Bavarian Plain in Bavaria (Duh)
"Pull!" Yelled Prussia as he raised his musket to the sky. Upon his command Austria gave a sigh and threw another plate into the air. Everyone watched as once again Prussia got a direct hit on the plate in one shot, sending little pieces of fine china falling to the ground. In another one of his impulsive antics Prussia had invited all the neighbouring countries over to have a little sport (or show off as Austria had put it) to ease the tension and introduce Antartica to everyone.
"Did you see zat! Must have bin another bullseye haha! Try beating that little brother!"
Prussia gave Germany a slap on the shoulder, causing him to Stumble forward a little as he took his position to go next. "Err pull?" He called, wheezing with the vocal aptitude of an adolescent (to be fair at this point poor Germany wasn't even a unified country yet, more a gangbang of city states). Austria didn't appear to have noticed as he was still sitting on the grass writing poetry (like the classy SOB he is) with Hungary sat next to him reading with blushed intent.
At this point Antartica piped up "I'll throw it". 'I may as well make myself useful' he thought. Antartica wasn't having much luck trying to talk with Spain and Romano, the latter was constantly throwing food at Spain and then putting grass on Denmark's shoulder (to make him more like Greenland, get It?) and he couldn't be sure if Greece was sleeping or not so he didn't attempt to talk to him and instead sat and observed the small flock of cats around him.
'Talking to these people is harder than I thought' he thought thinking thoughtfully in his thoughts.
Picking up the plate he made ready to throw it up in the air, he gave Germany the nod who in turn took aim and shouted "PULL!". Lunging with all his might, Antartica threw the plate into the air...only to be tackled to the ground by a tall baby faced man with long flossy blonde hair.
Meanwhile in the Crimea (dum dum dummm)
The small contingent of horses came to a halt on the frosty hilltop. As though carefully practiced a thousand times, the shivering bodies of Estonia, Lithuania and Latvia dismounted from there noticeably smaller horses and ran to the gigantic steed that Russia sat on, forming a flight of stairs with there bodies. Crunching into a shiny red apple (to make him more of an asshole) Russia trod down across his protectorate countries onto the grass, each step making a magical melody of moans. Looking out to the south across the Crimean coast he saw the massed fleet of British ships landing troops and making camp. Russia put a hand to his ear and said to the other "Do you hear that my friends? Sounds like sister Ukraine is coming to meet us". He wasn't wrong, from the distance the four countries could make the distinct banging of drums that got louder and louder as Ukraine got nearer and nearer. There was one distinctive feature about this country (two features really) that made her stand out from the rest of Russia's 'family'. Ukraine had a large heart and was very kind. (Ha you thought I was going to say chest! Well tough luck perverts!) the smile on her face was noticeable from a distance and she immediately gave each of them a big, suffocating, hug.
"Ahh sister always a pleasure! Ugh" Russia said through watery eyes as Ukraine squeezed the life out of him. "Oh brother I've been so scared! There I was skipping in my wheat fields (as you do) when all of a sudden big mean Britain comes with all his ships and big scary men that keep staring at me! And they won't leave!". Ukraine started crying into Estonia's shoulder whilst Russia looked through his spyglass towards the British encampment. Through it he saw Britain standing on the palisade flipping of towards his general direction with a smug smile on his face as the rest of his men laughed around him.
Russia turned around to everyone "don't worry I have a plan" he said, with his trademark smile.
Lithuania looked terrified "oh god surely not wave attacks again, that never works!" Estonia piped up as well "yeah and we can't call up the Mongols again they died out years ago!"
Russia, still smiling, answered "do not worry friends I have a master plan, we are going to do what little England least expects ... Nothing"
^J^
"WHAT?!" They all shouted at once, disbelief on there faces.
"Yes comrades, if we do nothing the problem will sort itself out" and with that Russia walked back to the horses, beckoning the others to follow.
Suddenly Ukraine pointed out towards the hills where they came from and said to Russia "oh look brother, Belarus made it after all" Russia stopped dead in his tracks, the smile gone from his face. Looking towards where Ukraine was pointing he could just make out the faint figure of Belarus in the distance, riding at full speed, a large dust trail rising up like a metaphorical giant stomping towards them.
Russia turned around and began running towards the British camp "Never mind comrades! Quickly attack Britain before she gets here!"
Antartica was trapped on the floor, the crushing weight of this new character pressing him down. "Non Monsieur no more! All my fabulous China, ruined!" Yanking the plate from Antarctica's hand, he got up and stormed towards Prussia and Germany. "Relax France, this China is part of the reparations you owe all of us after the last 30 years of war, ja!" Germany snatched away the box of cups and plates from France, who only just seemed to have noticed the new arrival. "Oh hello and who might you be young man" he said extending a helping hand. "Err I'm Antartica, thank you" he took France's hand who helped him up with a little to much zest as he nearly fell in to him. "Oh ha ha ha I think you and I are going to get along marvellously" he said with a wink. Antartica stepped back a little, felling uneasy. Prussia stepped in "Gott in Himmel, leave him alone you creepy crime eater. Why is it that you must lay into every new male we come across, it gives a bad impression! Besides he's my newbie buddy!" Austria, finally having decided the conversation was worth his attention, said "ja and anyway we still haven't forgiven you for napoleon! You burned my capital!"
France sat down, tears eyed "aw but he had such a way with words! Very well but I still don't like it!" He got up and walked away from the group, just in time to pass another country who was dragging a multi barrelled weapon on wheels towards them "hey guys! I heard you where doing some shooting so I brought me kick ass Gatling gun! Check it out!"
Germany face-palmed "oh America not another one".