It's the Middle Eastern Gang!
England and Italy walked down the hallway of the world meeting building.
"So, Italy, I want you to help me out with my cooking," England whispered in a hushed tone.
"Sure thing!" Italy exclaimed loudly.
England brought his fingers up to his lips. "You're being way too loud!" He hissed.
The two stopped when they saw a man in front of them. He was tall, had curly brown hair and wore a black kippah hat.
"Hey, if it isn't Israel," England said.
Israel turned around; his intelligent eyes shined through his glasses. "England, it's been a long time," He replied.
"Hey Israel!" Italy jumped onto Israel, who caught him with his arms.
"Yo, Italy. Nice to see you haven't changed at all," He said while trying to push Italy off of him.
"Since when did you two know each other?" England asked, clearly puzzled by their interaction.
Italy got off of Israel. "Hehe, to tell you the truth. We've known each other for quite some time. We met around the time of WW2," He explained.
Israel nodded. "Yup. Before I was independent, I was looking for alternative ways to become a nation. And so I found Italy, an enemy of yours. And he was quite interested in me," He added, "I was willing to become a fascist ally of his, and I even sent messages to Germany, who I'm positive just ignored me, what a jerk…"
"How...how come I never knew about this before?" England demanded.
Israel shrugged. "I guess I'm just the best at keeping secrets," He whispered.
Israel and Germany sat in Israel's study.
"How have things been for you?" Germany asked.
"Good, good. It's been pretty well," Israel replied, "Well, except for…"
"For what?" Germany leaned close.
Israel sighed. "5...4...3…" He began to count down, "2...1…"
After he counted down there was a sudden loud boom, and the entire building shook violently. From the window behind Israel a building in the city collapsed, and a great cloud of brown dust rose up into the sky.
Israel sighed again as he stood up. He walked over to the window. "This why we can't have nice things!" He screamed as he slammed his fists against the wall, to Germany's shock.
"What?" Germany said nervously.
"Damn Palestine," Israel muttered, "That asshole is doing shit much more recently. He blows a building up, I fix it. After that, he blows another building up. And so the cycle continues. It's harassment!" He shouted.
Germany gulped. "Okay then," He whispered.
A man was just lounging outside his house. He was Middle Eastern, and had a scruffy beard as well as several scars across his face. He wore a dirty military uniform, which was torn in a few places. He was just minding his own business, sitting by himself. But of course that wasn't going to last.
He groaned when he heard the rotors of a helicopter from above, and his eyes widened when he heard a loud thump from his roof. After a hearing something roll down his roof, America jumped down from above.
"Hey Syria!" He exclaimed.
Syria rolled his eyes. "What do you want?" He asked, "Wait a second, how did you figure out where I live?" He demanded.
"Drones!" America replied cheerfully, "I've come to give you freedom and liberty, American style!"
Syria shook his head. "No thanks, I don't need it. Your freedom is not worth my stability," He growled.
America cocked his head. "Ah, come on. Do you want me to use force? I can't let a country oppress its own people," He grinned.
Syria stood up, now furious with this intruder. "You were the one that made all those damn rebels, and I have to clean it all up! It's thanks to you I'm in pain everyday!" He hollered.
Then they both turned as they heard the honk of a horn. There was a car speeding towards them at high speed.
The car screeched to a halt, and out came Russia, Belarus and a reluctant-looking Ukraine.
"Hey, Syria. How is everything?" Russia happily asked.
Syria made a angry growling noise. "How the hell did you find my house?" He grumbled.
"Drones!" Russia proudly exclaimed.
Syria's eye twitched. "Sons of bitches…" He muttered underneath his breath.
"I don't think you should be here, America," Russia stepped right up to America, who laughed.
"Hey Russia, I wouldn't be here if you weren't meddling in other countries," America laughed.
Russia smirked. "There's nothing wrong with helping out an ally," He replied.
"You're just here to manipulate other countries for your own goals," America said.
"Same for you," Russia retorted.
Ukraine walked up to Syria. "I'm sorry sweetie," She apologized.
Syria sighed. "It's been like this for a few years now, I can't even care anymore," He muttered.
Israel and America stood outside, talking to each other.
"You know, I really gotta thank you for finally acknowledge Jerusalem as my capital," Israel said.
America laughed. "It's fine. It already kind of was beforehand," He replied.
"Well, I gotta do something for my best buddy," Israel chuckled, before looking around America. "Well, look who it is, Jerusalem!" He shouted.
A beautiful woman with long hair walked over. "Hm? What is it?" She asked.
America whistled. "Lookin good there," He said.
Jerusalem blushed. "Ah, you think so?" She asked, twirling around. "This is a new dress of mine."
"So how do you like being my capital?" Israel put a hand on jerusalem's shoulder.
Jerusalem turned red. "I'm, I'm a virgin…" She whispered.
Israel and America looked at each other.
"Come again?" Israel asked.
"I'm a virgin, so please be gentle with me," Jerusalem mumbled, turning her face away from Israel.
"What! What are you talking about? That-that has nothing to do with anything!" Israel shouted, completely bewildered. "I asked to you about being my capital!"
"I have a small body!" Jerusalem cried.
"What are you talking about?" Israel put his hands above his head.
"Hands off her!" Suddenly a girl in a hijab grabbed Jerusalem from behind. "She's mine!"
"Jordan," Israel growled, "Get away from her. She's mine!" He grabbed jerusalem's from the front. They began a tug of war with Jerusalem.
"She's mine!"
"No, she is mine!"
"She was originally mine, thief!"
"You practically gave it to me!"
Jerusalem stood in the middle, looking at America for help. America slowly stepped back, not wanting to get involved.
Israel, England and France walked down the relatively empty street.
"Huh, so you've been through some crap," England said.
Israel nodded. "Yeah, but I'm managing pretty well," He answered.
"That's good to hear," France remarked.
"Hey, Israel!" The three turned around to see a bunch of countries standing behind them.
"Israel you bastard, get out of here!" Lebanon shouted.
Israel grinned. "Shut up, you piece of shit!" He called back.
"What the hell is that?" England demanded.
Lebanon smirked. "We're the "We hate Israel" club. We got Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine, Iran, myself and other countries in our club. It's one of the most popular clubs out there!" He explained.
Jordan unfurled a flag. "Hey, we made a new flag, how is it?" She asked. It was an exact replica of the Israeli flag, except a star and crescent had penetrated through the middle of the star of David.
"It's great! I love the aesthetic!" Israel hollered.
"Thanks! We're gonna destroy everything you love and care about!" Syria yelled.
"Did you all forget about Yom Kippur?" Israel shouted back. He turned around to look at France and England. "We have fun here," He said.
France shuddered. "Is this what the children grew up to be?" He exclaimed, "They've become so scary!"