DISCLAIMER: I haven't been around enough for them to be mine!
Chapter: wtf are we on? 15?
Plot?
Alfred yawned and sat up in his chair. "So when are we gonna drop 'em?" He asked.
Gilbert frowned. "I don't know...it's too dangerous on the first...I think we should try the fourth." He replied, Feliciano sneered evilly.
"I say we make it rain everyday till they surrender! Have the Allies on the run, 've~!" Alfred and Gilbert looked shocked for a moment, then grinned.
"As you wish." Arthur was innocently cooking. Pfft. He was ruining whatever that small lump if Brown coal food item he was trying to-
"It's a scone, you bloody wanker!" Arthur shouts, waving his fist. Calm down, no one expects anything good out of your cooking.
"That's cruel! Wot if I walked in in Your life and narrated you're ugly!" He shouts. *shrug* I am ugly...but I get paid for it. *winks*
"You're impossible!" Stop breaking the fourth wall, dammit!
"Fine." He rolled his eyes and went back to, erm, 'cooking'. With a flip of the birdie, he stirred and rolled and burned and destroyed whatever he was making. France happened to walk by and shudder.
"Mi`a`me, someone rescue that kitchen..." He muttered as he passed Japan and a fuming pink China. Francis didn't make a smart remark and simply continued until he ran into Germany.
"Ludwig! Hey...have you seen Ivan?" He suddenly found that he hadn't seen the bid Red nation in a week. Ludwig blinked.
"Uh...noh, I hefen't." He replied. Francis shook his head.
"Axis...come on, we must rescue him, no?"
"I vant to say noh.." Ludwig muttered as they began to search the house. Feliciano smirked.
"Drop them, ve." Alfred pushed the button. The house was filled with screams.
Italy watched the cataclysm with shining eyes, steepleing his fingers behind the screens.
"Excellent."
A/n: Hai guys! I know, I know, it has been FOREVER. In my own defence, I was grounded for four months months and only just now got this stupid thing to work! Bear with me!