic, what looked like, DVD or video game case.
Japan face-palmed. Not his thoughts of being polite. First of all, America was a jerk. Second, he was an obnoxious jerk. Third, he was anything but polite, most of the time. And what's up with the video game?
"I knew that we wouldn't get anywhere with Germany leading, anyway," America rudely said.
Germany opened his mouth to protest, but America continued, "so I came prepared!" He pointed the remote at the screen again. After a few attempts at pressing to no avail, America flipped the remote and gasped, "oh, no! Out of batteries, again! Stupid Dury cell…"
China face-palmed. "Aiya! We not here to play stupid American game! Why can't you just change channels on TV itself? You lazy bum!"
"Wrong!" America corrected. "It's Japan's stupid- I mean video game! Hey! Don't insult it! It's so awesome! And I'm not lazy!"
"I hope it's at least one of those exercise games," Britain mumbled, crossing his arms. "You need it…"
"Good guess, Dude Britain! Ahhahahaahaha," America laughed obnoxiously, and turned the cap to a bottle of coke. It hissed as the carbonated air let out. He took off his shoes and socks. "Safety first!"
Britain face-palmed. "Good grief…"
"Anybody want pizza from Mama Joanne's?" America speed-dialed the pizza joint on his iPhone, holding it between his ear and shoulder and put new batteries in the remote, and turned up the volume. "DDR MAX! 2!" the announcer of the game called out. It made everyone flinch and jump, even Russia. America smiled as he rolled out the controller mat and plugged it in. "Hello? Yeah, man, get me the #9 deal. I gotta lotta dudes over!"
In fact, every time America chose an option on the screen by stepping on a button on the mat to select, the announcer voiced his opinion on it. Like, "Singles Mode!" and "Choose your music!" and "Excellent choice, Governor!" and "Yo, that song is hot, ya know what I'm saying?"
It drove them up the wall. It was annoying. Not to mention the selection of music was annoying, too.
"What ze heck ist zis?!" demanded Germany. He stood up, again in protest. He slammed his palms on the table and shouted, "Ve came here for ze vorld meeting, not some video game!" He turned to Japan, "Sorry, ist not you. It's him."
Japan nodded. "Hai, understood."
Italy and the other nations were mesmerized by the game. "This looks cool!" Italy put down Pookie and walked over to where the others had gathered. Germany face-palmed. Only he and Japan remained at the table.
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