AmeriPan One-Shots

My Perfect Nation (2p! AmeriPan)

Every day was the same for Kuro Honda. Go to meetings, eat, argue, fail missions, and repeat the whole day over again.

Luciano Vargas had promised that once he got ahold of the 'ones-who-will-not-be-named's world, they would all have a better life.

Until then, their schedule would repeat and everything would stay the same. But Kuro didn't care for a change. He wasn't like the other nations, who so viciously wanted power over their [counterpart's] world.

In fact, Kuro couldn't care less for change. What could he want more? His country was about the most powerful nation out of all, and it had just the desired amount of chaos, infestation, plagues, and destruction.

It wasn't like the others, who excessively had all those, at least. All they really wanted was control over more people. Thats why they wanted the opposite realm. Their populations were declining at a worrying rate.

But not Kuro's country.

Actually, Kuro's Japanese nation was the only perfect nation, according to Kuro. He thought it was the only normal and controlled one. His above all others.

          The next meeting was about to begin. Kuro sat in his usual spot, between Luciano Vargas (the personification of northern Italy) and Allen Jones (the personification of America).

Allen Jones sat with his feet on the table, and his baseball bat hanging behind his back. Kuro was distributed at the informality, and chose to ignore it. But he couldn't. He couldn't ignore the nation that had stolen his heart.

"Ey, Kuro." Allen greeted. Kuro scoffed. "Aw come on! Don't be such a party pooper!"

"You sicken me." Kuro replied coldly.

"Well, thanks for your honestly." Allen sarcastically replied as he rolled his eyes.

A tall man with messy blonde hair walked in. He had an absolutely terrible posture, and smelled like tobacco.

"No smoking in the meeting room." Kuro spat. The man took his cigarette out of his mouth to flip Kuro off.

"Speaking o' that, oi, François, mind sharing me a cig?" Allen asked as he reached his hand out. François scoffed and tossed Allen a cigarette. "Thanks, old man."

Allen lit up his cigarette and brought it to his mouth. Kuro looked away, trying to ignore the smoking nation.

The whole room was starting to get crowded, which meant that the arguments were just beginning. This frustrated Kuro.

All the countries started bickering and throwing things all the way across the room. It was chaos as usual. And the chaos was always broken by someone.

The door slammed shut loudly, and a familiar figure stepped in.

"Ey, everyone, shut up!" He yelled. Luciano Vargas. How Kuro hated him. "Today we will be discussing a new plan on trying to get into the [1p's] world!"

"Careful there, Luci, you almost said the word that the you told us not to ever say!" Flavio Vargas cooed. Falvio was Luciano's older brother.

"Don't call me that! Next person who does gets their head blown to bits with my gun!" Luciano yelled. Everyone quieted down.

     "Very well then. We shall begin."

"Attendance call, now! Lutz Beilshmidt?"

"Here."