Summer Olympics 2012!-By Paperz Mate

Randomness is the key to absurbity

After the extravagant show, all the countries filed out the ceremonial arena and met again by the back, where they were to be picked up and driven to England's house near the Buckingham Palace. Since Japan had been encountered by the American nation, Greece noticed that he hasn't been the same. All throughout the Ceremony, Japan sported a small scowl on his face, and that really bothered him. Whatever happened to the shy, cute, and incredibly patient nation or person rather, that Greece felt so attracted too?

While waiting outside, the atmosphere grew quite chilly, and Romano despised the cold. He sort of missed his warm, summery, sunny climate back at his home, not England's sappy excuse for great weather. Hell, if he were to be competing tomorrow, first thing in the morning in the swimming, he might as well forfeit, but he and his Italian pride wouldn't stand for that, now would it?

"Oi, Romano!" Spain jogged up to him, in his red and yellow, Spanish coloured suit. Romano sighed, "Si, bastard?" Spain flashed a quick smile at him, and then came to hug him from behind, "You're cold mi amigo?" For once, Romano was glad that Spain actually paid attention to his well being, because he was in fact very cold. Romano blushed, "Si."

Spain chuckled, "I can tell, you were standing there so stiff, so I thought, why not come and warm you up!" Romano blushed heavily at the simple thought of him helping his well-being.

"Ohh~ a hug fest! Let me join!"South Korea came out of nowhere and glomped the two from behind, more so grabbing Spain's non-existent breasts. The Spaniard twitched at the inappropriate display of affection. "Umm…Senor Korea, will you please remove your pale hands from me. This is Lovi's hug, not yours." He denied politely as he could. South Korea peeled his arms around from him then pouted, "Aww, well that's okay, I like China's and Japan's breasts better. Yours is too hard for me, I like 'em soft." He smirked. Spain's eye twitched, more so in an irritating way. Romano silently snickered, despite the fact that the Asian just tried to molest his best friend. "Well, well, Espagna, See how I feel some of the time?"

Spain scoffed, "Mio Dio, I don't know whose worse, Him or France!" A look of Irritation crossed his face, and as much as Romano liked to see a look of annoyance on his friend, he couldn't help but sympathize with him.

In the dense crowd, the two could hear a shriek from someone, someone who has been abducted by someone no other than…

"YOU DAMN IMBECILE, UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT!" All Romano could see was a short Japanese man tackled to the ground by the Korean man that was just here not even a minute ago harassing them.

"Aww, Hyung, Don't you love me?" Japan sighed, "I do, but not this way, it's indecent!" Japan continued to pry himself away from the clingy Korean, but no avail.

"Ugh, I give up."

"YAY, DOGGY PILE ON JAPAN!" America jumped into the air and landed on Korea's back, tackling them both to the ground. Soon, everyone followed in suit, even stingy Germany. Austria and Denmark stood back, along with Romano and Spain who were just dumbfounded by the situation alone.

"This'll be an interesting few weeks…"

"Indeed."

Just then, England pulled over in the parking lot with the limos, he couldn't afford to have his friends ride in the overcrowded double Decker buses, besides, they were his guests, no?

When he walked out the driver's seat, he didn't expect the large mass of bodies piled on the side of the road, what the hell?

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" he hollered. In a moment's notice, all the nations stopped squirming then one by one then they each hopped off from one another, until it was just Japan sprawled out on the floor with Korea's face stuffed in his tiny ass. If it was even possible, Japan's blush of pure rage could rival the likes of Romano.

"Oh…well" The Englishman fumbled. Everyone slowly backed away, making their leave to their mode of transportation awaiting them.

"Korea…" Japan growled. The younger nation carefully lifted himself off the Asian. Japan didn't even look at him, but Korea can sense that he was in deep trouble…


It didn't take long before they reached to England's Mansion, which was decked out with various types of flowers, and trees cut into various figures, trailing up the front steps.

"Ahh, I see that you have taken my suggestion to heart. I told you blue would be a good colour." France commented, letting his hand graze the balcony railings.

England chuckled, "I'll let that one slide Frog. But I must say, you do have a good sense in décor." France laughed, "Ohohoho~ but of course!"

England held the door open for his guests, when an unexpected visitor was waiting for them in the dining room.

"Good Evening fellow nations" the queen greeted, seated gracefully at the end of the fairly large dining hall.

The nations felt bashful in her presence, having hoping to just relax after the long day of traveling and the fatigue was getting to some of them, especially some of the Asian nations as they could feel the jet lag wearing down on them.

After the running around the track, some of them were fairly sweaty and they wanted so badly to have a bath, but it seems that the favor was not on their side, and Romano was really hoping on getting that foot massage from Spain, after all, he owed him.

"Good Evening My Queen!" England smiled, bowing in place. Everyone one seemed to follow in suit, except for a particular American nation that just stood there dumbfounded, until China stepped on his toe and brought his head down forcefully. "AH, THE FUCK CHINA!"

"Shut it!" the Chinese man hissed.

For once, America felt out of balance and out of place…so not awesome.

Apparently, England had prepared a meal for his boss and the other nations coming into his territory, only that he hadn't expected for everyone else to be so out of character. No one really ate his food, except for Sea Land, and Turkey (Whom was suffering from allergies that night), and America insulted him, saying that his show sucked, in comparison the Opening ceremony in Beijing 2008. China had no problems into taking that as a complement…and well, the dinner ended up like how the world conference meeting ends up…only with food plastered to the ceiling and what not.

Luckily, Germany and Prussia already consumed their potatoes (which was the only thing that wasn't in anyway scorched, saturated in oil, or just inedible.) before France sling-shot his overly baked and dried chicken across the table, attempting to hit England, but ended up hitting Romano instead, which in turn had him launching a barrel of tomatoes back in his direction. And that's how all 61 nations ended up cleaning the dining hall and the Queen marching out of England's house in a flustered manner.


"But Romano, you didn't have to throw the tomatoes, you wasted so many, now what do we have to eat!" the Spaniard scolded. Personally, Romano wasn't in the mood (Nor is he ever) to put up with anyone's complaining. Its one thing to annoyed on a daily bases, but it's another to have a burnt piece of chicken blurring your vision by a cheesy French bastard!

Spain and Romano went to their room to get rid of the smell of burnt crumpets and overly spiced fished along with pieces of salad soaked in dressing that somehow ended up in their shorts (courtesy of the Netherlands) .

As much as Romano loved traveling to places for competing purposes, he hated it when events turn out this way. Only in England has their brawl gotten them so low that they started a food fight…hell, He knew the third world countries didn't appreciate it, since some were experiencing famines and what not, which just made Romano feel even worse about the fact that he wasted all his tomatoes (one of the only edible things in here) on those damned, ungrateful bastards!

Oh, they were going to get it, whether it be from sports being watched on national television or his Italian rath that showed behind the scenes…

OPERATION: SABOTAGE THE CHEESE SCONE BASTARD -IN PROGRESS

"Ehh, romano? Why are you laughing and smiling like that? I mean, I don't mind when my buddy laughs and smiles, but it's beginning to creep me out…"

Romano quickly recovered his devilish smirk, "Oh, It's nothing, just a thought." He put lightly, and then quickly scampered into the bathroom with a change of clothes and toiletries.

Spain sighed and lied down on the couch, flicking through the TV stations until he ran into the news, listening to the news reporter relay the gossip about the opening ceremony then the camera zoomed in on a figure flailing around in mid air by his belt buckle, obviously freaking out as he swished around, screaming for help.

Spain chuckled, "Oh, poor England…he deserved it though…pfft!"