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Spain snickered, as the host country for this week's world meeting he had convinced everyone to leave the meeting hall for the lunch break before all the cafes and shops closed for a few hours. Everyone was gone asides from him and Romano, although as far as everyone else knew they were out for lunch as well. Spain had been very excited to be the host country, he had come up with a prank a while ago and couldn't wait to get everyone out of the building to pull it off, with Romano as his partner in crime!
The meeting room had been picked very carefully, a building stationed towards the outskirts of town, still within walking distance of restaurants but close enough to the farm lands. For about two weeks he had been setting everything up and now they just had to get the last few details together and the plan would be a success. As Spain carried in another bail of hay he noticed through the window America walking back towards the building.
"Romano! America is coming! Distract him!"
"I don't want to talk to that annoying Americano!" Romano snapped. Not wanting to waste time arguing Spain put down the hay and ran outside to distract him.
"America! What are you doing here?" Spain asked trying not to sound suspicious.
"I came to get my bag, I got some hamburgers in there, the food here's weird. What are you doing here?"
"I left som- wait you don't like my food?" Spain went from trying to cover up his actions to being genuinely confused and mildly offended.
"It's not that it's bad but I asked for a tortilla and they give me weird potato thing! Wouldn't even give me ketchup!" America laughed, Spain on the other hand, was deeply disappointed. The two of them then got into a heated discussion on over what was and was not a tortilla, only to be interrupted by Romano, tossing (throwing) America's bag at him. As soon as America left Spain checked the time.
"Ayos Mios, tenemos quince minutos." Without any further delays the two were able to finish the prank and walk out of the building. They waited around the corner for several nations to start walking in before rounding the corner themselves pretending to be mid conversation. Upon reaching the meeting room they could hear the screams of confusion coming from the others.
In the room hay had been strewn across the room and layered the floor, chickens, pigs, sheep, and cows were milling around the room; but the best part was Prussia had walked too far into the room and had fallen into a hole that had been dug out weeks in advance, covered by planks of wood removed by the devious duo, and now filled with hay. Prussia was scrambling to try to get out of the hole he had sunken into shouting "MICH RACHEN, BRUDER!" as the hay consumed him, leaving a single hand unsubmerged.