Like any normal day, a world meeting was being held.
Like any NORMAL DAY. Let's repeat the word: N.O.R.M.A.-
"Get off me, you arse!" screamed England, kicking America off his foot.
"But Iggy, please can the next meeting be at the White House? PLEAAAAAAASE?"
"For the last time NO! Now get off my foot!"
"Why?" wailed the desperate American. "Why does it have to be at the Houses of Parlicrap?"
"Do us all a favour and bugger off to McDonalds' or KFC."
"What about TacoBell?" squealed Mexico excitedly.
"PASTAAAAAAAAA!" Italy laughed like a hyena on crack.
"NEIN!" roared Germany, making everyone stop in their tracks. "Go get some Schnitzel!" with that, he broke into the schnitzel song.
"Gaylord" muttered France playing with a rose plushie.
Russia just sat there, staring at the crowd.
"Why don't we just calm down and all become one with Mother Russia, da?" he suggested innocently.
"Shut up!" Everyone screamed.
"Lol, this is SO going on Facebook!" laughed Poland recording the scene on his I-phone.
In another place, far away.
"Aurelie, I entrust you with a task, a task that will mean protecting someone who will prove very important to you after a while…His name is…."
Aurelie woke from the dream she was having. A beautiful maiden had come to her to ask her a favour. To protect…someone…
Aurelie wasn't sure who this person was but she just shook the feeling of hope away and turned the T.V onto her favourite anime, Hetalia.
The young girl sighed pushing her blonde locks behind her ears, at least it was Saturday and she could do whatever she wanted.
After a few minutes, she realised something very odd, It didn't seem natural that the characters weren't 'themselves' as they normally were. They were arguing and singing songs about…schnitzel…
Suddenly the TV started to flash on and off before the room went black an Aurelie thought she was going to be sick.
"Mother of Mother Russia" she murmured before her eyes closed…
Back to World Meeting
Germany took his place by the huge windows in the meeting room, glaring at the fluffy clouds with hatred burning in his eyes. He opened the window slightly before noticing something odd…
"Holy Mother of Germany!" he screamed before a young girl in a lilac nightdress flew through the window and landed on the table.
Everyone stared at the unconscious teen before them. She looked like an Angel, with her blonde hair and nightdress dress fanned out. France had a nosebleed from her beauty. Only Italy realised that Germany was having a nosebleed from the shock.