A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for two months, I was just…demotivated…and have several other projects to work on simultaneously. So I was trawling through an old writing notebook of mine, and found some notes that I was planning for another fic, but never acted on. As a result, this is spawned:
The answer remains forgotten to this day, to the question of who decided that it was a good idea to bring several balls (no, not that kind, we have far too many of those in the sausage fest known as a world meeting) to play Dodgeball.
However, as we all know, things like this don't tend to end well:
China was the first to go down because he threw out his back. Again.
England was slightly confounded by the impromptu event but managed to survive. (He took down France himself).
North Italy just surrendered. His brother resorted to pelting tomatoes (where did those come from?), mainly at Spain (who was cool with it).
America…kind of went postal and eliminated half the game from the Meeting Room (playing field), but was knocked out by some random flying ball in an extremely anti-climatic moment.
Russia stood his ground. It took an enormous barrage of medicine balls from literally everyone else in the game teaming up to get rid of him to accomplish their goal…of eliminating him (duh!).
Ironically, Prussia was the last one standing in the whole thing.
Then the Meeting was left unmentioned for the most part. Like most other meetings.
A/N: I myself have played a little dodgeball and 95% of my knowledge and experience is from either school or reading. I hope this keeps you satisfied for a while! Thanks for dropping by, and leave a review/comment while you're here, please. (200 words of actual content.)