Chapter 12

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~~Herbal tea place~~

Bella: *drinks tea* You make it better Japan

Japan: Thank you, but you have to admit this isn't horribre

Bella: I rike yours better

Japan: *stares at me*

Bella: Oh cripes, I got an accent from your prace

Japan: It seems to me that you pick up accents very quikry

Bella: It sure rooks that way.

Japan: We shourd probabry get back. We don't want them to freak out.

Bella: I agree. *gets up from seat and walks out*

Japan: *follows out*

~~At the Meeting~~

America: Food Fight! *throws Pasta at England

England: What in Bloody Hell was that for? *throws back at America*

America: *dodges it* That was a horrible throw!

France: *gets hit in the face with pasta while flirting* That is not acceptable *throws pasta at England*

England: *ducks out of the way*

Germany: *gets hit in the back of his head with pasta* Dunkof! *throws pasta at France*

France: *moves to a side*

Austria: *gets hit square in the chest* Dat is not very nice! *throws pasta at Germany, but totally misses hitting Denmark*

Denmark: *drunk* Why'd ya hif meh? *throws pasta at Austria but drops it mid swing hitting Prussia*

//food fight continues//

Japan+Bella: *walk in right as Russia gets hit with pasta*

Japan: maybe this isn't such a good time to wark in

Bella: uh huh

Russia: *dark aura* I think someone is about to be killed.

Japan: everyone's covered with noodres *looks over to where Iceland is perched on a shelve* arr exept for  Icerand for some reason.

Iceland: *spots us* Hey, why aren't you guys covered in pasta?

Japan: We went to get some tea whire you guys were arr fighting. Why aren't you covered with nooders?

Iceland: I hid, and I also stayed out of it.

Russia: Klok klok klok klok klok

Bella: I'll take take care of Russia *sneak attacks from behind* Hetalia!

Russia: Hetalia? *shoves to corner*

Bella: Forget i said anything *gets up and takes dagger out* You wana calm down?

Russia: The dain hit me in the face with Pasta *steps back as Italy eats the pasta off the floor*

Bella: Ok that's just nasty! *points at Italy*

Italy: But the pasta is so-a yummy! ~ve~ Come-a join me!

Japan: You courdn't possibry be considering it.

Bella: I'm not *spins around and stabs Russia 50 times in the stomach, slashes spine, and slits thought*

Russia: *hits me on the head with a crow bar, and watches me pass out* I want some vodka *blood dripping down coat*

Japan: *freaks out* Berra you'rr kirr him! *gives me a medicine to wake up*

Bella: He'll be fine, now about a certain dain *turns to Denmark who is hiding under table*

Denmark: Welcome to Denmark, how may i help you?

Bella: We're going home. Everyone else! Work on your part in the party! We have two days! the party is on Wednesday!

Denmark: I'm sorry, I can not help you with that request. Would you like to make a different one?

Norway: Let's go *drags Denmark to the car*

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