Chapter 7, Food Fight
I suppose your wondering what happened to Prussia that day. I'll tell you this, it was not pretty.Well, what happened you ask?...Fine, I'll tell you what happened that day.
England and London dragged Prussia to one of the private rooms, London was currently nibbling on a blue a blue berry scone that the currently cursed captial had brought.
"So yow 'hink yow ken gi' away wi'h tha hmm?" said England. He kicked Prussia in his, ahem, vital regions which caused the poor albino to drop to the ground withering in pain. London nodded, then paused taking a look at the other scone he had originally saved for England. He smirked, causing the albino on the floor to pale as he looked up. Fun fact: Durring England's (and London's) pirate years the duo became more used to using torture as a way to get information. This in turn causing the two to have no choice and eventually started enjoying have their enemies tortured. In other words, they're down right masochist. This eventually died down after the pirate era, but they still find it enjoyable to see their enemies (namely France) wither before them in pain. Especially when put in a bad mood. So when you see England, and now London, smirk anything similar to a pirate smirk you run. Like every thing bad and evil on this earth and bellow it was after you.
unfortunately, Prussia does not currently have the luxury to run for his life because of his "5 meters". 'It's alright, the worst these unawesome people can do is cut it off. Right?', thought Prussia. Oh how wrong he was.
"Albion," London said taking the extra blueberry scone, "You don't mind if I use this for another purpose do you?"
"No, Will why?"
"Make sure he doesn't move an inch" England complied, knowing what London was going to do. Thanks to their ever so useful mind link. London kneeled down behind Prussia and took of his pants.
This is the part if I ask you if you really want to read this, if so carry on. If not I suggest you skip forward a little bit until you see Present Day:
London pulled down Prussia's underwear, and shoved the scone up his ass.
Prussia's loud scream followed.
I'll tell you this, if London threatens that he will shove something up someone's ass he means business. He threatened to do that to all of the other Celtic brothers, and when they thought it was a harmless insult they told him to shove it.
London went outside and took four rocks that were in the garden, and took a roll of ducktape from the supply cabinet. Mind you these rocks were the size of a mans fist, which is the same size as that scone. He put duck tape on the four brothers' mouth's, and well. He shoved it. All this happened while England was drinking tea while trying to calm down his nerves.
Yes, these two representations of England are far more scarier than the devil himself.
Present Day:
England and London were back to normal as they sat calmly in there seats with the other Celtic brothers who were sitting very uncomfortably along with Prussia, who was sitting by Germany. The other nations noticed that they were all awfully quiet through out the first few minutes of the meeting. Not one uttered a word, or an insult. On the other hand, the two twin English brothers were having a ghost of a smirk on their faces.
"Ah brothers may we leave for the rest of the meeting?" asked Wales, who was still pale from the, er experience. The two nodded still cheerful, and the four brothers exited the room awkwardly without another word. Prussia got up and followed them wordlessly, while exiting the same way they had. Just the America had bursted into the room,
"THE HERO'S HERE!- OMF!" he tripped over something of the sort and threw his doughnuts at Romano, who had not seen a thing untill a flying sprinkle covered jelly doughnut smacked him in the face.
"WHAT THE? BASTARDO!" he though a tomato who ended up on France, who threw a piece of cake and hit China, who took some of his fried rice he was going to have for lunch and ended up hitting Switzerland, who threw cheese and ended up throwing it at Japan, who threw sushi and ended up hitting Italy, who threw pasta at Germany, who threw wurst at Spain, who threw churros at England, who promptly ducked. In the words of America,
"FOOD FIGHT!" Well, more like the international war of food. London, decided on just winning everything since, well. This is the capital of the former empire that almost ruled the world. London leaned towards England,
"Can we make some of those burned scones of yours?" England smiled evilly,
"Oh but of course". They had made hundreds of burned scones and threw it at every one without being seen. Everyone screamed and bolted out of the meeting room. Leaving the two brothers laughing their arse off and cleaning up the meeting room with the help of their friends and a little magic. Basically fantashia scene. Content on going home and resting.
Too bad they were going to have an unexpected visitor that evening.
Now, thanks to the various cases of being overrun by several enemies London isn't exactly the most sanest person in the world. On the other hand this is Jack the Ripper mixed with Sherlock Holmes we're talking about here.
"EEEEENNNNNNGGGGGLLLLLLLAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDD " England sighed, after all these years England has known London he hasn't change the loud voice he gets whenever he was bored. Well, America ha to get his loud voice somewhere.
"What is it Will?"
"I'm bored" This time he said so quietly that England could barely hear him, a trait he shares with Canada. Dear lord.
"Go read something then"
"But if I do that, the other nations will come in exactly 15 minutes from now and then my book would be intterupted-"
"Wait, WHAT?!"
"In exactly 15 minutes from now, the nations would be knocking at the door. Make that 12 minutes"
"How did you even know this?"
"The other nations were discussing to come over to our house to apologize for their behavior at the meeting with the food war and all, though most seemed reluctant they did seem to accept that their act was childish and un-sophisticated. Those namely being Austria, Romano, France and so on. There for measuring the amount of time the nations take to get from their homes to London, our home, making the amount of time being...around 10 minutes from now. Then before you ask I did check their Hotel reservations they all did leave, making the time accurate and yes most of the nations involved in the war of food are the ones coming. I also already checked their travel schedules so it's confirmed that their all taking 1st class planes, making the time considerately shorter and judging by the amount of time it takes to get from their homes to London so it makes it...4 minutes and judging their behavior on the matter they will be waiting by the door arguing whether they would knock now or wait Untill tomarrow"
"...How did you- never mind you used your hacking skills that you gained in trying to get back at America for calling me a 'crazy wack-job' diidn't you".
"Yes I did. Now, 4, 3, 2, 1" Three loud knocks followed,
"YO IGGY!"
"TEA BASTARD!" We groaned, so speaks the prodigy.
"You, want me to take care of them?" Yes one of those rare times where the personafaction of Great Britan and Northern Ireland really wanted someone to take over his work.
"Yeah..."
"Alright" They switched and London (in England's body left to deal with the other countries. He sighed and sat down to drink tea, faintly he heard London talkng with the other nations.
"Yes yes, I understand that one thing can leave to another. There's no need to come and apologies to me"
"Yeah but okay, that wasn't what I was here for" said America. England stopped drinking his tea, it wasn't?
"Then what?"
"Iggy, I...totally think that your bro's hot" It was a good thing England stopped drink and drank what was the tea, because he would have spat out his tea.
"Yes perhaps youand London-san can come visit me?"
"Hey, Fretello and I was going to ask the same thing bastards!"
"Kolkolkolkol you'll both become one with me da?"
"I would like to invite you both for tea..." Dear lord even Austria?! Well at least him and Japan were the only ones polite about it..., England thought.
"I er, excuse me I think I left the tea on the stove do wait a moment" He heard him close the door, and come waling ing in fron of England.
"Albion, we are in trouble" They switched back and England saw London grab his backpack, and opened the door again.
"Yes terriblly sorry, my brother and I have receeved a call from an old freind and he seems to require some assistance so I'm afraid we must leave for the week" England grabbed his own backpack and got out the door the same time London got out with a face of total seriousness.
"Thank god we are very good at acting" England muttered to London as they got in the car.
"The second we get to Sherlock's house we ditch this and change our outfits. Then hope that America doesn't use his CIA, and Romano not use his Mafia, actually for that we call you-know-who so he'll take care of that..." London muttered some more plans.
"William maybe we're overreacting on this..."
"Arthur, we have the world after us. If they really want to get their hands on our arse, they have to get through our Punk, Detective, and Spy mode first" he said driving to 221b. I nodded,
"Let the hunt begin". Seriously after over a thousand years of war you really think that they would surrender their hearts freely? Hell no.
There you go, I hope your happy because I stayed up worried about his. Later, and many thanks. Fav and review, or follow whatever floats your boat. Good night.