So here is another oneshot~

Russia's fingers moved diligently on the keyboard as he wrote. He hummed nonchalantly, a small smile upon his lips. Lightly cocking his head to the side, he pondered how to word the next sentence; making sure it fell off the tongue easily.

On the other side of the conference room, Italy had a scrap of paper that he was doodling on with a sharpie while humming a song that Japan had introduced him to called Shinigami Haken Kyoukai Theme. It was from an anime called Black Butler…though Japan kept insisting that its proper name Kuroshitsuji. Ok…well the song wasn't from the anime but more from the musical that was derived from the anime...manga...whichever...

Anywho...

The conference room was actually quiet and the only sounds where those of the keys clicking from the many laptops and the pencils scratching on the many piles of paperwork. "Черт ..."

Italy looked up from his drawings, as did many of the other countries since when Russia said a word of displeasure it normally meant death for someone. Russia was still frowning and had his head cocked to the side with his hand cupping his chin.

"V-Ve…Russia?" Italy asked, scared but not as much as he used to be. "W-What's wrong?"

His violet eyes were still glaring at the screen as he answered. "I cannot be seeming to get this sentence right."

Italy's eyes widened and a smile crept onto his face. "Ve~! Is it…"

"The story? Da."

That was it. Italy jumped to his feet, knocking his chair backwards in the process, and ran over to the Russian. He leaned in over his shoulder and read what he had already wrote. "Ve…why didn't you tell me you were working on the story! I've been waiting for the update for months!"

"I am sorry, little Italy. I did not want to bother you with such minuscule things."

Italy waved him off. "No! I want to read it!"

America frowned. "What are you talking about?'

"Yes, I would also like to know…" Germany asked, standing up looking slightly concerned for Italy being in such a close proximity to the Russian.

Italy shrugged, leaning over and typing on Russia's computer, correcting his mistakes.

"little Italy and I are writing a story on this… site."

America groaned. "Not that bullshit fangirl site! There is so much bull on it!"

"America-san…I believe that the site is quite accurate."

America glared at Japan. "That's cuz youre into that 'yaoi' crap. I read this shitty story on me and England! I mean…seriously! WTF is that!"

"But…you are together, America-san." Japan added.

"That's-that…that is completely beside the point!"

Japan sighed. "What's it about, Italy-chan?"

"Well, " Russia answered. "It is called Death is Never Permanent and it is like the American movie 300 where I am the king."

"Figures…commie-bastard…" America muttered.

"And little Feli is my queen."

"WHAT!" several countries screamed. "Italy is a boy!"

"Ve…in this story, it's my fem self~!"

Japan smiled. It wasn't yaoi…but that was still interesting. "Who is the evil Demi-God?"

"Comrade Prussia."

Just then, the said dead nation entered the room with Spain and France.

"Bruder! Did you know about it?"

Prussia blinked at Germany. "About what?"

"The story that-"

"OH FUCK YA! That kickass story where im the fucking AWESOME God and I get me some sweet Italy tail!"

"Nyet, you are a Demi-god, comrade."

"Same fucking thing!" the Prussian ran over to where the other two nations were typing.

The rest of the nations blinked at them. Japan logged onto his own account and looked the story up, already interested in where the plot was headed.

Did you like? This is an actual story by the way that my friend and i are writing. It's on her site and in my favs~ He name is Delusional xx Ace. Look her up~ She is Russia afterall... she might take your soul...

R&R!