It had started as a normal meeting. America being a spaz, France being a pervert, Russia scaring Latvia, and Germany having to return order to the meeting room. It was only afterward when things got really ridiculous.
England was walking down the hall to exit, eager to pack and return home. His head was throbbing, a migraine coming on. He was almost out the door when a familiar annoying voice pierced the air, shouting, "Hey England! You suck!"
England turned around to see America, in all of his obnoxious glory, pointing and laughing at him. "What are you talking about? I didn't even do anything to you," England complained. 'I really should've just ignored him,' he thought. America pulled a piece of paper out of his bomber jacket in a completely unneeded flourish and handed it to England. He said, "According to the top one-hundred greatest artists, The Beatles came in at number one, while the Rolling Stones came in at number four."
England studied the paper to find out that America was right. He looked up and said, "So? What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means…" America paused for dramatic effect, his blue eyes twinkling, then struck his (in)famous "hero" pose, and proclaimed, "Our Beatles are better than your Rolling Stones!"
England was dumbfounded. He had always thought America was stupid to some extent, but not this stupid. He just looked at America with a shocked expression before bursting. "You colossal git!" England screamed. His face was burning red with rage. "Do you not know that The Rolling Stones and The Beatles are British bands?"
America simply laughed at this remark. "The Beatles aren't British," he explained. "They're too awesome and famous to be. Like me." With that, he said, "Later, Iggy," and left the building.
England, on the other hand, had his mouth wide open and his left eye twitching in annoyance. "England? Is everything alright?" a high-pitched voice asked in his ear. On England's shoulder was one of his fairy friends.
He shook his head and replied, "Nothing. It's nothing."
After a few minutes of silence, England sighed, "I really need to go back to the hotel." So he opened the front doors and exited the meeting building. All England thought of was how he really needed an Aspirin.
A/N: This story is completely random and ridiculous. I though of it while watching "Top 100 Artists of All Time" on VH1 one night. Personally, I prefer The Beatles over The Rolling Stones, but they do have some songs I like. I would like to thank my beta, Rugged Individual, for, well, beta-ing it. I would also like to thank all of you who have read, added it to your favorites list, and/or reviewed any of my past stories, Hetalia or not. I feel so special when any of that happens. I love you all! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story and, as always, please review!
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