Complicated
The G8 sat in the meeting room. One leg of the table was broken in two. A pile of Germany's porn magazines held it up. Took a whole lot of books to keep the table balanced thought France. The recent fight made Germany yell so loud that he lost his voice. Right now it was quiet. They wrote down their opinions instead of talking. The only noise was the song on the radio.
China froze writing. His pencil stood still, halfway into making a y.
"Something wrong da?" Russia glanced over at the short girly man.
"What's this song, aru?" Everyone looked up and listened.
"I don't know." France went over and turned it up.
"According to you?"
"My humps?"
"I think the singer's P!nk."
"No its Beyonce!"
"Justin Beiber?"
"Girl singer."
"Your point is?"
"Taylor Swift!"
"Band Perry!"
"They suck!"
"Do not!"
"I think its a french singer!"
"She's British!"
"Adele!"
"They do not suck!"
"Italian girl."
"Italy-san I don't think so."
"Can I still hook up with her?"
"You wouldn't be able to get Adele!"
"That's not what he meant Bloody git!"
Germany was red-faced, trying to get an ounce of sound from his lungs.
"A thousand dollars for a dolphin?"
"It was pure breed!"
"Why'd you even buy it?"
"Wait! Why are we talking about this?"
"This is fun da?"
"Russia what are you doing?"
"NO! NOT THE MACDONALDS!"
"FOR MAPLE'S SAKE! The singer is Avril Lavigene! She's Canadian, and the song is complicated!"
"You guys hear something?"
"Nope."
"I'm Canada." The radio had gone through about five more songs when they stopped.
"What were we doing?"
"Um." They all said in unison.
"~PASTAAAAAAAAAAAA!"