Author's Note- Hey everyone, welcome to my newest story, The Games We Play. If you are looking for a serious, life altering read, this would be a good opportunity to run away screaming. If you are looking for a funny, goofy story about your favorite countries interacting over your favorite board, card, and video games then you have found the right place. This piece will be made up of a series of standalone one-shot stories, similar to the story collection 50 Apps Every State needs, but the states, provinces, and territories will not be making appearances in this particular story as this title will purely look at countries interacting with other countries. I hope that you enjoy.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia, Pit, or any of the major stock exchanges.


Pit


"Everyone is clear on the rules, aru?" China asked the six other countries seated around Canada's kitchen table as he shuffled the stack of cards in his hand.

"Of course we are clear on the rules." England muttered under his breath. "This group has only been playing Pit together for the last hundred years. You would think that we could all recite the rule book in our sleep."

"Good. Then I see no reason for us to proceed, aru." China said sharply, his hands quickly divided the single stack of cards into seven piles and place one in front of the countries with the world's largest stock exchanges. When everyone had a few moments to look over and organize their cards, the Asian nation reached for the bell in the middle of the table and rang it with a smile. "Market open!"

The room exploded into a cacophony of noise. Japan was trying to trade two cards, while England wanted three. Brazil was trying negotiating a trade with Australia, while America and Canada bickered. In the middle of the noise China was doing his own best to corner his chosen commodity wheat, though he probably would have tried to corner rice if it would have been an option in the game. He was only four cards away from his goal, so close to winning when the crescendo game was interrupted by a loud crack and heavy maple table splintered. For a few everyone paused in shock, not sure what to say as the pieces of broken wood settled on the ground.

"Corner on Coffee." America finally spoke up a bit sheepishly as he held his cards out for inspection. Sure enough there was nine coffee cards neatly in a row.

"You win." Canada sighed. "But it is official, either America isn't allowed to play next time or we are going to play Pit at someone else's house. I am getting really sick and tired of having to purchase a new table every time you guys come over for a game night."


End Note- Corner on Wheat!

Next Chapter- Chess-England and France are locked in a battle of wits. This can't end well...can it?