A mysterious figure smiles as he sees hordes of countries standing in line through the window. They were in front of the very building he was standing in. "Show-time" he breathed.
Countries of almost every age were waiting in anticipation to see what lies behind the door of the "I Vant Chocolate" candy factory. Apparently, the name was supposed to be "I Want Chocolate", but there was a typo. However, the name stuck and "I Vant Chocolate" is printed on every wrapper. Just when people are starting to get impatient, a man dressed like a butler comes out and cuts the ribbon separating them from the factory. People rush forward.
"Every group coming in must be a duo consisting of one child, 17 and under, and one adult, 18 and over," the butler announces, "And the first five groups that I approve of get to go in. That is it." Sealand, holding a grumpy and tired England's hand, steps up.
"Did I really have to come with you?" England complains.
"I already told you," Sealand responds, "Finland and Sweden are at a Scandinavian conference and no other adult that I asked wants to go with me."
"I can't blame them," England mutters.
"Go on in," The butler says. He can't help but snicker at the way Sealand was dragging England around. England turns around and gives a spiteful glare at him.
Latvia, standing in between Estonia and Lithuania, steps forward. "Can I and my brothers go?" He timidly asks.
"My boy, didn't you hear me? I'm only accepting twosomes. Besides, your friend there," The butler points to Estonia, "Is only seventeen,"
"Go ahead," Estonia says, "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," Latvia and Lithuania go to stand with Sealand and England behind the open doorway, Latvia giving an "are you sure?" look at Estonia.
America and Tony start walking behind the open doorway too when the butler stops them. "Is that an alien?"
"His name is Tony!" America replies.
"Well hello, Tony. Just how old are you?" The butler asks in a mocking tone.
The butler receives a telepathic reply and falls down in shock.
"I won't let him in. G-g-good day," The butler dismisses the two, America pouting.
"FINALLY," England exclaims, "Someone has heard the rude twit, Tony, and agrees with me that he is evil!" He pumps his fist.
Sealand looks up at England. "What did he say?" England falls silent, thinking of how mad Finland would be if he told Sealand.
America and Tony walk to the beginning of the line and then stop. "What was it that wouldn't let us in? Does my breath smell?" Tony only gives him a confused and innocent look. "Man, if only we could read minds, life would be so much simpler," America ponders. Tony rolls his eyes. "We'd best keep walking…" Suddenly America is interrupted when he hears the butler say:
"Welcome, China and panda! Come on in!" America is filled with fury and starts to run back to the front of the line, which was about a mile long.
"Ve! Me and Doitsu want to get in too!" Italy says, stepping in front of the butler with pouting Germany trying to dodge the surprised stares of the other countries. Butler sighs.
"How many times do I have to explain the rules? You and… Doitsu are over 18!" Italy is crestfallen.
"I have a solution!" One man pipes up from the line. Austria steps out and hands Italy sleeping Chibitalia. "This way, I can continue composing my latest song on my piano while she stays here,"
"Actually…" Italy has no time to tell Austria that Chibitalia was a boy, for Austria is walking away. Italy looks down at the little servant in his arms. "Kawaii!"
"Bye, Italy. Have fun in there."
"Germany, come back!" Italy yells after him, waking Chibitalia up.
"You heard the man. Besides, chocolate isn't really my thing," Germany turns his back and walks away.
A drowsy Chibitalia looks at the back of Germany's head and mumbles, "Holy Roman Empire…"
"What? That's not…" Italy pauses, staring at still walking Germany. "I never noticed…"
Butler pushes them behind the open doorway. "Next!" Lichtenstein and Switzerland take a step forward. "You're good."
All of the rest of the line groan and walk away.
"Alright, congratulations, you are about to be mesmerized by…" The butler starts to tell to the 5 groups.
"NO ONE CARES! Just go already!" England complains, and is responded with silence and a hateful glare as the butler closes the doors to the factory.
"Well, there's no going back now," Switzerland says, looking at the closed doors.
Switzerland couldn't be more right.