Act I Scene II
Lithuania: So Petruchio enters with his servant Grumio.
America: Why am I the servant? I'm a world superpower!
Spain: I get to order America around? Cool!
Lithuania: sigh
Petruchio looked at the house in front of him, "I think this is my best friend Hortensio's house. Grumio, knock."
"You want me to punch someone?" asked the American. His blue eyes widened behind his glasses.
"I'm telling you to make a fist and pound!" Petruchio seemed to enjoy being the angry jerk for a change. Spain was usually so clueless about everything so he enjoyed having the upper hand.
"Um, I don't think I should punch you dude. I might hurt you. I dragged England's car around for two hours once…"
"We're at the gate now put your fists to work!" demanded the Spainard.
"Dude, you're being difficult, why should I hit you?"
"Moron, you really are dumb aren't you!" Petruchio seemed to hesitate before he grabbed the ears of the taller man.
"Ack dude not cool! Help!" he shook his dirty blonde head in an attempt to make him let go. Suddenly he paused, 'Wait, I'm the hero. Why am I asking for help? Hero's don't ask for help!
*TO BE CONTINUED*