International (Hetalia fanfic)

What the heck is the BTT!?

Just a quick comment readers. I. Love. Spain! That is all. Oh, also, France is a perv, and, Prussia is AWESOME... not as awesome as me though...

Prussia: NO ONE IS MORE AWESOME THAN ME!!!!

Me: Well... I am

Prussia: No way in hell would YOU be more awesome ME!

Me: I am going to go to the story now! Prussia, I suggest you leve before I kick you out and never put you in my story *Evil Glare*

Prussia: As if you could kick the awesome me out, I am WAY too awesome for you to do that

Me: *Pulls out frying pan form nowhere* Just you watch me! now, don't make me get Hungry to help me...

Prussia: OK OK! I am leaving! Don't hit me, PLEASE! *Mutters* Your being totally unawesome!

Me: That's what I thought! Now, BACK TO LE STORY!

(( *sweat drop* Jesus Christ! What the hell goes throught my mind when I write this stuff...))

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I was playing Al's video games, specifically assassins creed, when I heard Al shout, "Hey, Danny, I have to run to the store and grab some things, wanna come?" He shouts from, what I guess, is the conference room.

"Yeah, sure, let me finish this mission first!" I shout back

"Mission? Are you playing my video games?" He asked while walking into the room where I was playing assassins creed on a huge flat screen.

"Yeah, and I am really good!"

"Yeah, you are. Anyway, I am leaving now if your coming."

"Fine," I paused the game and grabbed my black jacket that was hanging on the back of a chair, "Ready when you are, Al."

"Ok, let's go," me and Al walked out the front door and went to the Ford F-150.

"Can I drive again?"

"No," he simply replied, smiling

"Aw, why not?" I asked while putting on the best puppy face I could do.

"It's my car, I can drive it if I wanna"

"Meanie, I never get to drive a nice car, I usually ride my skate bored everywhere, I cant afford a nice car," maybe I could use the guilt card to get him to let me drive....

"No," I guess he doesn't fall for the guilt tick. So we stated diving to the local super market. We stopped at a stop light and I saw an other totally bad-ass car pull up next to us. It was a yellow convertible with black flames spray painted on the side, and the word 'BTT'. What the hell is BTT? Anyway, it was awesome. The hood was down, so I could see the people in it. There were 3 guys, the one driving had Snow White hair, crimson red eyes, and a small yellow bird sitting on his shoulder. the one sitting next to him had shoulder-length blond hair with blue eyes. lastly, the one in the back seat had dark brown hair, bright green eyes, a nice tan, and a huge smile, in other words, he was hot.

The one driving looked over at us, noticed Al, then shouted, "Hey 'Mercia vas up?"

Al looked slightly irritated, "Hey Gilbert," me muttered under his breath

I was extremely bored, so, I decided to talk with them, "What am I, chopped liver? America isn't the only one is this car!" Ok, so, it was more like shouting at them.

The one with the blond hair leaned over his friend, supposedly named Gilbert, and said back to me, "Of course he isn't the only one in the car, how could anyone miss your beauty, mon amie." I knew enough French to know that he just called me 'my love'... Ew!