Today had started off just like any other day. I'd woken up, showered, got ready, made breakfast for everybody, and left the house with Spain and Romano. My first three classes seemed to go by with the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, it was lunch time.
And now, here's where things started to fall apart. Russia had been intimidating Canada at the beginning of lunch, and America wouldn't stand for it any longer. Without a second thought, he tossed his lunch meat at the larger man, and that's how this whole food fight started. It's like absolute chaos; wherever you turn you see today's lunch specials flying through the air.
I sat cowering under the table, watching the fight develop before my eyes. People were already covered from head to toe with food. I carefully looked over the scene in front of me, trying to make out what everybody was doing. I could see Poland using Lithuania as a human shield, America was furiously tossing peas at Russia, who was inching closer to the American. My sister, Czech, was avoiding the combat with Iceland over in the corner. Switzerland was trying his hardest to protect his sister, and Romano was yelling at Spain, who seemed to be very amused by this whole situation. It looked a little bit like a free for all, and what was I doing? Hiding. The food fight was starting to look a little - dare I say it - fun. I wasn't going to sit down and watch it any more.. no. I was going to get in there and have fun.
On my hands and knees, I crawled out from under the table, dragging my lunch tray along with me. I swung my head from side to side, checking to see if any food was flying my way. There was nothing headed in my direction.. yet. I've never really been much of a fighter, so to say. Hungary totally kicked my butt in our war, and the Axis lost World War II.. so, to be honest, I wasn't exactly looking forward to the whole fighting aspect of it. "Th-this is all just good fun." I calmly thought to myself, taking a slow breath of air. "So go ahead and make a move. D-Do something!"
I glanced around the room once more, before letting my gaze settle on my sister once again. One more person had joined her and Iceland.. it was France. He looked like he was making a move on my sister, who looked really.. annoyed. Now, normally I wouldn't stick up for my sister, or pick on a big brother figure.. but this was all for fun, and I'm sure neither of them would mind. Picking up a lump of roast beef, I tossed it like a frisbee, aiming directly at France's head. Bulls eye.
The moment he turned around, I picked up my bun and began
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