So I decided that I was being lazy and I needed to write some fanfiction. Then this lovely idea came and smacked me in the face LIKE A BRICK /shot/

Seriously though, I hope that I can update this at least semi-frequently. I try to not let procrastination claim me, but i'm so WEAK.

"You can only be young once. But you can always be immature."

America sighed, his head resing on his open palm as he disintrestly watched England give a report on harvest rate. The meeting lacked the usual chaos and loudness that they usually had and had spiraled into a mind-numbing torrent of charts and numbers.

It wasn't like anything was even getting done! None of the nations could concentrate on England's speech for more than five minutes at a time. Even the more diligent nations had slipped off focus. If he looked carefully he could see that Germany was in fact doodling on his paper instead of taking notes as he usually would. What's worse is that North America wasn't even schedualed to speak in this meeting but he was being forced to attend!

Canada let out a poorly covered yawn and looked at him, they both rolled their eyes. They were obviously going to have to save the rest of the nations from dying of boredom. Iggy's speeches could go on forever, and the rest of the three hours were given to him. Good thing he was the hero!

He started folding his sheets of paper into sleek paper airplanes of different designs. Leaming over to Canada he whispered, "Write crazy, weird, or stupid things in them, then throw them at the nation that you would get the most reaction from." He nodded and scrawled something onto his paper and started to fold it.

America looked at his own plane which on it he had wrote "Don't worry about the world coming to an end today; it's already tomorrow in Australia." There was no doubt to who this was heading to, Australia would get a kick out of it. Now to wait until Iggy's back was turned, annnnnnd, NOW!

The plane expertly sailed through the air and hit Australia in the head, falling softly in front of him. He looked up and looked around until he met his eyes, America winked. Australia caustiously unfolded the plane and looked at what was written. His cheeks puffed out from withheld laughter.

Suddenly there was the sound of someone choking on water. America's head snapped around along with the whole room and looked at Austria. He wore a flustered look on his face and his cheeks were burning red, an unfolded plane clutched in his hand. He muttered a faint apology and England went back to his speech.

"What did you tell him?" America said leaning over to Canada.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little something interesting I happened to over hear about Hungary,"he smirked.

America smirked back,"Nice one bro." Canada nodded and went back to writing on more planes.

For the rest of the meeting, the two brothers threw over eighty planes across the room secretly to the other nations.

The reactions to what was written on them ranged from person to person. There was suppressed giggles, snorts, smothered snickeres, laughs disguised as coughs, widening of eyes, bloodlust, glares, a few more spitting of drinks, whispers to neighbors, and full blown falling off chairs.

Each one made the twins giggle and snicker like mischevious little imps. While they may be grown up nations who should be doing more productive things than throwing around paper airplanes, no one said that there couldn't be times where they could be immature.

So, good, great, makes-you-want-to-claw-your-eyes-out bad? Leave me a comment on your opinions! They always help and encourage me to keep writing ^^