"Germany, come quick!"

"What is it now?" Germany asked the Italian that had just run into the room, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading.

"I saw a Pictonian upstairs!"

"What?" Now he looked up. "Impossible. How could they be back?

"I don't know, but I saw one- a Pictonian- in the spare bedroom, and it looked angry!"

And so Italy lead Germany to the spare room, or rather, Germany led with Italy cowering and hiding behind him.

Upon arriving, Germany concluded that the only mysterious thing in the room was Japan, who was spending the night in Germany's home. When he noticed his allies in the doorway, he looked at them oddly. "Good evening?"

Italy peeked around Germany. "Japan, what are you doing? Get out of there!"

"Excuse me?"

"He thinks he saw a Pictonian. Do you have any idea what he could be talking about?" Germany asked, concluding that this short endeavor was a waste of time.

Japan thinks. "Yes, I think I do. Could he be talking about Tony?"

"Tony?"

At that moment Tony walked out of the closet eating a hamburger. Tony being Tony, there was a muffled swear.

"WHAAAAAT?-!"

"I believe he has been following me ever since I last visited America." Japan explained.

"And how long is that?"

"Sixty two days. I've been keeping track."


I love the light plots of flash fiction.