BTT get a wake-up call.
The Bad Touch Trio were in a bar, getting drunk. Nothing new, except ya' know the fact that they were in Australia. None of them knew exactly why they were in Australia but Spain had a sneaking suspicion that it was because Prussia was banned from most-if not all of the bars in Europe. So there they were, having fun, getting drunk and hitting on Barmaids (Or Barmen in Frances case) when the most random thing happened. A girl who looked about 15 who had long coppery brown hair with lighter streaks and glasses stood up from her table and immediately stormed over to them and glared at them. The three countries stared back at her, waiting for something to happen. Finally Spain got tired of the silence and spoke up.
"What?" This simple word seemed to make something inside the girl snap and she opened her mouth.
"You three are PATHETIC." Said three flinched and looked at each other in confusion. "You think your soo cool with your little club with its little club name. But you're not. You are Pathetic." She turned to Prussia. "You," She pointed at Prussia. "Are NOT awesome. You are not even a country anymore. Stop being so obnoxious little whoreson." She then turned to France and promptly slapped him. Hard.
"I hate you." She declared. "You are just a Cheese-Eating-Surrender-Monkey. You little perverted pedo French bastard." She slapped him again, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek before turning to Spain.
"And you." She hissed. "You are the most pathetic of them all." She then adopted a high pitched tone of voice. "Oh I'm Spain, I got my Armada sunk so many times I gave up and became a tomato farmer~" Her voice changed back to normal and she pointed at Spain. "PATHETIC." She announced scathingly. "And you wonder why Romano doesn't listen to you! You come home to find He's trashed your house but all you do is stand in the doorway and cry, allowing him to steal your tomatoes and walk off. You are a bad, pathetic parent. You should be ashamed." She slapped France once more for good measure before turning and storming off.
Spain abruptly burst into tears, France rubbed his stinging cheek and Prussia turned around and ordered another drink. Looks like their 'guys night out' was ruined yet again. Over in the corner a blonde girl sat holding a non-alcoholic drink and sighing.
"I knew I shouldn't have pointed out that that guy looked like Prussia."
The End.
This is dedicated to Emperor King Renee the part time Art Teacher who is also Lord of the Sheep Army. She is the one who gave me insperation for this fic with her rant about just how pathetic the BTT are so I couldn't resist typing it out. And yes that blonde girl with the non-alcoholic drink is me, it was based on a bit when I had finished the majority of it ands showed her and she commented that I would be in the corner with a non-alcoholic drink and regretting telling her that that guy looked like Prussia.
Anyway Enjoy this cracky little one-shot~
Darky out~