Author's Note:

PROMPT TIME! And we have a prompt from DrowningInTheHourglass:

Could you do a chapter about England and France (and maybe America..?) having an argument and starting a prank war or something? Thanks!

I can, in fact do that. With pleasure. This one is going to be FUN. Ahahahaha... Yeah.

DISCLAIMER. Hetalia isn't mine.

"What do you zink zey are bickering about?" France asked, popping up behind England, who jumped in suprise at the frenchmen's sudden appearance by his side.

"I wouldn't have the foggiest idea." England answered, hoping that would make the pest that was France leave him. It wouldn't be, but you can't blame him for trying.

The 'they' in question was Canada and America, who were bickering about something in the corner, about what, they weren't sure. The boys had shown up together, America had given Canada a ride, fighting about something. Well, more like Canada was murmuring little insults that America was blowing off and sometimes throwing back his own. It was like watching two eight yearolds fight. And England could attest to that, having raised them himself for a period of time, though he admittedily focused more on America. Probably because he was so much louder. Anyway...

"You don't zink it is serious, do you?" France seemed actually concerned. "We can't 'ave a war between America and Canada. America alone-"

"Oh, calm down, they are probably just fighting over something stupid America did." England huffed, crossing his arms. "They used to have fights like this all the time when they were kids... you know, when we remembered Canada was there."

"They did?" France was actually curious.

"Yes, every once and awhile America would realize he had a brother and would try to get him to play with him by playing little pranks on him... Canada never would respond though. Though I suppose it wouldn't matter if he did respond. He could never win in a prank war against America."

"Why couldn't 'e?" France asked, feeling the need to defend his old colony.

"Well, Canada is just a little too... french to possibly compete with America in such a competition is all." England shrugged a shoulder.

"Are you implying that I don't 'ave a good sense of 'umor?" France squeaked, looking highly offended, and of course, angry. "I 'ave a wonderful sense of 'umor. Remember the year Spain and I pranked you all by making you all wear those ridiculous outfits?"

"That wasn't funny, you bloody frog!" England scowled, his angry monster eyebrows furrowing together. "And a battle of pranks isn't just about humor! It's about embrassing the prankee, which requires an amount of daring that the french simply don't posess."

"'ey, I resent that! I am very daring!" France was his crossing his arms now. "I am the king of daring, you are the one who is a coward!"

"Take that back, frog!" England screeched, wrapping his hands around his neck. France responded by choking him back and that was the end of the conversation.

But, needless to say, the conversation wasn't forgotten. And so at the next G8 meeting, when Britian sat down at his chair...

Pfffffftttttttttt

England's cheeks instinctually turned bright red, even though that was most certianly not him. Most of the nations just raised shocked eyebrows at him. America and France laughed, Canada was stiffling giggles. France stood up and did a 'victory' pose.

"Hahaha! I got you, silly Angleterre!" France mocked, looking very smug. "Who is a coward now?"

"YOU BLOODY FROG!" England screamed, whipping out the whoopie coushin from beneath him and smacking the frenchmen with it. "THIS IS STUPIDEST, MOST CHILDISH-"

England went on like this for five minutes before Germany finally brought things back to order. But it wasn't over. Not by a long shot. England didn't care how much of a gentleman he was, that dumbass frog get away with this. This meant war.

The first return prank was a small one. He broke into France's home and pinned up a few images of the Union Jack up in his home. France had been angry, and after ripping all the offending object to shreads, he decided to take a shower to calm down. It was when he had gotten out of said shower and discovered that his hair was now a deep blue color.

France's screams could be heard for miles.

At the next world meeting...

"Why hello, France!" Engalnd greeted his old enemy with a fake friendliness. "I like what you've done with your hair."

"You are a vile 'uman being, Angleterre." France said in his regular overly dramatic fashion. "A savage! Messing with a man's 'air like that!"

"No need to be so dramatic, France, it's just hair." England scoffed, obviously glad that his little prank had gotten to the frenchy so bad.

"You are truly evil, Angleterre." France glare and England glared back, but didn't respond.

What England didn't know, was that France had a prank planned as retalation. And it was a doozy.

When England went up to give his presentation on global warming, all his slides were replaced with embarrassing pictures of himself. Some of them were from his punk days, others were more recent, just stupid things that anybody does when they think they are alone. The worst part was that England was so wrapped up in his prepared speech that he hadn't noticed this intill he noticed all the giggling and actually looked at was being projected onto the screen. England had never been more red in his entire life. It had taken England all of five seconds to realize what had happened. It had taken another three seconds for him to launch himself at France and start to strangle him.

And so started the lunch break.

The next few weeks after that world meeting was a flurry of pranks. It was starting to become unclear when one prank started, or even if they weren't pranking themselves. Everything was booby trapped. Either one of them had drenched in any number of liquid or liquid-like substances. At one point a hooker had been sent to England's house. Because France.

It was starting to get out of hand. Just a little. It got so bad, that they were pulled aside by America and Canada at the start of a lunch break.

"Britian... France, dudes... You gotta stop pranking each other..." America said, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "This is getting, like, way out of control. Last week Germany got caught in the crossfire of that flour bomb. Finland is still cleaning out honey from his ears from when he got caught up Britian's prank."

"I apoligized for that." France and England replied in unison before glaring at eachother.

"You really should stop." Canada said in little baby quiet voice. "It's becoming harmful to business. If you don't stop, we'll have to get your bosses involved." It didn't really sound like a threat coming from such such an uninitidating person.

"Who are you?" England asked, quirking a brow.

"I'm Canada." He murmured at the same time as France drawled 'Duh, 'e's Canada!'.

"Right, sorry!"

"Canadia-"

"Canada!"

"- has a point. If you guys don't cut it out, we will have to call your bosses. If we don't, Germany will." America said, removing his hands from their persons.

Needless to say, they didn't listen. The very next day, they had prank eachother and their bosses were called. They were then, for all intents and purposes, grounded. Then it was over.

Author's Note:

This one is a little short, only because if it wasn't, it'd impossibly long and I didn't want to bore you guys with a 4,000 plus word chapter. I'm still really happy with it. Listened to Pub and Go while writing most of it.

Keep the prompts coming, bros. And some reviews wouldn't hurt. If you like it, tell me. I'd like to know. Do you have a favorite part of ths chapter? What is it? Favorite line? Eh?