Hi this is a one shot, so... yeah.

Kayle X

"HEY EVERYBODY! THE HERO HAS SOMETHING TO SHOW YOUUUUU!" Alfred screamed at the top of his voice, causing China's ears to bleed. The Asian nation screamed, desperately trying to keep the blood from going on his new uniform.

"I agree with America," Japan said, not really listening.

"Belaruuuus! Please stop now! It is meeting!" Russia shouted at his younger sister while hiding under the table. Belarus simply laughed manically, held back by Ukraine.

"Um, hello? Is anyone-" Canada was trampled by France being thrown across the room by England.

"You wouldn't know poetry if it slapped you in the face!" screamed the green eyed nation.

"Oh honhonhon baguettes I would, Angleterre," France cooed, swooping on the small nation who yelled and hit him in the face with a book.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UUUUUP!" roared Germany. China stopped stopping the blood coming out of his ears, Japan didn't do anything, Canada tried to get himself off the floor, England threw France to the other side of the table and sat down, Russia crawled out from underneath the table and Italy hung off Germany's arm.

"PAAAASTAAAA!" he cried happily, causing all the other nations to stare. Germany sighed, knowing that Italy did that to get the other nations to pay attention. Not that his shouting didn't work, of course.

"Hey, hey hey! Thaaanks, Germany!" America said cheerfully, taking over. "But guess what I have?"

"Another stupid plan to stop global warming?" a voice muttered- most likely England's.

"No way Jose! I have..." America held up a green book. "ENGLAND'S DIAAARY!"

England screamed in utter terror, his eyes going completely white, before trying to get over the table to America. "Give that back, you git! That contains my bloody private thoughts-" France held England back. "LET GO OF ME WANKER! YOU HAVE NO IDEA- MMMFFF!"

Russia, after saying goodbye to his sisters, had slapped a piece of tape over England's mouth. He smiled his childish smile. "Izvinite, (sorry) America. Do go on." He was quite curious as to what the diary held.

America laughed, then opened it to the first page. "January 1st! I set fire to the scones, I watch it burn as... I... touch... my... eyebrows...? What the hell?"

All of a sudden a picture-or rather an image, burst out of the book, of England in his kitchen. He was covered completely in flour, and was singing.

"I set fiiiiiiire, to the scones," he sang, not noticing the fire that was growing behind him on his ruined scones. "Watch them buuuuurn, as I touch my eyebroooo- AAAHHHHH!" his song finished with a scream as at that moment, he turned around and the flames were literally burning his eyebrows. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He ran out of the kitchen, screaming.

A boy (about 16) who was completely mint green except for his skin came running. He was wearing green bunny ears on his head. "MASTER! What's wrong?"

"MY EYEBROWS! MY EYEBROWS!"

"Wait, stop drop and roll! Stop drop and roll!"

England stopped, dropped and rolled. "Phew, thank GOD that's over!" His eyebrows were still perched on his head, not a single mark on him. The only thing that could tell a complete stranger that he had been on fire a few seconds previously was the smell of smoke wafting around him. The mint green boy sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"How are your eyebrows still there? How much hair is on those things?"

England huffed. "Excuse YOU! I trim these every week, thank you very much!"

The image faded. America was rolling around on the floor laughing his head off (Canada was doing it with him but no one noticed). Germany was staring bemusedly at the spot where the image had been. Italy had lost interest ages ago and was playing with a cat behind Germany. France had loosened his grip on England, also open mouthed, but England was trying to sink into the floor and disappear. The Communist countries and Japan simply raised their eyebrows, Russia letting out a little chuckle.

"Ahen...? Are you alright?" China said worriedly. He had noticed England frantically trying to sink into the floor. The red faced blonde looked up, but before he could answer, America had turned to the next page.

"January 2nd!"

Another image burst out. This time it was the Magic Trio and they were in England's house. Romania was sitting in a pink chair next to Norway, doing something on his phone. Norway was in front of the fire, hands brought together in front of his lips, staring into the red, angry flames. England was nowhere to be seen.

"You know when England's gonna turn up?" asked Romania to the silence. Norway shook his head.

At that moment, England walked in through the door. He was completely wet from head to toe, even though it wasn't raining outside. Romania sat up, slowly leaning away from his friend, and Norway opened his mouth.

"Unicorns," England said. "A helluva LOT of unicorns."

Norway nodded in understanding. "Anyway, America says your cooking sucks and Russia has extended a message for you to become one with him. Again."

"That's what you called me out here for? I have an army waiting outside!" England moaned, aghast. Romania jumped up excitedly, running to the window. He pulled back the red curtains, peering outside.

"Umm... Art?" He said, turning to face the nation.

"What? They aren't using their guns to make marshmallows again are they? Because if they are..."

"No, it's just that... No one's outside."

England, rather comically, dropped the cup of tea that had mysteriously materialized, trying to run to the window. However, he slipped on his tea, and with a girly shriek of terror, went down, arms waving. Norway nearly fell off his chair, laughing.

"Oh, Art... You sounded like such a little girl!" Norway gasped, tears coming out of his eyes. England pouted, crossing his arms forlornly.

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Uh guys... The army...?"

"Oh yeah!" England said, this time managing to run to the window successfully. Romania was right- there was no one there. "SHIIIIIT! I forgot my army!"

"How can you forget a whole army?!" Norway asked. "I mean, it's not like it's Canada..."

"ARGH! Where could they be, where could they be?" England ranted, not noticing Romania back away slowly from him. He paced up and down. "Oh my GOD! This is even worse than when I accidentally left a baby America in a nightclub!" He snapped his fingers. "The supermarket!" he ran out, the door slamming behind him.

Romania and Norway stared at the spot he was standing.

"He left America in a nightclub?"

"I'm beginning to see why he wanted independence..."

The image dissolved, and America turned accusing eyes on England. "You left me in a NIGHTCLUB?!" he yelled at his former mentor. England scoffed.

"No way! More like outside the nightclub... Alone... In the dark... With no one watching you... Wow, I am not making this any better for myself..."