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Lithuania was sitting in the world meeting, physically there but not mentally. They could really go for some espresso right now. And a nap. Sigh.
However, England was shouting at some dumbass fly that kept dive bombing him, which had caused Lithuania to come back. "Please, shut up." Lithuania told England. "Please..." They just really wanted to go home.
"I KNOW YOU DID NOT TELL ME TO SHUT UP, MISTER LITHUANIA." England yelled. And so, Lithuania decided to match his energy by yelling back. "WELL I DID." They hollered back. "NOW LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT--" "NO." And then England LEAPED across the table, and next thing you know, Lithuania and England were rolling around on the floor like a couple of alley cats. "GET OFF, GET OFF OF ME" Lithuania screamed, England pulling their cheeks and scratching their arms.
"DUDES GUESS WHAT!!! I AM THE HEAD CHEF OF MCWENDYS!!!!" America shouted in the middle of the fight. While England was distracted by America's shouting, Lithuania fucking bit him.
"LITHUANIA!! DUDE!!! INSTEAD OF EATING GRANDPAPPY EYEBROWS, YOU SHOULD EAT ONE OF MY BURGERS FROM THE MCWENDY'S DOWN THE BLOCK!!!" America shouted.
"GROSS!!! I WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE HIM EAT ME THAN ONE OF YOUR DISGUSTING AMERICAN BURGERS!!" England shouted. Lithuania made a face in response to hearing that. "You disgust me, England." He muttered.
China then interfered the fight. "Aiyah... You both disgust me with your fighting. This is not high school, you know. You guys are hundreds of years old. You should act like it." China told them. Lithuania crossed their arms grumpily. "You do act like you are 4,000 years old I guess..." They muttered.
And then China got hit by a fucking tank. And who was driving the tank? Fucking Italy. Romano then appeared. "FELICIANO WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!!! YOU DO NOT DRIVE THE FUCKING TANK INTO OTHERS!!!" Romano screamed.
Germany then game running. "ITALY YOU DROVE THE WRONG WAY COME BACK!!" He screamed. "I think I pressed the wrong button!" He cried. "Wh---" Germany then saw what Italy had done. "Italyyy...." He growled, before reenacting that scene from Madagascar where grandma beat up the lion for stealing her handbag. Lithuania was so shocked, they were frozen. They had no idea what to make of this situation. "I knew it. They're all... Insane." They whispered under their breath.
And then, France spawned in his magical strike outfit. "Honhonhon~! Bonjour mon ami~!" Lithuania gasped.
"Ugh, it's you, frog-face. What the hell do you think you're wearing?" England said with disgust. "Why, it's my magical strike outfit! Do you like it, mon amour~?" England scoffed. "It's hideous."
"Well I think you look verrrryy nice" Italy whispered from the back.
And then, Finland came in with some espresso. "Here is your espresso, Lithuania!" He said. "Oh-uh-thanks but- I didn't ask for any espresso?" Lithuania asked, before taking a sip of their espresso. "I could just tell you wanted an espresso." Finland said. "Well, thanks. It's good." Lithuania said, sipping more espresso.
And then, in the distance, Lithuania spotted a young boy with grayish white hair. He looked a little closer, and saw a puffin thingy. He cautiously approached. "Oh, it's Iceland. What are you doing here, Ice?" They asked. Iceland frowned. "I have nobody to play ping pong with. everything sucks." Iceland fussed. "I could play ping pong with you." Lithuania told the boy. Iceland's face then lit up. "Really?" He asked. "Really." Lithuania replied.
"Well, okay. Thank you." Ice said, before whipping out a portable ping pong table from their pocket, some paddles and a ping pong ball. He handed them a paddle, before going over to his own side of the table and starting the game.
Several rounds later, Lithuania beat Iceland at every match by accident. Norway then appeared to investigate. Lithuania kept on beating his little brother at every ping pong match, how come? Hm. Suspicious.
And, just as Norway was about to investigate this, he heard France screaming bloody murder as England beat him with a pillow. "BRITAIN STOP" He screamed. "NO!!! YOU NEED TO STOP BOTHERING ME YOU FROG!! NO, I AM NOT GOING TO DRESS UP IN YOUR STUPID COSTUME!!!" He screamed, beating up France with this pillow, while America just stood there like a sim.
"You guys are gay." He said. And then, Norway went back to investigating the ping pong.
"Lithuania, could I pull you aside for a moment?" He asked. "Uh- sure?" Lithuania questioned. What was going on?? Lithuania wasn't sure they did anything wrong. However, their stupid brain was thinking about all the possible things that could have gotten him into trouble with Norway.
"We need to talk." Norway told them. Lithuania went stunned for a second. Before inhaling and exhaling. "Okay.." They whispered. And then, Spain and 2p Romano busted open the door. 2p Romano did a hair flip and checked his nails. "Stunning." They said to himself.
Canada wanted to say something but couldn't because he was too shy and quiet to do so. "I would like you guys to all meet other Romano! He's from another universe!! He's much nicer than our Romano!" He said. And then, 1p Romano went silent for a second before running out of the room screaming. 2p Romano stared. "Jeez, What's his problem?" 2p Romano asked.
England then scowled. "You got into my spellbook and opened a portal, didn't you?!!" England shouted. "Why, yes I did!" Spain replied. "Well, I was actually trying to find a spell for infinite tomatoes, but then I found an even better one and found another Romano!" He explained. And they could just hear the sound of Romano shrieking in the distance.
"Wait... Where is this portal? I'm curious now." America said. "Me too." Portugal said. "Me three." Scotland said. And then, everyone wanted to go see their 2ps out of curiousity. Will they really see them or will they not? Find out later.