yo everyone. Me an` mah broski, MvocaM39 decided to write a sweet-ass fanfiction about some sweet-ass countries doin` some sweet-ass things yo.
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ENJOY OR BE DESTROYED BY FAN-GIRLS!
It was the beginning of a world meeting. Germany was the first one there are per usual. He had been waiting for twenty minutes now and his patience was starting to run dry. JUST LIKE HIS SEX LIFE. He sighed and checked his watch for the last time and stood up.
"I don't know why I expected them to be here on time. I swear I'm working with a group of morons." Germany though to himself as he walked out of the conference room. He walked down the hall and out of the building to figure out what was taking everybody so long.
He discovered that they were all gathered outside listening to America babble incessantly about something. Probably something to do with cheeseburgers.
Mmmmmm….cheeseburgers….damn now I want a cheeseburger.
Germany stomped over to the group of countries.
"Yeah! It's gonna be totally awesome!" America exclaimed. Italy cheered excitedly.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU ALL BEEN? THE MEETING WAS SUPPOSED TO START TWENTY MINUTES AGO!" Germany shouted. Everyone turned to look at him. Italy cried a little.
"Don't have a cow man! Ha ha!" America laughed. Germany sighed again.
The author heard the weirdest noise in the universe come from the other room. It sounded like a mutant cat trying to say the word "Chernobyl".
Oh god there it is again.
Jesus Christ what is that. I don't even.
Anyways moving on.
"What are all doing out here anyways?" Germany asked. France shrugged.
"I dunno. I heard there was wine so I just showed up"
"We're discussing going on a super cool trip!" America stated proudly.
"I didn't agree to such a thing what what! Tally ho and all that wish wash!" England retorted. America glared at him, his eyes filling up with the murderous rage of 300 years. Sexual tension much?
"What sort of ridiculous trip were you talking about anyways?" Germany asked.
"Well, America says that we've all been to stressed out lately with the world problems and such! So he said that we should take a break!" Italy explained in a rare moment of clarity.
"Why am I not a character?" asked Brazil. Everyone ignore him because fuck Brazil.
"Well what were you planning on doing for this undeserved vacation anyways?" Germany asked.
"Well we were planning on-" began Brazil but he was interrupted.
"Fuck you Brazil," said Canada.
"Yeah Canada! You tell that bitch! Anyway America suggested that we go to a festival that celebrates the renaissance era!" Prussia said. Germany frowned.
"Why would anybody want to celebrate that era? It was riddled with plague, famine, death, war, unruly kings, murder, mass killings, concentration camps, Jews, Hitler, tsunamis, asteroids, faceless aliens, and oh god the horror." Germany said, sobbing a bit. France patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. Then he patted him on the ass to comfort himself.
"Yeah well 90 percent of the festival is romanticized." America said.
Poland grinned, "Totally! And they like, have a cute pony named Magic! For real's!"
Germany sighed and decided that he probably wouldn't be able to convince the other countries that they all had work to do. He shrugged.
"WELP, IF YOU CAN BEAT THEM. JOIN THEM" He said with a doofy expression on his face. A laugh track played. Looney tunes credits rolled.
"So you'll come with us then?" America asked.
"Yeah sure whatever" Germany replied.
"Hooray!" All of the countries screamed, while jumping into the air and striking the poses from High school musical.
"Alright! I already bought the tickets! So lets go!" America bellowed, as he waved the tickets in the air.
"Aren't you in the middle of a recession right now?" England asked.
"Yeah but I just took some money out of my education system so we could go."
"HOORAY!" everyone exclaimed.
"Oh wait it looks like I bought one extra ticket. Well I guess we don't need that one!" America said, throwing the ticket away.
"Wait I think that's my ticket" Said Brazil. Canada slapped him.
"Shut up! You aren't even cannon!" he yelled.
All of the countries left the scene, except for Brazil who killed himself.
Meanwhile, a longhaired blondish woman with a bow retrieved the discarded ticket from the trashcan.
"Heheheheheh…" she laughed maniacally.
And there's chapter one! Written by Me and my pal MvocaM-39! Hope you enjoy!
Review or perish.
Toddles!