Hetalia- have you seen that video?

The beginning

This was all America's fault. Even if it wasn't totally obvious, it was still most likely his fault. How else could this have happened?

England thought about this as he drifted back to the world of the living, sitting in a comfortable seat with a huge headache. He didn't drink last night (at least he didn't think he did), so why did his head pound like the world's worst hangover?

Looking around, he noticed some other nations waking up, in what looked like the same state as he was in. Bloody hell, that meant no one would know any more then he did about their situation.

He studied the room the best he could with there being a bloody party that was taking place in his head. To the right, there was a big screen with rows of comfortable seats facing it. A table to the side had empty plates on them and no food in site. There weren't any windows and there were 2 doors, one labeled bathroom and the other probably the exit.

The walls were beige and everything looked quite plain. The doors were metal and so was the table.

"How did we get here?" Asked a dazed American voice.

"If I knew, would I still be here, you git?" Was England's answer.

The other nations were waking up as well, all as equally confused as England has been when he first woke. They were sitting up and the noise level was starting to rise to an unbearable level.

"Where are we?"

"What am i doing here?"

"Get off, Anko!"

"Shut up, Prussia!"

"Kesesese..."

"Ohonhonhon..."

"ENOUGH!" A thick German accent cut through the ruckus, effectively silencing every nation gathered. "We may not know why we are here, how we got here or when, but we are not going to solve anything by trying to find out who is the loudest! Now this is going to go like our meeting, where to make a plan or raise a point, raise your hand in a way that does not mock my country's past!"

Everyone was silenced. England let his eyes wonder while everyone was racking their (for some nonexistant) brains for some sort of idea. His eyes fell on the screen.

A message was there that hadn't been there before.

England's hand shot up, a fraction too late.

"Germany recognizes America. What is your idea?"

"I say we bulid a bioengeneered hero to break us out of here, I give you..."

"Shut up, you twat. You heros never work anyway. If one of you wankers actually bothered to look at your surrounding, you might have noticed the message on that screen, idiots."

The whole world turned to look at the screen and their eyes widened. Bloody idiots, all of them, England thought.

"~Vee, Germany, Germany can I read it? Please, please please..."

"Yes okay, Italy. Go ahead."

"~Vee, thank you Germany! I will make pasta for you later as a thank you! ~Vee, the message says:

DEAR NATIONS (AND PRUSSIA)"

"Hey! Prussia is still a nation and the most awesome one at that-"

BANG.

"Don't hit me, woman!"

"Please continue Ita-chan." Said Hungary smiling sweetly at Italy even though she was still holding her trusty frying pan threatingly.

"YOU HAVE BEEN BROUGHT HERE TO BETTER UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER AND POSSIBLY GET SOMETHING DONE FOR ONCE IN A LIFETIME. SOME THINGS HAVE TO BE DONE BEFORE WE ALL GO TO WW3. AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER, THAN TO WATCH CLIPS OF YOUR PAST? AFTERALL, WE LEARN FROM OUR PAST MISTAKES AND THE MISTAKES OF OTHERS. SIGNED, B.M. P.S. LAUGHTER IS GOOD FOR THE HEART."

"So wait we are going to see out past? What if we don't want to?" Asked England. He didn't want everyone to see some of his less high moment.

"Then you are going to have to suck it up, aru."

England wished this was just a really bad hangover. Anything over this torture.