[Part 14] World War Uke (9/?)
anonymous
April 27 2011, 12:21:56 UTC
“America America it’s midday let’s go find food and then continue our search!” Italy exclaimed, taking America’s arm and dragging him away from England.
America laughed, going with him (much to England’s chagrin). “Dude you are so hardcore it’s awesome! Where are we goin’?”
“Try a library!” England called after him before sighing and going to find Germany so they could track them. Last thing they needed was another demonic cult.
“Is alibrary French for McDonald’s?” America asked.
Italy made a face. “I hope not! McDonald’s is disgusting!”
America gasped and stopped walked, affronted. “You don’t like McDonald’s? I… I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
“We can,” Italy assured, taking his hand and dragging him along.
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“HELLO, I AM HERE TO FIND A BOOK,” America carefully enunciated to a terrified librarian, “IT IS CALLED THE ATMOSPHERE. DO YOU HAVE IT?”
The poor older woman stuttered something back in French.
“WHAT?”
She said it again.
“HUH? CAN YOU PLEASE SPEAK AMERICAN?”
“I think she said something about a dragon,” Italy translated with his admittedly subpar French skills*. Then he realized what he said and screamed in terror. “A dragon!!!”
America’s eyes were shining. “How cool! Let’s go slay the dragon and find the book!”
“But I’m scared!”
“Why? You’re with me! I’m the Hero, you’re my sidekick, remember? Heroes don't let sidekicks die! Most of the time...”
Italy tugged on his sleeve, a pleading expression on his face. “But I’m still scared! Can we go get Germany and our other friends to help us, pleeeeaaaase?”
“Awwwwwwww, okay…”
* Really, really subpar French skills.
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“A what.” England’s voice and expression were flat and disbelieving.
“According to the nice French librarian, The Atmosphere is protected by a dragon,” America repeated cheerfully.
“I can’t believe neither of you speak French. I’ve failed as a big brother,” France mourned. Canada patted him on the head.
“Come with us! I’m scared! I don’t want to be eaten by a dragon!” Italy grabbed Germany’s hand and held it tightly.
Germany sighed, unable to resist as always. “All right, but there isn’t actually a dragon, I hope you know.”
Re: [Part 14] World War Uke (9/?)
anonymous
April 28 2011, 00:26:49 UTC
Another update!!! *dances with joy*
Tied again, I see. America and Italy are equally matched...or are they? Yes, they are, but England and Germany will never hear any of that lol
“I can’t believe neither of you speak French. I’ve failed as a big brother.” D'aww, poor France. Don't worry, at least what's-his-face remembers his french lessons. XD
Can't wait for more, anon! And will there be an actual dragon in the future? X'D
[Part 14] World War Uke (10/??)
anonymous
May 5 2011, 20:19:58 UTC
"All right gang! We're a party of six, which is totally old-school, but it's awesome too so we're gonna work with it! I'm the Hero, which makes me the paladin I guess, or maybe the fighter - nyah, paladin sounds more badass, and anyway my Charisma score's through the roof, so I'm the paladin. England, you're definitely the team's mage, because you're all about black magic and stuff like that. Uh, Germany I guess is the other fighter, 'cause our team needs more than one, because any team needs more than one. Italy, we'll go with cleric for you, 'cause you totally pwned those demons, and that's what clerics do, plus heal stuff. France, you can be our bard because you're frilly, talk a lot, and are pretty useless."
"What about me?"
"Huh?"
"Me, America. You forgot me."
"Oh, right. Uh, any chance you can be a dual-class, like fighter-cleric or cleric-mage? I'd say thief because any good team needs a rogue, but they're kinda useless for boss fights."
"(Sigh) I'm a ranger or a mage, obviously. I've got an animal companion, or a familiar if you want to look at him like that."
“Who're you?” the bear asked.
"Ohhhh yeeeaaaah! Awesome! Well, I think we'll go with ranger, 'cause we need more front-line fighters."
"But what if I use a bow?"
England was pinching the bridge of his nose. "Canada, stop antagonizing your brother."
"I'm not! It's a legitimate question! If I use bows, I won't be on the front lines."
"Yeah, geez England. Can you dual-wield, bro?"
"Sure. I just wanted to clarify."
"No prob. Okay, now that we've got that settled, time to plan! So first I will approach the dragon and placate him with my charisma. Italy and England, you two start lowering his magic resistance. This'll turn him hostile so we gotta be careful, but then Germany, Canada and I will rush forward to attack him! France, you'll stand away from everyone to sing and distract the dragon. Your singing will spur us on, as will your noble sacrifice when the dragon eats you first. Once his magic resistance is as low as we can get, Italy and England can start flinging spells - no fire spells, don't forget, and avoid area of effect spells 'cause if we all die that would suck! But Italy, you also have to heal us, so don't go crazy with the offensive stuff. Any questions?"
Germany looked to England. "Italy gets a point for this."
England merely sighed. "Yes, he does."
SCORE: AMERICA 2, ITALY 3
America ignored them, looking at Italy, who was hiding behind Germany. "Hey, uh, Canada, can you be a cleric instead?"
"Uh, a cleric-mage, yeah. Why?"
"Good, 'cause I think our party of six is actually a party of five..." America pointed to Italy, who had now started to stitch together a white flag.
France raised his hand. "I can be the cleric, if it means I get to be a different role than 'dragon bait.'"
"Revised plan! Canada will magically support England and... Italy. Yep."
"There is no dragon!" Germany declared. "You had a translation error! Dragons do not exist!"
"They prefer caves, at any rate," England murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing."
The outskirts of Paris were devoid of life, riddled with rocks and overlooked by a shadowed cliff. "This was never here before," France said warily, not liking where this was going. "Seriously, why do these things keep showing up in my country? I'm kicking you all out after this."
"There's nothing here!" Germany insisted, sounding frustrated that no one, including Reality, was listening to his sanity. “It was - it was a translation error! There’s nothing here!”
A loud roar echoed through the area, and a massive shape moved atop the cliff.
“Get out your weapons, everyone!” America called, pulling out a baseball bat. Canada held Kumajiro to his chest. England drew out a tome of great and powerful black magic that sadly wasn’t as good as the one Russia had taken, but he’d do his best. Germany, ever the pragmatist, pulled out a gun. France and Italy both screamed and ran.
[Part 14] World War Uke (11/12)
anonymous
May 5 2011, 20:25:08 UTC
“Wow, that battle sure was intense,” Italy said, bandaging wounds. America had fared the worst, considering he was the only one actually up close against the dragon; everyone had some burns, but he had bite wounds. In contrast, the dragon had been slayed with a baseball bat, so he wasn’t complaining too much. “You were all very impressive!”
“Shut up, Italy,” Canada growled. He was ignored.
“I’ll always be ready to fight for truth, justice, and the American way,” America chirped, happy. “Although England, that was totally badass how you summoned that demon to fight the dragon, like King Kong versus Godzilla or something.”
“I know,” England replied smugly. “Canada, very nice show out there, especially managing to keep your brother from being charbroiled.”
“Thanks,” Canada replied sweetly, “And Germany, I had no idea your aim was that good! Especially how you debilitated the dragon by shooting its wings.”
“Danke. And France and Italy were useless.”
France, who’d hid, was starting to regret hiding his face at least; it sounded like a very climactic, intricate battle full of heroics and valiant sacrifices. If only he’d watched…
“So America gets another point?” England asked Germany. The latter nation nodded.
SCORE: AMERICA 3, ITALY 3
“Awesome!” America exclaimed.
Meanwhile Italy had gotten distracted and run off to check through the dragon’s horde. It was a vast collection of magical artifacts and trinkets of incredible wealth, all of which Italy didn’t care about. His companions, following him, began to collect anything they deemed useful. “There’s no books,” he whined, growing visibly depressed. “If the dragon didn’t have The Atmosphere, then who will? I’m starting to think the book doesn’t exist!”
“It took you long enough,” England muttered, looking over an amulet.
“Awwww, don’t worry little guy! We’ll find it eventually,” America cooed softly, petting Italy’s hair.
France stood in front of the two of them, looking as imperious as he could. “You may yet find it, but you will find it in another country. Get out.”
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After agreeing that it wasn’t fair to go to any of their own respective nations, our heroes made the trek to Austria. Upon arriving, Italy gave Austria a hug, ran around until he found Hungary and gave her a hug, and then dragged America to give him a tour.
“So you’re competing to see who’s the better significant other?” Austria questioned, sipping the vintage wine he only indulged in when he had guests. “To me, that seems like arguing about who is more unstable, Belarus or Russia; they’re both sociopathic, so what’s the point of getting into the details? In this case, both America and Italy are men-children with attention-deficit hyperactive disorder who are slovenly and incompetent.”
Despite having said similar things about their respective partners in the past, both Germany and England looked affronted at Austria’s diagnosis. “Just answer the question, Sigmund,” England said bitterly.
Austria hummed thoughtfully. “Well, where are they now?”
“Raiding your library, most likely,” Germany admitted. “They’ve decided to find a book called The Atmosphere, because… well… ja.”
Austria facepalmed, albeit in a refined way. “Really. Well, rather than give you my opinion on the two young men in question, perhaps a better way to solve this would be to give them a very unbiased standardized intelligence quotient test.”
Germany looked horrified. “You want to give them an IQ test? They might make it explode!”
“That’s better than getting your opinion, anyway,” England interjected thoughtfully, “Come to think of it, you helped raise Italy, didn’t you? Of course you’d be biased in his favor-”
“Actually I would have finally decided that America was preferable to Italy, but the point still stands, I am biased,” Austria admitted airily.
Germany looked as if he had been slapped in the face. “You would have voted for America?”
Austria shrugged. “Italy was a very, very poor servant.”
“So what does that say about you and your standards for your spouses?”
[Part 14] World War Uke (12/12)
anonymous
May 5 2011, 20:33:05 UTC
Hours later, Austria collected the intelligence tests to score them.
“Dang, that took foreeeever,” America whined, rubbing his temples. “And I hope Austria appreciates all the doodles!” England facepalmed, hard.
“Veeeeeeeeeeee, my head huuuuuuuuuurts.” Even Italy’s curl was depressed.
“Cheer up,” Germany said gruffly, thrusting a wrapped package into his hands. “I got this for you.”
“I love presents!” Italy trilled, ripping apart the wrapping paper to discover a hard cover copy of The Atmosphere. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GERMANY GERMANY YOU FOUND IT YOU FOUND IT!” He glomped him. “YOU’RE SO AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FOUND IT!”
Germany considered pointing out that he’d just gone to a bookstore and bought a book on the actual, literal atmosphere and global warming, and that Italy wouldn't be thanking him once he actually read it, but refrained. He’d just revel in the moment instead.
“Awwww,” said America. “Luckyyy. Why didn’t you get me one, England?”
England had had enough. “America. The atmosphere isn’t a book. It’s an idea. ‘Reading the atmosphere’ is being able to understand the-”
America reached out and covered England’s mouth with a finger. “I know,” he said easily. “I was just having fun. Italy’s so cute, isn’t he? I wanna take him home and squish him.”
England stared at him. “So this entire time, you’ve been… looking for nothing?”
“Yep!”
“And before that, you’ve known what the atmosphere is?”
“Yep!”
“… And you’ve refused to read it anyway?”
“Yep! Because I didn’t want to ^_^”
England pounced on him and began to strangle him with his bare hands, too incensed to speak.
When Austria came back, Germany and Italy were making out while England was attempting to murder America. He waved the results of the tests, causing pauses in both activities. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but they have exactly equal IQs.”
“And?” England demanded angrily. “What’s the score! Out with it!”
“... … … 170.”
“What?”
“170! They both scored 170! 140 is considered genius!” Austria was incredibly disappointed, considering his own IQ score was nowhere near that. "There was no foul play, no mistakes!"
Germany and England had the exact same expression of profound disbelief on their faces.
“That’s good, isn't it?” Italy asked.
Germany and England looked at each other. “Do you want to just quit?” Germany asked. England nodded. “Me too.” The two walked out, horrified and vowing to never speak of this again.
America beamed. “So, did I win? We’re competing, right?”
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The end! Thanks to everyone for following along. I realized as I was posting that I had intended on including the bonus about America/Italy, but forgot -_-; I think it's because I think GerIta is adorable but have a very hard time imagining Italy having sex with anyone xD
Re: [Part 14] World War Uke (12/12)
anonymous
May 5 2011, 23:25:10 UTC
Oh my god, I love you forever. First of all, you actually included a real dragon. SQUEE!♥ Second, France's reaction XD Third, America totally admitting his voluntary ignorance of the atmosphere. *High fives her country* And finally, that IQ test. I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!!! *maniacal laughter*
Re: [Part 14] World War Uke (12/12)
anonymous
May 6 2011, 01:43:01 UTC
Well, my dad always said that there's a fine line between idiocy and genius XD I guess these guys are the epitome of that line.
But this has got to be one of the best stories this meme has produced! It was crack, but crack done well. Everyone was in character. The jokes were in good taste. Just...everything was wonderful.
I'm kinda sad that Germany bought the book for them. D= Looking for The Atmosphere is waaaaaayyy more fun than reading it! But now they'll have to find a new adventure~ XD
Re: [Part 14] World War Uke (12/12)
anonymous
June 7 2011, 18:06:51 UTC
This is the best thing ever. xD The demons, the random D&D, the sheer level of cracktastic awesomeness! Internets, firstborns, souls, you got 'em. Thanks for making my week.
America laughed, going with him (much to England’s chagrin). “Dude you are so hardcore it’s awesome! Where are we goin’?”
“Try a library!” England called after him before sighing and going to find Germany so they could track them. Last thing they needed was another demonic cult.
“Is alibrary French for McDonald’s?” America asked.
Italy made a face. “I hope not! McDonald’s is disgusting!”
America gasped and stopped walked, affronted. “You don’t like McDonald’s? I… I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
“We can,” Italy assured, taking his hand and dragging him along.
Xxx
“HELLO, I AM HERE TO FIND A BOOK,” America carefully enunciated to a terrified librarian, “IT IS CALLED THE ATMOSPHERE. DO YOU HAVE IT?”
The poor older woman stuttered something back in French.
“WHAT?”
She said it again.
“HUH? CAN YOU PLEASE SPEAK AMERICAN?”
“I think she said something about a dragon,” Italy translated with his admittedly subpar French skills*. Then he realized what he said and screamed in terror. “A dragon!!!”
America’s eyes were shining. “How cool! Let’s go slay the dragon and find the book!”
“But I’m scared!”
“Why? You’re with me! I’m the Hero, you’re my sidekick, remember? Heroes don't let sidekicks die! Most of the time...”
Italy tugged on his sleeve, a pleading expression on his face. “But I’m still scared! Can we go get Germany and our other friends to help us, pleeeeaaaase?”
“Awwwwwwww, okay…”
* Really, really subpar French skills.
Xxx
“A what.” England’s voice and expression were flat and disbelieving.
“According to the nice French librarian, The Atmosphere is protected by a dragon,” America repeated cheerfully.
“I can’t believe neither of you speak French. I’ve failed as a big brother,” France mourned. Canada patted him on the head.
“Come with us! I’m scared! I don’t want to be eaten by a dragon!” Italy grabbed Germany’s hand and held it tightly.
Germany sighed, unable to resist as always. “All right, but there isn’t actually a dragon, I hope you know.”
“Thank you!” Italy glomped him.
“Ja ja.”
TBC!
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America x Italy ... I wouldn't mind more fills with this pairing! :D
I love everyone here, but your America has the best lines XD
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Tied again, I see. America and Italy are equally matched...or are they?
Yes, they are, but England and Germany will never hear any of that lol
“I can’t believe neither of you speak French. I’ve failed as a big brother.” D'aww, poor France. Don't worry, at least what's-his-face remembers his french lessons. XD
Can't wait for more, anon!
And will there be an actual dragon in the future? X'D
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"What about me?"
"Huh?"
"Me, America. You forgot me."
"Oh, right. Uh, any chance you can be a dual-class, like fighter-cleric or cleric-mage? I'd say thief because any good team needs a rogue, but they're kinda useless for boss fights."
"(Sigh) I'm a ranger or a mage, obviously. I've got an animal companion, or a familiar if you want to look at him like that."
“Who're you?” the bear asked.
"Ohhhh yeeeaaaah! Awesome! Well, I think we'll go with ranger, 'cause we need more front-line fighters."
"But what if I use a bow?"
England was pinching the bridge of his nose. "Canada, stop antagonizing your brother."
"I'm not! It's a legitimate question! If I use bows, I won't be on the front lines."
"Yeah, geez England. Can you dual-wield, bro?"
"Sure. I just wanted to clarify."
"No prob. Okay, now that we've got that settled, time to plan! So first I will approach the dragon and placate him with my charisma. Italy and England, you two start lowering his magic resistance. This'll turn him hostile so we gotta be careful, but then Germany, Canada and I will rush forward to attack him! France, you'll stand away from everyone to sing and distract the dragon. Your singing will spur us on, as will your noble sacrifice when the dragon eats you first. Once his magic resistance is as low as we can get, Italy and England can start flinging spells - no fire spells, don't forget, and avoid area of effect spells 'cause if we all die that would suck! But Italy, you also have to heal us, so don't go crazy with the offensive stuff. Any questions?"
Germany looked to England. "Italy gets a point for this."
England merely sighed. "Yes, he does."
SCORE: AMERICA 2, ITALY 3
America ignored them, looking at Italy, who was hiding behind Germany. "Hey, uh, Canada, can you be a cleric instead?"
"Uh, a cleric-mage, yeah. Why?"
"Good, 'cause I think our party of six is actually a party of five..." America pointed to Italy, who had now started to stitch together a white flag.
France raised his hand. "I can be the cleric, if it means I get to be a different role than 'dragon bait.'"
"Revised plan! Canada will magically support England and... Italy. Yep."
"There is no dragon!" Germany declared. "You had a translation error! Dragons do not exist!"
"They prefer caves, at any rate," England murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing."
The outskirts of Paris were devoid of life, riddled with rocks and overlooked by a shadowed cliff. "This was never here before," France said warily, not liking where this was going. "Seriously, why do these things keep showing up in my country? I'm kicking you all out after this."
"There's nothing here!" Germany insisted, sounding frustrated that no one, including Reality, was listening to his sanity. “It was - it was a translation error! There’s nothing here!”
A loud roar echoed through the area, and a massive shape moved atop the cliff.
“Get out your weapons, everyone!” America called, pulling out a baseball bat. Canada held Kumajiro to his chest. England drew out a tome of great and powerful black magic that sadly wasn’t as good as the one Russia had taken, but he’d do his best. Germany, ever the pragmatist, pulled out a gun. France and Italy both screamed and ran.
”FOR FREEDOM!” America cried, racing forward.
Xxx
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“Shut up, Italy,” Canada growled. He was ignored.
“I’ll always be ready to fight for truth, justice, and the American way,” America chirped, happy. “Although England, that was totally badass how you summoned that demon to fight the dragon, like King Kong versus Godzilla or something.”
“I know,” England replied smugly. “Canada, very nice show out there, especially managing to keep your brother from being charbroiled.”
“Thanks,” Canada replied sweetly, “And Germany, I had no idea your aim was that good! Especially how you debilitated the dragon by shooting its wings.”
“Danke. And France and Italy were useless.”
France, who’d hid, was starting to regret hiding his face at least; it sounded like a very climactic, intricate battle full of heroics and valiant sacrifices. If only he’d watched…
“So America gets another point?” England asked Germany. The latter nation nodded.
SCORE: AMERICA 3, ITALY 3
“Awesome!” America exclaimed.
Meanwhile Italy had gotten distracted and run off to check through the dragon’s horde. It was a vast collection of magical artifacts and trinkets of incredible wealth, all of which Italy didn’t care about. His companions, following him, began to collect anything they deemed useful. “There’s no books,” he whined, growing visibly depressed. “If the dragon didn’t have The Atmosphere, then who will? I’m starting to think the book doesn’t exist!”
“It took you long enough,” England muttered, looking over an amulet.
“Awwww, don’t worry little guy! We’ll find it eventually,” America cooed softly, petting Italy’s hair.
France stood in front of the two of them, looking as imperious as he could. “You may yet find it, but you will find it in another country. Get out.”
xxx
After agreeing that it wasn’t fair to go to any of their own respective nations, our heroes made the trek to Austria. Upon arriving, Italy gave Austria a hug, ran around until he found Hungary and gave her a hug, and then dragged America to give him a tour.
“So you’re competing to see who’s the better significant other?” Austria questioned, sipping the vintage wine he only indulged in when he had guests. “To me, that seems like arguing about who is more unstable, Belarus or Russia; they’re both sociopathic, so what’s the point of getting into the details? In this case, both America and Italy are men-children with attention-deficit hyperactive disorder who are slovenly and incompetent.”
Despite having said similar things about their respective partners in the past, both Germany and England looked affronted at Austria’s diagnosis. “Just answer the question, Sigmund,” England said bitterly.
Austria hummed thoughtfully. “Well, where are they now?”
“Raiding your library, most likely,” Germany admitted. “They’ve decided to find a book called The Atmosphere, because… well… ja.”
Austria facepalmed, albeit in a refined way. “Really. Well, rather than give you my opinion on the two young men in question, perhaps a better way to solve this would be to give them a very unbiased standardized intelligence quotient test.”
Germany looked horrified. “You want to give them an IQ test? They might make it explode!”
“That’s better than getting your opinion, anyway,” England interjected thoughtfully, “Come to think of it, you helped raise Italy, didn’t you? Of course you’d be biased in his favor-”
“Actually I would have finally decided that America was preferable to Italy, but the point still stands, I am biased,” Austria admitted airily.
Germany looked as if he had been slapped in the face. “You would have voted for America?”
Austria shrugged. “Italy was a very, very poor servant.”
“So what does that say about you and your standards for your spouses?”
“Regardless, I shall prepare the tests.”
xxx
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“Dang, that took foreeeever,” America whined, rubbing his temples. “And I hope Austria appreciates all the doodles!” England facepalmed, hard.
“Veeeeeeeeeeee, my head huuuuuuuuuurts.” Even Italy’s curl was depressed.
“Cheer up,” Germany said gruffly, thrusting a wrapped package into his hands. “I got this for you.”
“I love presents!” Italy trilled, ripping apart the wrapping paper to discover a hard cover copy of The Atmosphere. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GERMANY GERMANY YOU FOUND IT YOU FOUND IT!” He glomped him. “YOU’RE SO AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FOUND IT!”
Germany considered pointing out that he’d just gone to a bookstore and bought a book on the actual, literal atmosphere and global warming, and that Italy wouldn't be thanking him once he actually read it, but refrained. He’d just revel in the moment instead.
“Awwww,” said America. “Luckyyy. Why didn’t you get me one, England?”
England had had enough. “America. The atmosphere isn’t a book. It’s an idea. ‘Reading the atmosphere’ is being able to understand the-”
America reached out and covered England’s mouth with a finger. “I know,” he said easily. “I was just having fun. Italy’s so cute, isn’t he? I wanna take him home and squish him.”
England stared at him. “So this entire time, you’ve been… looking for nothing?”
“Yep!”
“And before that, you’ve known what the atmosphere is?”
“Yep!”
“… And you’ve refused to read it anyway?”
“Yep! Because I didn’t want to ^_^”
England pounced on him and began to strangle him with his bare hands, too incensed to speak.
When Austria came back, Germany and Italy were making out while England was attempting to murder America. He waved the results of the tests, causing pauses in both activities. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but they have exactly equal IQs.”
“And?” England demanded angrily. “What’s the score! Out with it!”
“... … … 170.”
“What?”
“170! They both scored 170! 140 is considered genius!” Austria was incredibly disappointed, considering his own IQ score was nowhere near that. "There was no foul play, no mistakes!"
Germany and England had the exact same expression of profound disbelief on their faces.
“That’s good, isn't it?” Italy asked.
Germany and England looked at each other. “Do you want to just quit?” Germany asked. England nodded. “Me too.” The two walked out, horrified and vowing to never speak of this again.
America beamed. “So, did I win? We’re competing, right?”
xxx
The end! Thanks to everyone for following along. I realized as I was posting that I had intended on including the bonus about America/Italy, but forgot -_-; I think it's because I think GerIta is adorable but have a very hard time imagining Italy having sex with anyone xD
I hope you all enjoyed, and thanks again <3
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First of all, you actually included a real dragon. SQUEE!♥
Second, France's reaction XD
Third, America totally admitting his voluntary ignorance of the atmosphere. *High fives her country*
And finally, that IQ test. I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!!! *maniacal laughter*
Best crack ever. B]
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Plus the entire Hetalia cast naked and at your service.
Plus my undying love.
*Worships Author!Anon forever*
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But this has got to be one of the best stories this meme has produced! It was crack, but crack done well. Everyone was in character. The jokes were in good taste. Just...everything was wonderful.
I'm kinda sad that Germany bought the book for them. D= Looking for The Atmosphere is waaaaaayyy more fun than reading it! But now they'll have to find a new adventure~ XD
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America is an arse and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Also, random DnD moment up thurr. I liked it.
XD Oh Italy. Yeah, they're both so smart that they're socially inept - I have a friend very much like that.
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Loved this entire thing <333
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The demons, the random D&D, the sheer level of cracktastic awesomeness!
Internets, firstborns, souls, you got 'em.
Thanks for making my week.
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