Just something I was thinking of the other day.
Warnings: England's cooking and personified states. Also my not so great writing skill be nice.
Summary: England is contemplating other nations when they make a rather unfair decision about him.
England was sitting in his chair in the back of the room watching America talk. He wasn't listening, just watching as the idiot continued to spew nonsense for what felt like hours. Now normally England being the gentleman he was, tried to listen even if it was America spewing nonsense, but today he just couldn't bring himself to listen it was just too much work.
He was just contemplating if anyone would notice if he began eating the scones he brought with him for lunch, when he heard something rather odd. America had stopped talking, quite suddenly, right in the middle of a rant about robots turning wind turbines. With the utmost caution he raised his head to look America full in the face, only to see the normally hyperactive nation standing still as stone and staring at the door. England, along with every other nation was staring at the door wondering what it had done to silence America, and if it would possibly share its secrets.
At this point you would be expecting the door to be blow open, well it didn't it opened very slowly and quietly as if hoping no one notices it. Next a young woman's head appeared around the door and blushed red at seeing all the nations staring at her.
"Virginia?"
The woman now known as Virginia gave a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I didn't mean to bother you, I just forgot that you would notice me coming. I'll leave in just a minute, I just need to pick up a better weapon."
"Everything should be at home I don't have any weapons on me." America looked totally confused at this point, as he watched the state scan the room as if looking for someone in particular.
"I know you can't bring any weapons here. I've actually already gone through everything you left at the house, so I'm looking for something a little more effective. Aha there you are." She began walking across the room towards England, who had watched the entire exchange with something approaching mild interest that is until she stole his scones. Before he could even think to form a protest she had made her way to the window, were she proceeded to through one of the scones at someone on the street below. England's cry of dismay was drowned out by an even louder cry of pain from below.
"Thanks England." With those parting words, the now cheerful state as good as skipped out of the meeting room with her newly acquired weapons. The room was once more silent as the gathered nations looked between the now closed door, the still oddly silent American, and the shocked Englishman.
"So…" America began with some traces of shock still evident in his voice. "All those in favor of making England's cooking a weapon of mass destruction say Aye." At this he raised his own hand in favor of the proposition.
"AYE" England was ignored in the back of the room, where he was making strange gurgling noises and staring in shock at the nations who were now celebrating the first decision ever made without a fight, since these meetings began, and it was against his food.