I know this is K+ but this chapter is T for EXTREME cursing!

The League of Nations was an epic fail. The two main reasons for this were because America, as the strongest country in the world and the inventor of the idea for the League of Nations, refused to join! The League handled international problems by stopping all trade to the agressing country. America could and did still trade, so it kinda screwed up the league's tactics. Also notable is that Britain and France never agreed (in History too!) and the Council required a majority vote to take action so... they never got anywhere. This first segment is 1919-1920 and the second is 1935. I couldn't find out who were in the council in 1925, but I knew Japan and Germany (joined 1926) left in 1933.

The Reasons for League of Nations' Failure: A.K.A. England cusses out America, and Italy's too strong to mess with.

"Stupid git, what do you mean you're not joining?" England, a blonde, green-eyed man with bushy eyebrows yelled.

"I'm sorry dudes, my people don't want me to get all weird from hanging around you guys! I'm on a different continent! What you do has nothing to do with me!" America responded, flailing as usual.

"Of course it does, you ignorant brat! This was your idea in the first place! And what do you mean you'll get weird from aiding us n Europe!"

"I mean, you guys get into too many fights! It isn't my fault!"

"Yes it is! You have no one to fight with on your continent!"

"Who is fighting?" Belgium pointed out. The two blonde nations ignored her and continued yelling.

"I'm a democratic country, got it? DE-MO-CRA-TIC!" America explained/yelled. "You have a king, you kingly country!"

"It's a monarchy you git! Constitutional Monarchy, the King does nothing! He's a figurehead!"

"Then why do you have one?"

"Tradition! Something you know nothing about, you little brat!"

"I'm taller than you!"

"That's not what matters you bloody retarded, arrogant, arsehole brat!"

Somebody covered some of the younger nations' ears.

"Dude, what do some of those words even mean?" America asked, cocking his head a little, all flustered anger leaving his voice and stance.

"For God;s bloody sake and by all the faeries in the world, don't you have a brain, you moronic featherbrained excuse for a nation!"

"Of course I have a brain! Everyone has one!" America defended himself, hardly knowing it was in defense and thinking he was just pointing out the obvious.

"My God, my unicorns, my bloody leprechauns! You don't have a bloody fucking brain, do you? No OF COURSE NOT! I RAISED A FEATHERHEAD, MORONIC, ARROGANT BRAT WHO CAN'T LISTEN TO SENSE AND IS A COMPLETE AIRHEAD, ALL BRAWN AND NO BRAINS, A DITZ, A BLOODY RETARDED GIT!" England yelled, slipping into a cockney accent when he started screaming. Now almost everyone had their ears covered. Besides France of course, he enjoyed it immeasurably when anyone said the word "fuck" or "fucker"

"Onhonhonhon~! Angleterre, you have really outdone yourself this time! You've never even cursed me out that bad~!" France exclaimed giggling to himself perversely.

"There ya go again, Iggy, using long weird words! How am I supposed to know what you just said?" America whined.

"Well~" France started explaining.

"DON'T YOU START, YOU BLOODY, SNAIL-EATING FROG!" England turned and yelled at France. The latter giggled nervously. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, I'M LEAVING, YOU'RE A BLOODY RETARD AMERICA, YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING!" he continued, huffing and stomping out of the room.

- next section-

"Ve~!" was the weird sounding battle-cry as two brothers charged down a desert hill.

"Shut the hell up!" was the follow-up cry as the tan-clad one responded to the blue-clad's charge cheer.

"For Pasta?" the blue clad one, Italy, asked,

"Che." His twin grunted and they continued down the hill yelling "FOR PASTA~!" both of them.

"Huh, who are you?" asked a black man with colourful, baggy clothes.

"We're Italy, ve~" Italy (the one in blue) called.

"Why- are you here?" the black man asked.

"We're taking Abyssinia, you burnt bastardo!" yelled South Italy (the one with the foul mouth.)

"W-what?" Abyssinia asked nervously.

"Ve~, did you get burnt by this hot sun?"asked nice Italy (the one in blue). Abyssinia asked, confused. Then he realised what they were talking about.

"Ah, no! I was born like this!"

"Ve~that's weird!"

"Shut the hell up, both of you!" South Italy yelled, pulling out a pistol. His brother mirrored his action. They pulled masks over they heads and aimed the newly-developed pistols at Abyssinia. He backed up.

"League of Nations! Help me, please!" the man screamed for help

….. meanwhile...

"Oh, my goodness! You're all incompetent!" yelled a Brit to the council.

"Non, you are incompetente, my dear." replied a French man fairly calmly. Th

"Abyssinia is about to die!" England continued, pointing out what their current meeting was about for the millionth time. "Italy is going to kill him!"

"If we go against Italy, we'll have another war on our hands!" France objected.

"If we let Abyssinia die, we prove ourselves a failure!" England responded.

"We have to!"

"No, we don't!"

"Yes we do!"

"No! This is a stupid frog argument with a stupid Frog! Let's just take away the Italians' trade! We CAN do that!" England proposed angrily. The Frenchman chose to ignore the 'frog' comment and move on.

"Mon cher, you have actually had a good idea!" England too chose to ignore the Frenchman's comment.

"Ok, it's done, then."

…... later...

"Bloody hell! How do those bloody useless Italians have Abyssinia at the neck AND continue to have new supplies!"

"Don't look at me! I did what you told me to!" France complained.

"Then HOW are they still getting supplies?" England yelled again. France looked absolutely clueless for a second.

"AMERICA!" France suggested, mostly to get England to stop trying to kill him, but also because it might have been true. America wasn't a part of the League, and therefore could still trade with Italy. England's eyes widened, and he spun on a heel and stomped out of the room cursing and yelling at non-present America.

"Damn it! Stupid, bloody, America! If he had just joined the League, none of this would have happened! Stupid bloody America! Now, without his aid, we can't even attack Italy! Italy's too bloody strong!" England ranted to himself as he left, in a cockney accent.

Translations:

Angleterre: England in French.

Bastardo: bastard in Italian

Non: No in French

Incompetente: incompetent in French

Mon cher: "my dear" in French

Frog argument: Portuguese slang for a "yes"-"no"-"yes"- "no" argument.