Spain shifted on the conference room rafters, there was a bucket full of rotten tomatoes within arm's reach and he eyed them with suspicion.
He hadn't come up with this plan; he had just provided the tomatoes. Out of the trio he had never been the malicious one, but France and Prussia had some people to get back at and Spain wasn't going to stand in there way, in fact, he was more than willing to help. Austria and England weren't his favorite people.
He glanced towards Prussia and the two exchanged a friendly smile. Spain cherished this, having two best friends, the way they could communicated with nothing but their eyes. It was all so perfect, and he loved that.
The doors gave a loud ominous creak, and Spain pulled away from his thoughts to look. There were the two gentlemen the trio was waiting for, shuffling in side-by-side in very neat suits, as they held an ever so dull conversation about tea and crumpets.
Suddenly something whizzed through the air and stopped with a loud splat. Spain gave a bewildered look at a grinning France, only to look back and see England's starchy white button down drenched in a dark red juice that could only be a tomato.
Another tomato whooshed past Spain as it hurtled toward Austria; now all Spain could think to do is join in on the fun.
The trio spent the next fifteen minutes pelting the other two men with rotten tomatoes, while the unfortunate duo tried desperately to get away. Then Germany walked in.
"WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" the German man looked rather irritated, but then again he always did, so the trio just smiled.
After a few seconds Germany calmed down and continued in a more composed manner. "Sigh* what are you three doing up in the rafters? Get down from there." His voice was gruff and stern, it made a mismatched counterpart to the quizzical frown that he was directing toured the ceiling.
Prussia was the first of the friends to speak up "well you see brother, being in the rafters means that we have a better angle of attack, maybe you could learn something, like how to win wars. Oh, and brother, we haven't run out of tomatoes yet." And with that Prussia grabbed onto his bucket of tomatoes and dumped it all down straight on top of Germany.
The rest of the nations all turned to the Prussian with rather shocked expressions. Spain was rather astounded by the whole situation; did he just do that to Germany, of all people?
The main culprit however seemed to take it in stride. "Kesesese, I am awesome Prussia and I am more awesome than you!" then before anyone could respond he swung down from the rafters. France and Spain followed his lead, they couldn't think what else to do.
As soon as their feet hit the floor Germany grabbed onto their arms and marched them out the door. He looked absolutely furious and the tomato juice covering his face only amplified the effect.
"You three will stay out here until you are needed in the meeting room. Understood?" The trio nodded, and with their confirmation he walked away and slammed the door behind him.
Before he could stop himself Spain broke out in giggles, not caring about the day's earlier events. "D-does h-he thinks t-his is pu- punishment?" at that Prussia and Spain started laughing with him.
"I know, i-it's like h-he th-thinks meetings are f-fun!" Prussia gasped as he clutched his side. The three of them were rolling on the ground now and the other nations passing by were giving them some funny looks, but they didn't care.
"W-we'll just get i-n to m-more t-trouble th-this way," chortled France. They were laughing and smiling, and somewhere, in the back of his mind, Spain knew this was the most fun they would ever have at a world meeting. But that didn't matter, it was still wonderful.
AN: THE END! i really hope you enjoyed this.
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