Hi. My name is Lovino Vargas. I represent the nation of South Italy. No, not like a delegate or something stupid like that! I am actually the country…or, in this case, half the country. The other half is represented by my stupid idiot of a brother Feliciano. I was raised by a dumb Spanish jerk by the name of Antonio Carriedo (who this story is mainly about anyway).
So enough with the introductions, damnit!
So, the world meeting started out as usual, with the stupid American jerk babbling about superheroes, E-England screaming at the American jerk and somehow getting into a fight with the perverted French jerk, and the creepy Swiss guy threatening to hit everyone with his Noble Peace prize until the potato jerk my brother always talks to screamed at everyone for order. Then, the idiotic American jerk pulled out this box with something inside.
"Oh, America~!" My stupid brother sang out. "What's that?"
America looked excited. "It's this weird stone I found in my backyard! I don't know what it does yet…I didn't touch it in case it causes a zombie attack…" The last part was said quietly, but it was loud enough for us to hear.
Spain looked intrigued. "Hey Lovi!" He whispered annoyingly as England began to bang his head on the table at America's earlier confession. "Doesn't that sound cool?"
"Shut up, idiota!" I whispered back harshly.
Spain just gave me a simple smile before asking America, "Can you pass it down here, America? Por favor?" America gave him his signature mega-watt grin, making Spain give his own back.
For some reason, it made my insides burn with hatred.
'You just don't want to admit the fact that you hate anyone who interacts with Spain better than you.'
A voice whispered in my head. I pushed it away, and instead concentrated the stone inside the box America handed over to the tomato jerk. It was quite pretty; a purplish-bluish color and a weird orange aura.
"Be careful idiot," I warned. "Don't touch it!"
Spain gave me a smile. "Of course!"
His hand was dangerously close to the stone though.
By chance, Netherlands and Turkey were fighting, throwing punches at each other. A stray punch from Turkey accidentally hit Spain, making all his weight go down on the table.
My eyes widened when I saw his hand touching the stone.
A bright light consumed my vision, and all I could do was listen to an ear-piercing scream.