They finally decided on who would go.
America, because he was the one who had actually started this whole thing.
Italy, because he wanted to meet 'the smart person and see if they liked pasta'.
Prussia, because he insisted that he go along. Something to do with awesomeness.
Germany, because they had to have someone who actually acted like an adult.
And South Italy, because he refused to leave his brother alone with the 'potato bastard'.
The ride to the airport was a little strange.
"Ve~ America~ Tell us about the student person~" North Italy said.
America scratched his head sheepishly. "I can't really do that," he said uncomfortably.
Everyone shot upwards. "And why not?" Germany asked in a dangerously quiet and even voice.
"Well…" America shifted uncomfortably, aware of the scrutiny of the other countries. "When I say I picked a student, I really mean I randomly picked an essay without reading it and then had somebody working at my mansion send all the 'congratulations!' stuff."
The tense silence inside the car was broken only by the muted thumps of Germany hitting his head against the steering wheel.
