Chapter 2 – And the Chaos begins
"All right, these are the rules of the contest," Russia announced on the second day of the meeting as soon as everyone had rushed in and taken their seats. "These contests will be held after the meetings and there will be one each day including today, so in total, there will be six contests, da? The winner of a contest gets one point while the other two gets none. Whoever has the most points by the end of the week will become the Awesomest of the Awesome Trio. In some contests, you will compete along with two other nations of your choosing, while in others, you shall compete alone. Last of all, cheating is not allowed, da?"
"Ja." Grinned Prussia, cackling evilly under his breath.
"HELL YEAH!" Cheered America while shovelling burgers into his mouth in an eerily similar way people chuck rubbish into rubbish bins.
"Fine, but I'm just gonna win anyway, right Norge?"
Norway pointedly ignored the hyperactive Dane next to him.
"Now that the rules are settled," England said "Let's start the meeting."
"Very well." replied Russia as he let England take his place at the head of the table "But Amerika, Denmark and Prussia, you should choose your two partners since todays contest will be a group one."
"Please?"
"Nei (No in Norwegian)."
"Nr (No in Icelandic)."
"But it'll be fuuuunnnnn,' pleaded Denmark.
Everyone had been released from the meeting for lunch and somehow Denmark had managed to corner Iceland and Norway in an empty corridor.
"Just once?"
"NO!" the brothers shouted in unison.
"But it'll be fun! And we can be the Anko Family again. Can you two just be my partners for this competition?"
"Nei."
"Nr."
On and on it went. Denmark pleading and it was always replied with a Nr and Nei.
Finally, Denmark whispered into Iceland's ear "But if we win this competition it will show the world how mature you are," He knew how much Iceland wanted to prove himself to the world. "Everyone will finally respect and look up to you."
Denmark hid a smirk, seeing Iceland's eyes lit up, knowing he had already won half the battle.
"Why not give it a try?" Iceland asked Norway "It sure sounds fun!"
Norway's normally emotionless eyes narrowed at Iceland's sudden change of mind.
Seeing as his brother wasn't budging, Iceland, desperate to prove himself, did the one thing he knew Norway could never resist. "Please big brother?" He called Norway big brother.
Big Brother.
Big Brother.
Big Brother.
Big.
Brother.
In Norway's mind, every wheel grinded to an abrupt stop. Iceland had called him big brother.
Denmark smirked, seeing the shocked look on Norway's face. Iceland had achieved a near-impossible, legendary feat. He had given Norway an expression.
Struggling to keep his face impassive and emotionless, Norway managed to stutter out, gathering what was left of his brain which had spontaneously combusted when Iceland called him big brother, "F-fine, just this o-once."
Whooping, Denmark grabbed Iceland and Norway, his new partners, and pulled them down the corridor. Oh, Iceland was definitely a master at persuading Norway.
"Iggy, wait!" yelled America running out of the building the meeting was held in, chasing after the retreating form of England. After chasing for nearly five minutes, America groaned and turned to ask his twin beside him. "What did I say wrong?"
Canada sighed and shook his head, his brother was just plain stupid sometimes "I don't think that you should have called him eyebrows, asked him to be your partner in a british accent and munch hamburgers the whole time."
America blinked, confused "So?"
Canada groaned and decided to introduce his face to the wall beside him. Nice to meet you wall, I'm face.
"Huh?" America glanced at his brother whose face seemed to be stuck to the wall
"Are you okay bro?" He asked.
"Fine." Muttered Canada, "Let's get lunch and get back to the meeting."
Together, they entered the building in which the meeting was held in, each holding their lunches. America a sack of McDonald's and Canada some pancakes with a whole jar of maple syrup. Rounding a corner, they had to flatten themselves against the wall, narrowly avoiding Denmark who was whooping and running out of the building. Norway and Iceland followed behind the hyperactive, overzealous nation, both looking tired.
"Hey America," Iceland muttered glancing at America's rumpled clothes "having trouble with England?"
"Yea dude how did you know?" asked America.
"Saw you chasing after him, you want a suggestion of what you should do?"
"Of course!" Iceland leaned closer to America and whispered secretly into his ear "You should call him Big Brother. It worked with Norway."
"Thanks!" yelled America, running down the hall dragging poor Canada after him "I'll go do it now!"
England walked quickly back towards the meeting, trying to be as far from the tea shop as possible. He had gone to get some tea after his lunch. The shop owner was kind and the shop smelled of thousands of different herbs and spices. He had been about to buy an earl grey when a door opened behind the counter and a young boy had came out. "Big brother?" the boy had called and England had been so shocked that he turned and ran.
The young boy had the same blond hair and blue eyes America had. The boy had called to the shopkeeper, not him. But those two words had bought up so many bittersweet memories that he had fled. Ever since America had declared his independence, he had always called him England, not Big Brother. England had loved America as a son and America had hurt by leaving. That was why England always fought with him. So that America would notice him. Sighing, he walked into the meeting building trying to shake memories of America before his independence out of his head. He hates you, he thought, he left and he's never coming back. So stop thinking about him!
America had always had a bad sense of timing. So when he darted in front of England and called him Big Brother, England, who was mentally shouting at himself about how America hated him and would never care, heard America do the thing he just told himself America would never do, and fainted.
America blinked at the unconsciously nation in front of him. Then sighed and turned to Canada, who was standing next to him, looking equally surprised. "What did I do wrong this time?"
Canada groaned, rubbing his forehead "Holy maple…Why don't we just take England fainting as a yes to be your partner and get back to the meeting?"
"He is your cousin, vhy not?"
"There's no vay I'm partnering with that Specs, he's made of manners and rules."
"Aren't I?"
"You're mein bruder, that's different."
"Just partner with him, please?"
"No, no and absolutely no."
Germany groaned and buried his face into his hands. The moment lunch break had been called, Prussia had bounced over, asked him to be his partner and taken his annoyed "no's" to be delighted "why yes I'd love tos". And now they were currently looking for his second partner.
"Vhat about Hungary?"
"She'd rather beat you into unconsciousness with her frying pan than be your partner, I've already asked her. And anyway, she has to take my place as security with Switzerland."
"I KNOW! Gilbird will be my second partner then."
Germany vaguely wondered if banging his head against the wall would help.
"Bruder, Gilbert doesn't count!"
Just then, Austria walked into the room.
"Austria, do you mind being mein bruder's second partner?"
Austria wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Of course...not."
"Hell no am I working with Specs."
"Bruder, if you don't find a partner, you won't be able to participate, so you von't be the awesomest, not even awesome." Germany reasoned.
"Fine," muttered Prussia "Austria, if you be my partner I promise to leave your piano alone for one whole month."
"Vhy? I love seeing you get beat up by Hungary every time."
"Fine, you don't be my partner and I vill do said things to your piano. I vill 1) paint my flag on your piano, 2) pull out all the tiles and build a house out of them, 3) cut all the string thingys inside the piano, 4) spray paint "PRUSSIA FLIES, AUSTRIA CRIES" on it in pink paint from Poland, shall I continue with the threats?"
Prussia looked around to see Austria was already out cold from just imagining said things happened to his beloved, precious piano.
"So that's a yes?" asked Prussia.
Germany suddenly decided that banging his head against the wall wasn't such a bad idea after all.
