Gits and Shiggles - England x Prankster!Reader
Involves pretty mean acts.
~GS~
You were (c/n), a female country with extremely high level technology, having access to gadgets other countries couldn't dream of. Sadly, you used all your technology for pranks. You were known amongst the countries for your mean, yet hilarious pranks. England had always noticed you from afar, and saw not a prankster, but a beautiful lady who needed reform. He brought it upon himself to try to make you more lady-like, but often ended up being dragged into your pranks unwillingly. Even though neither of you knew it, England loved you. He wanted to prevent you from hurting yourself, but he often helped you do so.
~GS~
Reader POV
"Why are we doing this again?" England whispered to you. "For the gits and shiggles, now be quiet." you whispered back. Currently, you two were crouching in a bush outside Mr. Polish in Pink's house. You saw the light in his bedroom turn off and set into motion. "Come on, he's going to bed!" you whisper-shouted to the Brit. "Coming, coming!" he mimicked your motions and followed you to the side door. You pulled out your trusty lock breaker and did your magic. England sighed. "Try not to break everything, okay?" he mumbled, irritated. The only reason England was here was because he had feelings for you. Otherwise, he wouldn't associate himself AT ALL with people like you. Pranksters. Sneaking inside quietly, you flipped on the switch in his kitchen and began creating a minefield. A colorful minefield. Each of the mines contained a sticky and colorful powder, each a different color. Finishing off, you danced like a secret agent through the field. England wasn't as graceful, but he didn't set any of the mines off, thank God. You two snuck upstairs and into Poland's bathroom. When inside, you grabbed every bottle of liquid and filled it with sticky pink powder. When it eventually turned the entire substance pink, it became super sticky as well. You placed a few mines more for good measure. Flipping off lights as you went, the two of you even snuck into Poland's bedroom, where Pretty Princess laid, sleeping. Surrounding the bed with powder mines, you also squirted some of the pink shower gel you brought all over the clothes he planned to wear to the World Meeting the following day. You pulled a bucket full of pink bleach out from behind your back and dumped the white shirt into it. You pulled it out and placed it where you found it. "How the hell are we getting out of here? You mined the entire place!" England angrily whispered at you. "Shut up." you mumbled, sliding open Poland's bedroom window. "Wha- We're on the second floor! We can't jump!" "Yes, we can. I brought a rope." A rope appeared on your shoulders. You tied the rope to the windowsill and threw it to the ground below. England glared at you silently and began climbing down. When it was your turn to go down, you closed the window and slid down to the bottom, scorching your hands in the process. You hissed in pain and snapped. The rope disappeared. England had taught you summoning magic a while back before you were a prankster. Comes in handy in situations like this. The two of you made a run for it.
~Time Skip, Baby!~
You and England sat next to each other at the World Meeting, both arriving an hour earlier than everyone. The next person to come in happened to be the victim himself. Poland's hair was a bubblegum pink and askew with a sticky pink substance coating it. His clothes were covered in green, pink, blue, orange, all colors of the powder you had planted last night. Poland sat across the table from the two of you. Barely able to hold in your laughter, you waited until everyone was here to let out small giggles. Sitting on your other side was Belarus. She despised you ever since you dyed Russia's scarf tie-dye last year, even though he found it funny as well. You two had a glaring contest until the meeting started. You had to get to work. In your pocket was a robotic spider, carrying 3 doses of sleep medicine. Activating it, you sent it under the table.
Spider POV
I crawled up the leg of the table and hung upside down, heading for my target.
Ludwig Beilschmidt AKA Germany
Age: 21
Height: 6'2
Weight: Unknown
Finally reaching the head of the table, I discreetly released the doses of sleep medicine into my target's coffee and stirred it with one of my legs for good measure. I left for my mistress. Crawling back into her hand, I fell dormant once again.
Reader POV
You giggled, fitting the spider back into your pocket. It won't be long now.
Germany POV
I stood up from his chair, a motion that silenced everyone. I began to talk about world affairs while everyone else quietly spoke to each other. Growling, I took a sip from my coffee and began my speech again. I suddenly felt my eyelids grow heavy. Sitting back down, I stared forward in a daze. And then I slept.
Reader POV
Yes! It had worked! Italy, who was sitting next to Germany began shaking him. "Germany? Germany! GERMAAAAANNYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" He shouted. Japan, who was on the other side, stood up as well. He leaned over Germany. "Doitsu-san, are you feeling alright?" Italy flipped Germany onto his back to see his eyelids closed and him snoring quietly. The meeting suddenly erupted into shouting, now that Germany was out cold. England stood up and began to fight with Francy-pants, his sworn "enemy". Everyone knew it was sexual tension.
To sum it all up, Poland complained all meeting long to poor Lithuania, Italy had to slap Germany awake, and you laughed your ass off at England and France strangling each other. What a great day.
