Chapter 2: World Meeting Fail

The World Meeting was running smoothly. France was trying to molest England, while the other was trying to strangle him, and America was being the "hero" and "saving" England. Japan was agreeing with everything that America said, Switzerland was threatening to beat people with his peace prize, and Austria was watching Prussia (try to) avoid Hungary's frying pan, while Germany was becoming increasingly red with anger, as Italy ranted about pasta (ve~). All was right with the world.

The only strange thing was that Norway seemed to have a hangover, and Denmark was trying to badger what had happened the night before out of him.

About two minutes later, Germany stood and yelled at everyone. Five minutes after that, he was so frustrated that he called for a ten minute break.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you're talking about), France dragged England away before America could take him to McDonald's, so he turned to remaining nations in the room and yelled, "Okay ,who wants to go to Mickey D's with the Hero?"

He then gave his obnoxious- I mean hero laugh, and looked around. This did not help Norway's pounding head.

Almost as if he had heard his cue, a little voice asked, "Who?"

America spun wildly, searching for the speaker, and eventually honed in on his brother, Canada. "Mattie, hey, bro! You wanna go to the best restaurant in the world with me?" The duo was out the door before he could say "Maple!"

Back in the meeting room, Denmark was still asking (bothering) Norway about what had happened on his date with booze.

"Did you break something? C'mon Norge, gimme something to work with here. Ooh! Did you get angry and throw a chair at the wall? 'Cuz that'd be so awesome! Can we go back to your room later to see the remains? I mean, it'd be even cool if something else is broken too, and..."

Norway was trying very hard to tune out the conversation (one-sided rant), partly to get some peace and quiet, and partly to remember what had happened , because he really couldn't remember. He knew that he had done something, he just didn't know what. All he remembered was the color violet, and something about eleven o'clock in the morning. Yeah, it didn't make sense to him either.

Ten minutes went by rather quickly, and soon everyone was ready and in their seats. Everyone except America and... uh... What was his name again? Well, what ever, everyone except America and that other guy.

While everyone was waiting, Denmark continued, "Did you start a fire? Or did you cast a spell while-" A spell! There had been a spell involved, hadn't there?

Norway tried to remember exactly what happened. He had tried to cast a spell on Iceland, gotten distracted, and ended up thinking of America with violet eyes. But America didn't have violet eyes, so who-?

Right at that moment, a woman's scream was heard just outside the door. Norway quickly glanced at his watch: Eleven AM, on the dot. Suddenly, he remembered what kind of spell he had cast, and he had a pretty good guess about who had received it. There was only one thought going through Norway's mind as he and the other countries ran outside to see what was going on:

DRITT!

Hey, look guys! Another update! And it's not even on time, it's early! GASP! I was unaware that this was possible! IT'S AMAZING! O.o

Did I write Denmark and Norway okay? It was my first time writing either of them, so... Yep.

Translations:

Dritt - shit (Norwegian)

OK, well I have to go, but updates will be weekly (I hope). See you guys next week! BYE-BYE!

Reviewers get to help Denmark (try) to make Norway put a quarter in the swear jar.

~Mysti