Chapter 1: All Fun and Games
England scanned the script, his green eyes darting left and right as he hurriedly reviewed his lines. His eyes closed with annoyance as a voice cried "Hey England!" followed poking to the shoulder. "Now isn't the time to review lines!" America said as he finally stopped poking England only to rip the script from his hands. "Now is the time to get into character! I'm already getting into character!" America shouted flashing a huge smile. "I'm the hero!" he cried posing triumphantly.
"America, you play a patient at a mental institution." England sighed leaning back in his chair. "You fit perfectly." He added, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. What was said next was drowned out by the sound of Germany loudly drilling Italy on his part. "When are China and Japan going to be out of the practice room?" England thought casting his eyes for any signs of them. Germany had Italy dressed his costume to help him "understand" his character as he put it. Italy was wearing a white lacy dress and carrying a delicate white umbrella.
"Italy! " Germany shouted. "You're playing the part of a woman! Toughen up!" Italy cringed, hiding behind his umbrella as Germany continued lecturing him about his part. The only other one even thinking about their costume was France who was still trying to decide what to wear. England felt a tug on his sleeve, he reluctantly looked up from his script he had retrieved to see Sealand at which point he promptly buried his face in his script.
"Mr. England, Mr. England" England heard Sealand say as he kept tugging. Can I be in your play, the audience will love me?" As much as England hated to admit it the audience probably would like to see Sealand, and as their first live performance at a convention it had to be spot on.
"Okay." England said, reluctant to acknowledge Sealand, especially as a country. "Run across the stage acting like a child here." He said pointing to the script. "Now shoo." England stood up from his seat to get a drink for his throat when he was knocked back down by a fleeing Latvia.
"Stop running!" Russia called after him "That's not how it happens in the script!"
"J-j-just set down the knife the knife and use the prop one!" Latvia managed to choke out.
"It's not a murder scene unless you use a real weapon!" Russia said running after him.
"Bloody hell Russia be careful with that!" England cried after him.
"Oh, don't worry." said Russia stopping. "I'm in control of the knife at all times." he said, his aura darkening.
"That's what I'm worried about." England muttered trying to concentrate on the script.
"Oh England!" France called out from across the room. "What do you think a narrator should wear?"
"I don't care." England grumbled, his eyebrows knitting together. "Just wear something."
"Aw, but that was one of my best ideas." France said, giving a cheeky wink. "How is this?" he said ripping off his clothes to reveal a TSA uniform. "Alright England, are you ready for your pat-down?" France asked advancing toward England, hands outstretched. "It's for safety!"
"Bloody hell what are you doing?" England cried trying to evade France's groping hands.
"Don't try to escape, you know you love it!" France pedo-laughed, trying to wrap his arms around England. England pried France off and dragged him back to France's dressing room. "Oh England I didn't know we were there yet." France laughed as England threw him into his room. "Aren't you hot in those clothes? I know I am." France called from behind the door. "Don't you want to come in and cool off?"
"Just wear something and be out by showtime!" England shouted angrily at France's closed door. England walked out of the corridor that held the dressing rooms only to enter the chaos filled main room. Russia was pinning Latvia down and trying to stab him with the prop knife yelling
"Hold still, embrace the knife!" and taking another stab, the blade driving into the floor.
"R-r-Russia, calm down, be more gentle with the knife!" Latvia stammered.
"It's not sharp; I need to compensate for that!" he said stabbing again. America was loudly acting out his part while Sealand ran around trying his best to look like a kid. Germany loudly ranted at a cowering about how he should play his part. The vein in England's head bulged as his composure went out the window.
"Bloody hell! You're all a bunch of wankers! Focus!" England shouted stomping his foot on the ground, his face turning red
"Is he angry or exited?" America asked Germany, an underwhelmed look on both of their faces.
"It's impossible to tell with England" Germany replied. "He could be really happy for all we know."