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p style="text-align: center;"strongI made a second chapter since the reviews for the first were lovely as all... existence. (Almost broke my streak of no cursing in it, ermagherd!)/strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Yesterday was hilarious with the sudden influx of panda sneezes, and Russia had a plan to get back at America. How? Helium, too much fizz in his drinkage... or just too much fizz. The Russian was determined in his goal. Embarrass America, as a type of payback. But as he walked to the meeting, nervously biting his lip, he was completely blank for any and all ideas. He wanted to ask someone for help on it, but he realized he was the laughing stock since yesterday./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Opening the meeting doors as quietly as possible, Russia stepped in, glad to see only a few people were present. However, his ears picked up on giggles that obviously didn't come from those sitting at the table, or anywhere in the room. Deciding to play like he never heard, Russia sat down and rested his chin in his palms./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Underneath the table, Hungary and everyone else who was a tad childish decided to pull another prank on Russia before America entered the room. However, Hungary seemed to stiffen when Russia placed a can of helium on the ground, the tall skinny green aluminum can with a handle at the top. Staring and waving her hand to hush everyone, Hungary motioned to Spain to try to steal the helium can. It'd be perfect for the pla-/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Wait, did America just enter? Heads began to snap in their direction, listening quietly as Russia giggled, and grabbed the helium can. Hoisting it to his lap, he squeezed the handle, the freed element already starting to change people's voices./p
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p style="text-align: left;"America pouted childishly, as he was handed an extra fizzy soda. Russia motioned for him to drink it, and then pointed at the table and made a rolling motion with his hands. In a chipmunk-like voice, America questioned him. (Not bothering to be quiet.) "Dude... you want me to drink some soda, flip a table, then say 'Iggy Iggy Izz' like, ten times? Bro. No." A couple of quiet giggles and snorts were heard from underneath the table, just loud enough for America and Russia to hear. Smiling like an idiot, America downed the soda and held his breath./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Backing up to the wall, America got in a running position, then ran at the table and flipped it up while holding his breath. Suddenly spinning around six times, he quickly said in the chipmunk voice "IGGY IGGY IZZZZZZZZZZZZZ- iGGY IGGY IZZ- HIC!" America paused, confused and dizzy. "Did I just-...hic!" Russia began giggling, the high pitched voice somehow managing not drowning out America's super-pitched hiccups./p
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p style="text-align: left;""PAYBACK!" Russia jumped up on his chair, and pointed diligently at America. "PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~ Back!" Waving his finger in the air at the American and speaking in a super high pitched voice didn't help stop the giggles that were starting to turn into full-blown laughter. Russia blushed darkly, since they were mainly laughing at him again and not America. America however, walked up to Russia and spritzed some Lysol and dust into his face.../p
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p style="text-align: left;""Chu!" The tiny sneeze was heard again, and some people passed out from laughing so hard. "CHU!"/p
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p style="text-align: center;"strong|A/N|/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongDon't kill me. I HAD FUN WRITING IT SINCE IT'S ADORRRRRRAAAAAAAAABLEEEEE/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongI made a second chapter since the reviews for the first were lovely as all... existence. (Almost broke my streak of no cursing in it, ermagherd!)/strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Yesterday was hilarious with the sudden influx of panda sneezes, and Russia had a plan to get back at America. How? Helium, too much fizz in his drinkage... or just too much fizz. The Russian was determined in his goal. Embarrass America, as a type of payback. But as he walked to the meeting, nervously biting his lip, he was completely blank for any and all ideas. He wanted to ask someone for help on it, but he realized he was the laughing stock since yesterday./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Opening the meeting doors as quietly as possible, Russia stepped in, glad to see only a few people were present. However, his ears picked up on giggles that obviously didn't come from those sitting at the table, or anywhere in the room. Deciding to play like he never heard, Russia sat down and rested his chin in his palms./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Underneath the table, Hungary and everyone else who was a tad childish decided to pull another prank on Russia before America entered the room. However, Hungary seemed to stiffen when Russia placed a can of helium on the ground, the tall skinny green aluminum can with a handle at the top. Staring and waving her hand to hush everyone, Hungary motioned to Spain to try to steal the helium can. It'd be perfect for the pla-/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Wait, did America just enter? Heads began to snap in their direction, listening quietly as Russia giggled, and grabbed the helium can. Hoisting it to his lap, he squeezed the handle, the freed element already starting to change people's voices./p
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p style="text-align: left;"America pouted childishly, as he was handed an extra fizzy soda. Russia motioned for him to drink it, and then pointed at the table and made a rolling motion with his hands. In a chipmunk-like voice, America questioned him. (Not bothering to be quiet.) "Dude... you want me to drink some soda, flip a table, then say 'Iggy Iggy Izz' like, ten times? Bro. No." A couple of quiet giggles and snorts were heard from underneath the table, just loud enough for America and Russia to hear. Smiling like an idiot, America downed the soda and held his breath./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Backing up to the wall, America got in a running position, then ran at the table and flipped it up while holding his breath. Suddenly spinning around six times, he quickly said in the chipmunk voice "IGGY IGGY IZZZZZZZZZZZZZ- iGGY IGGY IZZ- HIC!" America paused, confused and dizzy. "Did I just-...hic!" Russia began giggling, the high pitched voice somehow managing not drowning out America's super-pitched hiccups./p
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p style="text-align: left;""PAYBACK!" Russia jumped up on his chair, and pointed diligently at America. "PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~ Back!" Waving his finger in the air at the American and speaking in a super high pitched voice didn't help stop the giggles that were starting to turn into full-blown laughter. Russia blushed darkly, since they were mainly laughing at him again and not America. America however, walked up to Russia and spritzed some Lysol and dust into his face.../p
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p style="text-align: left;""Chu!" The tiny sneeze was heard again, and some people passed out from laughing so hard. "CHU!"/p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongDon't kill me. I HAD FUN WRITING IT SINCE IT'S ADORRRRRRAAAAAAAAABLEEEEE/strong/p