Three French Hens
When Japan arrived at the meeting room where the G8 meeting was being held, she was immediately greeted by Italy who dragged her inside. Inside the room, she heard clucks from hens that America, France, and England were chasing. The other nations were watching bemusedly (although not that bemusedly on Germany's part), as the three chased the hens around the room.
"Italy-kun, what's happening?" Japan asked, although it was pretty obvious by now. Italy answered, complete with hand gestures, "When me and Germany got here, there were three hens in your chair then China arrived and tried to catch the hens to cook us lunch later but then he scared off the hens then America and big brother France arrived-"
Italy was cut off by America zooming past them as one of the hens found its way outside. Soon, the other two hens found their way to the hallway too. Japan noticed that one of the hens held England's wand in its beak.
Half an hour later, America, England, and France managed to catch the hens and put them in a cage that Russia somehow had. All of them didn't bother asking the tall nation why he was carrying the cage around.
"Mein gott, we're already behind schedule," sighed Germany, once everyone was settled. England huffed, "Can we just get this bloody meeting started already?"
After the meeting, that was a half-day meeting, Japan and Italy waited for Germany as he fixed up his papers. While waiting for the blonde, they were idly talking about food and cute animals. Germany soon arrived, as they went to a nearby restaurant Italy recommended. As the waiter took their order, one of the hens from earlier suddenly jumped on their table, scaring the people in the restaurant.
"Where did that chicken come from?!"
"A chicken?!"
Italy hid behind Germany from the hen. The hen stopped in front of Japan and they now only noticed that it was holding a piece of paper in its beak.
"On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave me…"
Chapter Notes:
Mein gott (Ger.) - My God