Hey, it's K. As it will normally be. Apparently C is to nervous to write these, but I don't mind. That much. I just wish that I was actually able to not be socially awkward, even while writing a description. But one canst not have everything that one wants. Oh, and sorry for the lateness of this. I can down with a sickness called, "I Don't Want To Do Anything Productive-Itis". It was terrible, because I had JUST recovered from a bout of "Final-Flu". Those were terrible "jokes." I'm sorry for making you suffer through that. Well, enough of this boring thing (I don't even know what to call this) ENJOY THE CHAPTER!
Avalonia skipped along the light grey carpet to the world conference room. Her brand new outfit was SURE to be a success, even if the shoes were slightly too dark to match her blouse. Hopefully no one would notice...
As she entered the conference room, she saw all of the countries chatting with each other, looking for seats. She spotted Hungary across the room and ran over to her, making sure not to scrape her shoes along the way.
"Hey Hungary!" she shouted, making it easier for her to hear over the chaos of the room.
"Hello, Ava! I have so much to tell-"
"IT'S TIME FOR THE CONFERENCE TO BEGIN!" shouted a voice that seemed to belong to no one.
The world nations took their places, America still standing, as he was presenting his solution to world hunger.
"Hey dudes and dudettes! I think that as far as our world hunger problem goes, it can be solved easily! We just invent a machine that makes hamburgers rain from the sky! It's so easy! Why hasn't anyone thought of it before?!"
"Because that is the SINGLE most RIDICULOUS idea in the world!"
Heads all around the conference room turned to look at the man who had shouted.
"Oh my god..." Rtica whispered, hiding her head in her arms to hide her bright red cheeks when she saw him stand up.
"What?" America said, eyebrows twisted in confusion.
"Wanker! I could pull a better idea out of my ass!" England shouted, walking over to him.
"You're just jealous of my idea!"
"Am not! I can think of TWENTY more practical ways to end world hunger!"
"Prove it!" he said, banging his fist on the wooden table.
"Why don't we make it rain some homemade scones instead?!"
Everyone in the conference room groaned at the thought of scones falling from the sky. Ava was pretty sure someone even made vomiting noises.
"HA!" America shouted, "MY IDEA IS STILL THE BEST!"
"YOU'RE JUST A COW EATING WHALE LOVER!"
"YOU'RE A CRAZY CAT LADY!"
"STUPID PIE FACE!"
"CRAZY SCONE BUTT!"
"ALIEN TRANSLATOR!"
"WITCHCRAFT MAKER!"
What happened next, no one expected. You could almost see their eyes get softer before they fell on the table in each others warm embrace and lips touching. No one noticed, but they landed on the part of the table right in front of Canada, who, as a reflex, shielded his bear's eyes.
"Mr. Kariono is too young to see such things!" ("Who are you?")
Pandemonium broke out in the conference room, all the while, America and England still making out on the table. Eventually, in a panic, someone set fire to one of Italy's white flags (Probably Italy himself), which he threw across the room. The flag landed directly on France's golden hair, causing him to run blindly around the room, crying.
Russia was going on a rampage, running around the room screaming "KOL KOL KOL". Rtica was throwing her brother's scones across the room, which exploded on impact with the walls.
Avalonia shot straight up. She was still in her bed.
"Either something is SERIOUSLY messed up with my subconscious," she said to herself, "Or I need to stop eating ice cream before bed..."
She rolled onto her side, seeing France in the doorway.
"What do you want?" she said only half awake.
"You sound just like Canada when you snore." He said, turning and walking away.
"W-what?" She asked the empty room after a few seconds, thoroughly confused.
Then she realized: France was in her house. Again.
