I'm writing this jus to keep creative juices flowing for mt other story, Silent for Never. It's a PruCan fic that I love to write. To keep up my creativity like I said I'm writing this. And the best part is I'm going to do anything and everything to the nations. My friend Snyder helped me come up with ideas for this, but I'm typing it. And Snyder had never heard of Hetalia! I had to explain it to her and she was hooked and helped with this.

Also my friend Maddy helped a lot with ideas too. And more ideas keep coming.

Well this is going to have multiple pairings. GiriPan, RusCan, Spamano, DenNor, SweFin, USUK, silght FRUK, slight Korea/China, slight Russia/China, GerIta, and some PruCan. Sorry I don't really do Greece/Turkey, but Turkey is definitely going to be in here and it against that is going to be slight with both of them. Also I'm going to add more pairings later on. Austria is going to be in it to but I don't know who to pair him with. Oh Sealand is there too~

Warnings: Throughout the story- Drugs, alcohol, Baby clothes, a dog leash, bombs, toilet paper, spy missions, shopping carts, Pet Smart, ducktape, Nerf guns, chess, Romano, and the Bad Touch Trio, a lot more to come though~

I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 1: We. Are. In. Walmart.

The nations didn't know how they ended up there, but they knew for certain that this wasn't going to end well.

All of the nations woke up in Walmart.

"DUDE! WE'RE IN WALMART!" A very hyper american shouted successfully waking up everyone.

"Shut up you sodding git!"

"Mon dieu. What 'appened?"

"Aru?"

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol."

"Mi amigo, where are we."

"Keseseseses, I don't know but I'm still tired."

"What the fuck happened $#%&&*!"

"Ve~ Where's Germany?"

"Here Italia."

"Dat-zee!"

"Damn you America!"

"This is not cool. Like totally, like my skirt is getting dirty."

"Calm down Poland."

"But Liet..."

"M-mr.R-Russia?"

"Quiet Latvia."

"M-maple."

"I'll blast you full of holes!"

"..."

All of the nations woke up on the floor of... Walmart? They had no idea how they got there.

"Sweet you guys we're in Walmart!. Isn't that cool?!" America exclaimed to the newly awoken nations.

"No! Bloody hell, America how did we get here?!" England growled at him.

"How should I know, Iggy!" America whined.

"My name is not 'Iggy', you sodding git! I'm leaving." With that england stormed towards the exit.

"Oh Honhonhon~ I'll come to Mon chéri~" France cooed, catching up to England. You could clearly hear them arguing.

"Leave me wanker!"

"Oh but no love~"

"Stop it!"

"You don't like my love i'm 'urt!~"

"I don't want it in the first place!"

The rest of the nations stopped listening after that.

They were all confused about why they were in a Walmart when they were on their way to a world meeting that was being held in America. The most confused about is why they woke up on the floor and why was the Walmart void of any life, but themselves.

They only thought to blame it on America.

"You better tell us why we're here or else I'll turn you into swiss cheese!" Switzerland threatened, keeping Lichtenstein close, and pulling out his shotgun.

Before America could anser Italy squealed. "Ve~! Germany, Germany! Switzerland's gun is scary! Save me!" He then proceeded to hide behind Germany.

"Idiota! Stop acting like a pansy!" Romano scowled at him.

"Oh Lovi~ Stop acting mean." Spain cooed.

"My name is not Lovi bastardo!" Romano shouted at him.

England came storming over to America and began shouting. "You git! We're locked in! This must have been one of your ridiculous plans!"

"Yo dude what are you talking about? ...WAIT WE'RE LOCKED IT?!" America shouted the last part.

"I don't belive you!" England shouted back.

They were locked in. The nations were a mixture of confused, scared, angry, or stotic zoned the two out after the realization that they were trapped knowing their fighting was not going to end soon.

"Don't worry Iggy! It doesn't matter." America whined.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T MATTER! AND DON'T CALL ME IGGY!" England exploded on him and grabbed America's collar.

"I mean that this looks like the new Walmart that was just constructed. It's the Ultra Mega Walmart. It was made to bump sales and start a new chain of Walmarts." (A/N sorry fans there is no Ultra Mega Walmart I came up with it.) America explained.

"And that's supposed to help how?" England fumed while the other nations listened in, hoping America had a plan due to his 'It doesn't matter' comment.

"Dude what I mean is that this Walmart has new sections, a Mc Donalds, Pet Smart, lengthened tools and appliances sections, alcohol aisle, larger weapons selection, Music section, and a larger toy section! Can you belive it! And it's grand opening is tomorrow!" America giddied.

"So what you mean is that we are going to be let out tomorrow?" England started to calm down.

"Yep!" America struck a 'hero' pose.

England had fully calmed down now and finally noticed a hand on his hip sliding lower than he would have liked.

"GET YOU BLOODY FROG HANDS OFF ME FRANCE!" That's when England tried to choke France. Everything seemed normal now, except for one little detail. Germany decided to bring it up.

"Ve have a vay to get out, but how did ve get here?"

"I don't remember does anyone else know." America asked the other countries which consisted of:

Russia, The Baltics, England, France, Germany, Prussia, The Nordics, Switzerland, Belarus, Leichtenstein, Cuba, Greece, Japan, Italy, Romano, Spain, Austria, Hungary, China, Egypt, Turkey, Hong Kong, Poland, Scotland, Sealand, South Korea, and some ghost dude. WAIT GHOST!

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! GHOST! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" America shouted and hid behind England who had been pried from France.

"Vhat ghost?" Germany questioned.

"HIM!" America pointed to the 'ghost'.

"Amerika that is no ghost." Russia creepily smiled, sending shivers down all of the other nations backs.

America looked confused as well as sacred, but covered it up with his macho act. "THEN WHO ARE YOU?" He shouted at the 'ghost'.

"Al I-I'm C-canada. Y-your brother." the 'ghost' whispered, his eyes sad.

"Dude I have a brother!" America shouted, but not as loud as last time.

France, who had been too busy trying to re-latch onto England, looked up at the 'ghost' in question.

"Oh~" He cooed. "Amérique you do 'ave a brother this is mon petite Matthieu. You can tell because 'e 'as sexy 'air like moi." France stroked Canada's locks tenderly. Canada didn't have a problem with this since he grew up with France and was used to it.

"Bloody frog you might scare the lad from your perviness!" England scolded.

"Non, Matthieu loves papa and I used to dress 'im up in cute dresses. 'e looked so adorible~"

"How does he not scare you away?" England asked Canada with pure sympathy.

Canada had no time to anser before France answered for him.

"Mon petite adores 'is papa~"

That caused England to yell at France for interrupting Matthew and the two began fighting again.

"This is going to be amazing!"

"I know, locking them in there will be hilarious."

"So far it seems they fight a lot. Perfect!"

"The cameras are set up and we'll get it all on tape!"

"Now lets sit and wait."

YESSSSSSSSSSSS. I love this I have about 3 pages of ideas for this.

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And did anyone notice that France uses a lot of squigles at the ends of his sentences?