Ha it's great to finally be back and writing again. I'm sorry for those who were expecting me to write again so soon, but I got distracted with a lot of things mainly school and chronic laziness. I'm more experienced with various writing styles and found out some flaws in my last chapter so I hope to improve in this one. Please enjoy

Finally, after days of thinking and planning and taking small breaks I have found a perfect way to exact my revenge on that British bitch. It is so perfect, so ingenious, so incredibly awesome that the after effect will send that tea sucking chump to tears. Sealand WILL be recognized as a country. Of course there have been many other...less successful ideas.

My first idea was to trick everyone into eating that Brits cooking, no one except of me and America can stomach that sort of garbage so it was a great idea...at the time anyways. My plan was simple, take out the lunch the other countries brought and slip in some scones I made (with some help from Lily) instead.

I was so excited to see what would happen, to watch as everyone would hold their sides in pain and run into the bathroom while swearing at the creep. To see the allies dump Arthur from the G8 and make fun of him. Grant it wasn't a way to help me become a country, but it would be worth it.

I waited for everyone to take their lunch break so I can see the magic happen. At first it was sooo perfect. Everyone was angry that someone had thrown out their lunch (which were very tasty by the way) and replaced it with they thought to be poison.

Everyone ran up to Arthur and started screaming at him for why they had scones in their bags instead of their regular food. The look on his face was PRICELESS. If I had a camera I would replay it over and over again and never stop laughing. His face was all red from embarrassment and shame that I thought he looked like Romano's tomatoes.

But out of nowhere the strangest thing happened. "Veeee~ this tastes wonderful. It's not as good as pasta but it's doesn't taste like death either." The small micro nation stood there, jaw dropped. Someone had ACTUALLY tried some of the scones I made. Nobody tried to eat British food, not after what happened to China. Oh the things that happened to that man...I can't even begin to imagine the horror of what he did to that bathroom. All I know is that they had made it a special rule that Britain was never EVER aloud to bring in food under any circumstances. China would have started another war if America and France hadn't intervened. Strange that Russia was actually for the idea, but whatever.

The room grew silent, no one even understood what just happened. Someone actually liked Arthurs cooking!? It can't be true, who in their right mind could even think such a thing. But never the less it was said, and all the countries turned and stared at the one country no one would have expected to hear, North Italy. The pasta loving country was sitting happily, munching on a scone as if it was an mid day snack, completely oblivious to all the stares that were now locked on him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you dumb bastard?!" shouted the embodiment of South Italy. "Did eating all the food from potato bastard really destroy your taste buds?! Are you insane?" Romano's face was beat red from anger; not at Italy but at Germany. "You," he pointed at Germany, "this is all your fault you stupid potato bastard. What did you do to mess my brother up so bad eh?" The German looked up to the older Italy brother "Nein, I did nothing to Italy, I can't even get him to eat wurst"

Unfortunately, the elder brother thought it would be good idea to grab a hidden tomato he had and chuck it at Germany, hitting right in the face. The now furious German walked over and punched the Italian square in the jaw, before turning around and kicking Spain right in the dink bag, making the Spanish man fall down crying. He knew well enough that the Spaniard would step in to protect his "little tomato" and he didn't want to put up with that now.

"Are you alright Italy-kun? Do you feel sick?" Japans normally stoic face expressed his worry that Italy might have some deadly disease. There is no way anyone other than Arthur could eat British food and not have to get their stomach pumped. Even China was freaking out, having had personal experienced in dealing with Britain "cuisine" "Aiyah! What have you done to Italy?"

While everyone was fighting over what to do with the possible false Italy, Arthur decided to see what was in these scones. He knew that he didn't make them, everyone agreed to ban his cooking from meetings after what happened to China. He picked up a scone that was in front of America and the ones he had sneaked in for himself. The tastes were incredibly different, while his were black as coals and was as appetizing as a turd wrapped in band aids, the other ones were soft and delicious, like a freshly made biscuits made in heaven that were covered in delicious butter and blessed by angels.

Arthurs expression was that of complete disgust. How dare someone destroy his ancient family recipe for creating extremely painful diarrhea. "Who bloody idea was it to make this shit?" shouted the obviously livid British man. " Whatever wanker made these I will be sure to give them a what for."

Now this surprised everyone, if Britain didn't like them but Italy did then they couldn't be all bad right? America grabbed a nearby scone and took a small bite out of it, grabbing a bucket just in case.

What he tasted wasn't like anything he expected, it actually tasted like food, better yet it tasted good. There was no way Britain made these. After America had one then soon enough everyone else started to slowly try theirs and too much of their surprise, no body ran to the bathroom. It did a lot of convincing for China to take a bite but when he did the Chinese man was satisfied. Although everyone agreed that there was no way in hell that Arthur made these, considering they could actually eat the food.

"Well shit" Sealand just stared in complete disbelief "that wasn't what I was expecting at all." I was so sure that everyone was going to throw Arthur out a window, or in the puke bucket when everyone was done. Stupid Lily and her awesome cooking, that's the last time I ask her to help cook something nasty, maybe next time I'll ask Raivis.

Well that was my first of the fifty other plans I tried, but I'm just going to focus on the newest plan instead of figuring out what happened with the rest. If this plan doesn't go well I swear I will go off like Arthur on his everyday period, Raivis better not mess this up.

Well that's the end of the chapter. Sorry it was so long but the second I started writing it I couldn't help but go into more detail. I'm not going to do that again, instead I'll just skip to the good part next chapter. So like before comment, rate, bitch, review, anything that will help improve my writing will be appreciated.