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Who knows how it started? No one, not really. One side is led by England and the other is lead by France. What love fest could it be over this time?

((Woot woot! We should RPPPPP! Anyone, anyone...? Hmmm?))

((ESSEX FIGHTIN' FER IGGY! CANADA'S TRYIN TA STAY NEUTRAL, SEALAND HAS TO STAY AT HOME, ITALY IS ON WHOEVER'S SIDE HAS GERMANY AND JAPAN))

((PLEASE MOVE YOUR CHATS ELSEWHERE. I DONT LIKE SPAM > . < I know, you'll kill me later.))

((Chim is England, right?))

((How should I begin with France...?))

((UHHH... I DUNNO. MAYBE HE TOUCHES HIM INAPROPRETLY? I DON'T MIND WHAT YOU WANT TO DO. MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE BESIDES THEM JUST RANDOMLY DECLARED IT. (oops, sorry for the caps XD))

France was at his home, going through his closet in search of the best outfit to impress England. He hoped he would keep by his word; they had some discussing to do. But, thats not all France wanted from his beloved Britain. "Oh, zis shall do! I look gorgeous, as always!" He mumbled to his reflection as he teased his hair with his hand

((.............................so the war starts because of FrUK?
do they get in a war over who tops or somthing? O_o))

((LOL!))

((LOL!))

((well.....or is the war like, unresolved sexual tension?
i'm just asking))

((XDDD I dunno why it has to be France Vs. England. It should be like America vs. England instead! XDDD))

((Thats been done before! Just someone RP!))

((It has? O.o))

O'Ahu yawned. Today she'd be at the meeting. AGAIN. No one ever payed her attention, and she never got any say in any matter.

((Revolutionary war!))

((Oh, right XD STUPID. *headdesks* And I liv in america. ))

Hungary stepped outside, gun and pan in hand.

Italy ran right past her, screaming and wailing as Germany yelled at him to sit down and be orderly.

Hungary laughed a little, calming down. "Still always running?" She asked Germany, wishing she could go and protect him. But, he didn't live with her and Austria anymore and Germany probably would get mad. It was easy to anger him.

Germany huffed,"Yes yes... he is alwas running. He should puut it to good use, doing drills or someething…"

Italy kept screaming and running around.

"I doubt he ever will." She turned to Italy. "Italy, whoever you were running from is gone." She almost sat England, but she wasn't sure.

Italy stopped and turned to give Hungary a quizzical look. "HUNGARY!" he yelled and attacked her with a hug.

"Hello, Italy." Hungary greeted, hugging back. "Been awhile."

"Yes!" Italy exclaimed.

Germany grunted and folded his arms across his chest.

Hungary slipped her weapons away, forgetting she had them out. "Maybe we can practice some fighting moves with Germany."

Italy frowned for a second, and then lit up like a firecracker,"As long as you are in charge!"

"Of course I am." Hungary grinned, stepping towards Germany. She had a few things in mind...

Germany raised his eyes to meet her," How can I help you?"

"Well." Hungary started, "Italy needs to learn how to REALLY thrown a grenade." She crossed her arms. "You sucked at teaching him."

Germany rose defiantly,"Not so, Hungary!"

"Oh, but you did." Hungary glanced over at Italy, feeling maybe she needed to take all of his training into her own hands.

Germany gave her and icy glare, now towering over her. "I doubt this. We shall settle thos elsewhere. You can see how unbelievably ridiculous he is."

Italy stood a distance awsy, singing to himself.

Hungary glared up at him. She hated actually being a girl sometimes. If she was a guy, she could taller than this asshole. "It'll be easy to undo your damage."

Germany glowered and stomped out of the room, grabbing Italy by the hand and dragging him out while he sang.

"Hey!" Hungary was quick to follow. "Get your hand off Italy before I MAKE you." She wasn't a big fan of the German man, and this was the perfect excuse to hit him.

Germany ignored her and dragged Italy outside with him. Italy was fine. He kept singing to himself.

Hungary pulled out her frying pan and hit Germany upside the head with it. She was tired of being ignored by these idiots.

Germany growled and turned around and was about to slug her, but Italy let out a screech, "Not nice!! Don't hurt eachother" And with that statement, the sensitive Italian started bawling.

"It wasn't really hurting him." Hungary said. "A frying pan the head barely hurts, right Germany?" She hits him again. "See? He doesn't mind."

"No but it is extremely irritating," he growled.

"I don't care." Hungary told him cheerfully. It was true. She honestly gave no fucks. But, what did he expect? He made pissed her off.

Italy started to cry," STOP!"

Hungary sighed. "Listen," Hungary started,"Germany is beong and asshole, and I need to tell him something important."

Italy sulked.

Hungary rolled her eyes and put her frying pan away. "There," She started, "look, it's gone.. better?"

Italy nodded,"YEP!"

"Good." Hungary loved him, but she hated how she couldn't hit ANYONE near him.

Germany let go of Italy.

"Much better." Hungary said. "Now, back to business."

Germany looked at her.