Once again, time for another round of insanity!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or anything that is mentioned in this list. I also do not own the Skippy's List, from which I DID draw a lot of inspiration. I'd also like to thank my friends who helped me greatly with ideas for this. Thanks Prussia, Belarus, Latvia, and Italy! Germany too, but not till later.
Please Review so I know what you like or needs to be worked on.
Sorry this took so long, school's been kicking my butt. And then there was Nekocon, which rocked, like it always does!
The List
33. Will not say 'Is this Crap Flammable?' just to empty the room.
It was a slow, hot day, and the Nations were wilting as they argued with each other. Virginia weather tended to stay hot and humid longer than New York's, and it was beyond uncomfortable in the meeting hall.
"Everyone, if we could just simmer down for a few minutes, we could gt out of here!" England yelled, one of the few who wasn't suffering too much. His island tended to stay humid for most of the year.
"Ugh, Angleterre, I just wish to leave! Why could we not return tomorrow when it it cooler?"
"Hey, is this Crap flammable?"
Everyone froze. They had long since learned that if America ever said anything that had to do with fire, Bad Things were about to happen. Slowly, as one, the room turned to look at the man, who was holding a lighter, and what appeared to be a stick of dynamite.
"EVERYONE OUT!"
Five seconds later, America grinned as he tossed the red candle to the side, propping his feet up on the table. "Always works. Though I wonder how long that'll continue working?"
34. Must not attempt to communicate using only Lady Gaga lyrics.
- Once again, I may not sing.
"America, have you finished with the paper work I sent you yet?"
The younger Nation lifted a finger at the Englishman, ignoring hm as he thumbed through his iPod. "Just a second, it's my favorite sound they're about to play," he chanted.
"What?"
"Sorry I can't hear you, I'm kinda busy."
"Ah, as long as you're working."
He shuffled through the papers on the table that were finished, leaning against the edge. He was dressed in his normal uniform, and ignoring the world. At least, until America smirked as he stared at the man. "Pants tighter than plastic, Iggy?"
"...The Hell? What's with the Gaga?"
"It's because I know you can't stand her."
"For good reason! Now hurry up and finish, I wish to go home soon!"
A sigh. "That boy is a Monster, M-M-Monster."
35. I will never wear that hat again.
Italy was curious. This was normally not too bad of a thing, but he was curious about America. Still, it may not have amounted to much, except for a few things. One, it was America. Two, Italy is gullible. And Three, Germany was Not going to be Amused.
"Veee, America, what are you wearing?"
The North American looked over at the Italian, chewing on the piece of soft plastic in his mouth. "This?" he asked around the tube. "This is the world's greatest invention; The Beer Hat."
"Really?" Italy's eyes were wide as he looked up at the American, who just calmly bit the tub again, taking another pull from the cans around his head. "Can I have one?"
America grinned, reaching into his Bag of Holding. It had been a gag gift from Canada, but the gag was on his brother, cause he loved the thing! With a flourish, he pulled a second cap out, plopping it onto auburn hair. "All yours!"
He chuckled a few minuted later when Germany came storming up, blue eyes pissed at the younger Nation. "Vhat the Hell did you give Italy?" he barked.
"A beer hat."
"And you didn't think this was a bad idea?"
"Hey, at least I didn't put beer in it. It's just Coke!"
"Yes, but he put wine in his! He's already drunk!"
"...oops."
36. I will not put decaf in Turkey's coffee.
The older man frowned as he looked down at his coffee cup. It tasted fine, but he wasn't getting the kick he normally enjoyed. And Turkish coffee was thick and highly caffinated, which was why it was so strange to Turkey that it almost felt like drinking water. 'Hmm, maybe I've just gotten so damn used to it that I don't feel the kick anymore,' he mused, taking another pull. A yawn, and he set the mug down to pay attention to the meeting again. It was gonna be a long week.
Five Days Later
"Am-m-m-merica! What the Hell did you do to my cof-f-f-fee!"
The blond raised an eyebrow at the Turk, who was visibly shaking as he glared at the younger Nation."I did you a favor. I noticed you'd been drinking from a bag of decaf." The grin stayed off his face, but his eyes were lit with an unholy light. "So I replaced it with your normal blend."
"Decaf! I d-d-don't drink Decaf! I'll k-k-iillll you!"
