Author's note: Oh hey there. I haven't updated in a while. I just decided today that I will, in fact, continue this story. You might also be getting the old chapters in your inbox (I am not sure, though) because I will be reposting them in a cleaner format. Thank you, and let the crack begin!
The Great Hand dropped off the last of the nations who appeared in the latest anime episode. This time was a lovely time for the characters that did not appear as often, (everyone knew the animators at StudioDEEN only animated the characters they liked, but some of the more popular nations didn't have the heart to tell the others.) mostly because they heard the newest notifications about their world.
Today, the news were not so great.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'THE ANIME IS GETTING DUBBED?!'" screamed an outraged Turk.
"WHAT IS WITH THIS SHIT?! I AM BARELY IN THE ANIME!" yelled a particularly grumpy Italian.
"I excited for the new English dub, and also for more chances to see characters like Japan and England and their adventures," Said Cuba.
"STFU, nobody even likes you aru," replied China, who was lamenting over his absence from the anime.
"Yeah, what is with all of this Japan-centric crap? Why no more of the FUCKING AWESOME ME?!" Said Prussia, a little bit too loudly.
"Would you like some cheese with that wine?" Asked England, as he raised a majestic eyebrow.
"W-Wine?! ONHONHONHON DO WANT."
"WEST! GIVE ME BEER!"
"NEE NEE PAPA WAIN WO CHOUDAI, NEE NEE MAMA, NEE NEE MAMA!"
Japan then proceeded to bitch-slap Italy.
"What was that for?" Asked the Italian, tears in his eyes.
"OH HELL NO. DID JAPAN JUST BITCH SLAP SOMEBODY? LAST TIME HE DID THAT WAS WHEN HE BOMBED PEARL HARBOR. NEVER FORGET. NEVER FORGET! I. WILL. NEVER. FORGEEEEETTTTT!" America began chanting.
"STOP STEALING MY LANGUAGE, BITCH! FIRST YOU MAKE THE FUCKING WINX CLUB, NOW THIS?!" Japan screamed in the most OOC fashion.
"HELP ME, FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER!" Italy cried as he held a portrait of a certain spaghetti monster.
"DAYUM, YOU'RE A PASTAFARIAN TOO?!" Denmark randomly yelled. "O. M. G. ENGLAND IS A PASTAFARIAN TOO!" He yelled as he pointed a finger at the ex-pirate.
"What do you mean?"
"YOU ARE A PIRATE!"
"YO HO YO HO A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!" America piped in.
Spain then interrupted the ordeal.
"Excuse me, guys, but the author just alerted me that we have been using way to much dialog in her story," He began.
"YOU MEAN THIS IS A STORY TOO?!" Germany screamed in a high-pitched voice. Everyone knew that Germany secretly had an extremely high-pitched voice, but he disguised it in order to coax little children into his van along with his accomplice, Spain. It still didn't work.
"PAGE CUT, PLEASE!" The author of this story declared.
~~~~ Page cut ~~~~~
Afterwards, the state of the lounge was a normal one. Like always. Complete chaos is normal in the lounge.
Canada and Sealand decided to share a corner and cut their wrists together, instead of by themselves.
America found pleasure in singing songs using the abused karaoke machine. The selection included America: Fuck Yeah, Never Gonna Give You Up, I'm Awesome and Like a Boss. Spain mentally flinched every time America began "Like a Boss". That was his song.
England amused himself and his fabulous eyebrows by typing "Sealand" into Microsoft Office Word repeatedly, and laughing every time the program tells him that Sealand does not exist.
Japan was cosplaying, like usual. Today he was a Sweet Lolita.
Korea was sitting in a chair, staring perversely at the Japanese man. Today's costume featured a perfect area for breast-groping.
China looked back and forth from Japan to Korea, and began backing away slowly.
Liechtenstein was secretly plotting her takeover of the world.
The rest of the nations, however, were completely bored.
"Sigh."
"Sigh."
"Sigh."
"Sigh."
"Sigh."
"Sigh aru."
But suddenly, one nation farted. Loudly.
America stopped singing, Canada and Sealand stopped cutting, and Japan even stopped taking awkward pictures of himself. Korea, however, still stared at Japan's every movement.
The room went into supreme chaos as every nation tried to point at a different culprit. A chorus of "HE DID IT! HE DID IT!" erupted all over the room.
It wasn't until Norway pointed when the source was found.
"DUUUDE! ICELAND, DON'T YOU EVER FART AGAIN! THAT'S NASTY!" Denmark screamed.
"What have you been eating, Iceland? No, no, never mind. I shouldn't ask," Finland said. "Oh, and may I ask something? Why haven't you said anything the entire fan fiction, Sweden?"
"Th' 'uth'r d'sn't w'nt t' typ' l'ke th's 'll th' t'me."
"…What?" A few countries asked after Sweden finished butchering the English language.
England suddenly ran to Iceland and punched him in the nose.
"BLOODY HELL! I CANNOT SMELL ANYMORE! GAH! I CANNOT SMELLLLLLL!"
"Calm down."
"I CANNOT SMEEEEELL! I MUST CLOSE MY AIRPORTS FOR THE SMELL IS SO HORRIBLE!"
At this time, Iceland had already joined Canada and Sealand in their wrist-cutting guild.