Wow, I honestly didn't think so many people would answer about the jellyfish sting, I put it there as a joke to be honest.
The idea for this chapter was submitted by Center2909 through PM, thank you for your suggestion.
England was a very busy country, it was not often that he had the time to bake scones for other people. However, when he did England liked to put them out as snacks for other nations at a world meeting to show everyone that he was better than France in the most passive aggressive way possible. He brewed a pot of Chamomile tea, kept warm in an electric kettle, and set the kettle on a desk next to the conference table before the meeting was to start; not wanting to go through the trouble of bringing tea cups, England had placed a stack of Styrofoam cups next to the kettle.
The dense, coal-black scones had been neatly arranged on two decorative ceramic plates. The scones were brittle around the edges but were as easy to chew through as a block of solid leather; they were unnaturally dry and left black smudge on your fingers when you touched them. Possibly worse of all was the smell, the hint of lemon was much closer to a lethal cleaning product than citrus and one would simply wonder if England had tried to cremate a deceased pet in his over before baking them. Somehow, England was painfully unaware that his scones have been used several times in the past as a lethal weapon of war.
England happily put the two plates on the meeting table as he thought about how envious France would be of everyone loving his food. Just before the meeting started England took out his own personal tea cup, for tea on the go, and poured himself a warm cup and drank it idly as the meeting began.
As soon as anyone walked through the door there was a grimace on their face as the smell hit them. How England was able to sip his tea so peacefully as the stench made each nation who walk in that door's eyes water alluded them. America, was far too excited to share his plan about wet land preservation to be deterred, absolutely nothing would keep him from showing off his awesome slide one else was paying much attention to his childish use of over the top slide transitions, most were using their shirts to filter the smell, Russia and Netherlands had both created a much more effective air filter with their scarves, France had taken the roses out of a flower pot and was attempting to drown out the smell with the pleasant fragrance of the flower. England had fallen asleep, likely because of the lack of caffeine, and was dead to the world.
"I can't take it anymore," Germany scream whispered once he was sure England was asleep. "someone throw these away!" In the end it was America, who had grown up dealing with England's food, and Prussia (who had shown up late) to toss out the scones in the dumpster outside. The scones were promptly stuffed into a trash bag and tided to the end of Russia's pipe, America carried them out while Prussia got the door for him.
When the two did not return after five minutes Czech was sent out to make sure that the scones had not killed them. She walked out to the two standing out in the parking lot, Prussia stood in the middle of it with the trash bag by his leg and America was next to the dumpster as he wielded the pipe like a bat. Prussia reached into the bag and pulled out one of England's scones (which due to the circulation of air was not nearly as odorous) and threw it as hard as he could to America, as the scone collided with the pipe it ricocheted to the side, Czech narrowly avoided getting hit.
The two male nations froze, Czech was rather serious in nature and the two feared that she would put an end to their game, they watched her walking closer with folded arms and a glare in her eyes. She yanked the pipe out of America's hands and pushed him to the side.
"Let me show you how it's done." She said with a smirk and she got into position. Ignorantly, Prussia picked up another scone and claimed that he would go easy on her, in return she told him to just throw it already. With not nearly as much force and the throw before, Prussia wound his arm back before slinging his arm forward. Czech had been watching him very closely, from the way he held the scone off center she knew it was a fastball. She pulled the pipe back and swung it forward, the scone bounced off and glided across the parking lot. Czech Republic put the pipe down, leaning on it like a cane, and put her other hand on her hip, she smiled smugly as America and Prussia watched the scone fly in amazement.
Every couple of swings or so the three would switch positions, alternating between pitcher, hitter, or umpire. Currently Czech was up to bat again and America was the pitcher. He had just pitched a burnt up knuckle ball when Slovakia walked out.
"What's taking so long?" He asked to Czech as he blindly walked out into the patch of the scone.
"Get out of the way, you fool!" She shouted, but not fast enough. Before he could turn around a scone hit him in the back of the head, he fell to the ground with a black circle on the back of his head. The scone ricocheted off of his head and crashed through the window into the meeting room. From the parking lot they could hear some shouting, mostly England.
"Run away." Prussia said while fleeing.
"What about What's-His-Face?" America shouted as he and Czech followed behind him.
"Leave him, we need a decoy!" She responded picking up the pace.
About a quarter done!
Baseball is getting rather popular in the Czech Republic, hence her being in the chapter.