Author's note: I would like to apologizes a head of time if this next prank seems offensive to you or inaccurate to some culture. I haven't read too much on the culture on other nations. Though, I think it's bad all it is just reactions to a certain odd food. I 'am sorry, if ends up being offensive or inaccurate.

Anyways, I hope you like it. Also I recommend not eating while read this chapter. Trust me it would be the best.

The next serval days, Romano strolled around with smile on his face finally those damn squirrels prove to be useful for something. However his blissful time was short lived when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him.

"Hey Romano?!" He looked over too see that Sealand heading his way.

"Huh? What the hell do you want?"

"It is it true that your brother's going to make soup at tomorrow's meeting?"

"Uh, si?"

"And is it true that in Spain they have some Criadillas?"

At that moment the older country cringed. He remembered being forced to eat that retched stuff all the time as a kid. Needless to say it was not his most found memories, in fact it almost wished that he that ***** Austria never gave to that Tomato ****. At least the jerk's gruel he severed the Italian nation when he was punished didn't make him want to hold his 'special area' tight. How could Spain eat that stuff like it was candy?

"Si, that **** Gave those damn things all the time, stupid ***** butt."

"Well that's good because we're going to some."

"What?! Why the **** do we need those ****** s?!"

"All a part of the next prank of course. While pranking the jerks at the world meeting, Prussia's going to pranks his brother."

"*******!"

"Oh and make sure you tell Canada?"

Later that night, Prussia's about embark on the most dangerous and most awesome task he has ever done, infiltrate his brother's room and set up a few pranks again. He tipped-toed in the bed room with blue paint and some pony tail holders. After he got everything ready, the Prussian then got a few other ideas. Awesome ideas that would make his awesome pranks all the more awesome.

The next morning, Romano made his way to the meeting room dreading for what his partners in crime has in store this time.

"Hi Romano."

WHA-?! He looked to his side and saw Canada.

"Oh? It you *****. What do you want?"

"Uh, I head Sealand and the micro nations have prank set up?" The Italian nation sigh.

"Si ******, they're going to ***** with that **** soup." He would have been happy that someone's messing his cooking to make the German **** and have him think that it was Italy, but it was also the reputation of his cooking that would be lost.

"Oh? Did you see Germany today?"

"Nope. The Potato *****'s brother is supposed to take care of him."

"Oh."

Once at the meeting, everyone just gone as normal as you get for these crazy and, or childish nations. It gone on for a while until Germany came in soaked, with some strains braided hair, and blue paint smeared on his face. A few nations tried not to laugh, but couldn't help to let some chuckles, though Romano laughed butt off.

Germany growled a bit before taking seat. Just as he did, Italy head beside the German nation and asked "Ve, Germany, are you okay?" The German nation soon let another growl.

"No Italy, Bruder pranked me with toilet water and unplug my alarm clock." It was this moment, the nations who chuckled, chuckled harder and Romano laughed more. Germany let another growl. Italy surprisingly read the atmosphere around his German friend for once and before said fried could yell at him, he set back in his seat.

After the meeting continued for a while until lunch time was upon them.

"Italy cook your soup?"

"Si Germany."

As soon Italy dashed to make his soup, America got went, walked to where England was sitting because the two nations and France wouldn't leave each other, and asked "Hey Iggy you want to come to my place and played the new Monster Smasher me?"

"America, why would I play that bloody game with you?"

"Ugh, Monster Smasher?" The two English speaking native look to see China. "That Game sucked. You and you stupid westerner have no taste."

"Hey, Monster Smasher is awesome dude!"

"Didn't you play that game several times and got mad at it?" Russia said a few seats away from the Chinese nation. At that moment, China blushed.

"That game was rigged."

"Hahahaha! You sucked dude! Hahahaha!"

Shut it you stupid westerner?!"

"Monster Smasher is nothing compared to artistic work of my video games." France commented his typical vain, stuck-up manner.

"Hphm, all of your games are turds, frog."

"Your games are crap just the like food you make, black sheep!"

"What?! No they aren't, frog and cooking is the best damn thing there is!"

As the two blonde nations stared each other down, China spoke up again. "Really? You westerns are fighting like a bunch children, aru."

"Those games are nothing compared to my games. Da? Russia let out his comment that made the nations beside him back away.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Italy just finished his soup when he spotted a cat through the gap of partially opened door, strolling in the hallway. The Italian nation's mile brighten more. As, the Italian went after the cat, he micro nations went in.

"Say, Sealand, what's in this stuff anyways?" Sebroga questioned as the group dump the food in.

"Bull balls, my friend. This would make a great prank to prank those jerks."

"I hope Canada and Romano can stomach this stuff." Wy commented.

Back at the meeting not much changed England and France gotten iin to a brawl, America cheered them on, some nations express their opinions about the game, and nations like Germany where getting fed up with it all.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW OR I WON'T LET ITALY GIVE YOU SOUP?!" Everyone heeded the German venomous commands done as they're told. Romano was about to disobey, but then remember that he had to keep a low profile.

Damn it, he thought to himself. He had to take this like a man.

"Hey dudes, where's Italy?"

"Yes good question, I haven't seen that bloke since Germany send him off to make us soup."

"Hahahaha! I'll find out what's going on because I 'm the-"

"I'll go look for the fool. Everyone stay here?" Germany commanded.

Just as Germany walked out, he soon found Italy rolling on the floor, playing with a cat.

"ITALY?!"

"AWWWW! I 'AM SORRY GERMANY!" After the German nation made his Italian comrade put the down and get the food they went back to the meeting room.

Once Italy passed out the bowls of soup and everyone started to dig in, a few nations paused.

"What's this stuff dudes?" America asked as he held a lump of meat on a spoon up.

"It has a familiar taste." France said still chewing on his.

"Gracias, Italia esta Criadillas es realmente buena." It was at this moment that some nations known exactly what that was and some of those nations spit out their meat.

"Yuck!"

"Yo, did he say that was?" questioned Denmark only just stopped his.

"He said that there was bull testicals you git." All of the sudden the Danish man dropped his spoon and cringed, so did some other nations did.

"ITALY?!"

"AWWW! I DIDN'T PUT THAT IN THERE I SWEAR!"