The Bad Touch Trio was just doing what they normally do; walk down the street and sing hideous songs at the top of their lungs.
France always started the song.
"I JUST HATE IT WHEN GIRLS DON'T LET ME POKE THEIR NOSES! I LIKE TO POKE THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE SOFT, AND THEY LET ME SMELL ROSES! THE GIRLS ARE JUST HATERS, YEAH YEAH THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE! I'MMA EAT ALL THEIR SANDWICHES AND PAINT ON THEIR CAR!"
"BABES WHO DON'T LOVE ME, HEY THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE MISSIN'! CUZ WHILE THEY'RE AT THE STORE, IT'S THEIR BOYFRIEND I'M KISSIN'! I BURN ALL OF HER MAKE UP, ME AND HER BOYFRIEND BREAK UP, AND I CLEAN MY UNDERWEAR WITH ALL OF HER SILVERWEAR!"
And Prussia added the final touch to the song.
They were gangsta.
Nothing could stop them. Except for... A helicopter that America happened to be flying at the moment. He flew down and scooped them in up a net.
"Hahahahaha! I caught them!" he said.
The Bad Touch Trio as angry.
"Awww, America, why would you do this to us, my love?" France said.
"Because you smell like horse shoes." America said. "Also, England paid me."
"England?" Prussia said, turning to his friends. "What could he possibly want with us?"
"Well you could have just asked me!" America snapped. "But noooooo, Spain and France are far more important. So I'm not telling!"
There was a long, awkward silence. Suddenly, France exclaimed, "Who's flying the helicopter?!"
"Tony!" America said.
"Nope." Tony said. He was sitting on the floor, eating a Wii remote.
"Oh. Then, I am!" America said. A clone of America was sitting and driving the helicopter. "Hahahahaha!" it said.
They were at England's house.
Spain sniffed the air. "It smells like burnt scones." he said.
Prussia sniffed the air. "It smells like souls. Yum." he said.
France sniffed the air. The air slapped him in the face. "Whoa, dude, personal space!" it said.
America tried to do a cartwheel, but he ended up breaking his teeth on his belly button. Tony comforted him. "It's ok, human, it's ok."
Suddenly, England walked in the room with a box of tissues. He was blowing his eyebrows on them. "Whew, that is a nasty cold." he said, throwing the tissue on the floor. Tony ate the tissue.
"Why are we here, sir British man?" France asked.
"And why is your ear on your neck?" Prussia also asked.
"You three have been suspected to be owning a pair of..." England had a major spaz attack as he said, "FAIRY GOD PARENTS!"
He paced back and forth. "One of you three is in possession of them. I will not sleep until I find them!"
"Bro, we ain't got yo fairies." Spain said.
"SILENCE!" England snapped, throwing a T.V. at Spain's armpit. Spain did a cartwheel.
England jiggled his toenails. "NOW LISTEN UP. I need all of you to answer these questions for me." he said. "Once you answer them, I will know for sure who has the fairy godparents."
They all sighed. "Whatever."
"Ok. First question." England said. "How often do you shower?"
"Every day." France said.
"Twice a day." Spain said.
"I AM IN YOUR SHOWER." a voice called from the bathroom. Prussia walked out, wearing a taco shell as his towel. He flipped his wet hair dramatically.
America hit him in the face with a spaghetti noodle. He fell on the floor.
"Next question; Where was your first kiss? Was it romantic?" England asked.
Spain blushed, grabbing France's hand. "Well..."
Prussia interrupted them. "YO DAWG, MAH FIRST KISS WAS WITH YOU. REMEMBER?"
England hit him with a sack of chicken feathers. "I TOLD YOU TO NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT AGAIN."
Prussia giggled. "Hurr."
"My first kiss was with France..." Spain said. "And now, we are-"
"NOBODY CARES THAT YOU ARE IN LOVE." exclaimed America's belly button.
France and Spain screamed like turkeys.
"NEXT QUESTION. Has you or of good am you are is the I at mine ever be to is am a grape vine?" England asked.
Everyone's face exploded.
England's tooth was hairy.
He began screaming at this. "MUST. SHAVE." he said, running to the bathroom.
Now was their chance! The Bad Touch Trio began running, and they escaped from the evil British house.
They all decided to hide in Prussia's house. It was nice and warm there. Also, Prussia had beer. BEER.
France and Spain hid in the closet, holding hands. They tickled each others eyes, screaming in pain. Prussia smiled at this, locking the closet door. "Goodnight, my little fairies~"