This fic is pure crack. I know the idea of having all the nations living together has been used before, but those fics mostly involved just the Hetalia characters and I wanted to expand on the concept of having ALL the nations together. (I think the house is going to explode.) And so, here you go, a healthy dose of my brain-shit after weeks of grueling IB work.

"Sir, we can't go on like this. Sooner or later this debt merry-go-round will collapse and the economic world will plunge into peril! We must do something to reduce spending right now!"

"I like cheesecake~~ Ahem, I mean, of course! But how? If we cut spending some part of the population will riot, and if we increase taxes they'll riot anyways. We're trapped between a rock and a hard place."

"Ve~! Boss, boss, I just made a giant tower out of pasta! Wanna see?" cried Italy as he burst into the room.

The president and prime minister exchanged looks.

"Napolitano, I think I'm getting an idea…"

"This is all your fault, damn it!" Romano grumbled as he maneuvered the car through the narrow streets. Beside him, in the passenger's seat, Italy was fiddling with a zipper on his jacket. "If you hadn't gone and jumped in at that moment, we'd still have our houses right now! And, what's worse, th-the tomato b-bastard's b-boss decided t-to do the same th-thing and w-we're l-living together n-now…"

"Ve, it wasn't just Spain-niichan, I think! Doitsu's boss kicked him out too!"

Romano facepalmed. "Damn you, Veneziano…"

"But I like living with Doitsu! And don't you like being with Spain-niichan too?"

"Sh-shut up!"

They continued to their destination without another word. When the mansion came into view Romano suddenly braked. Italy squeaked as the seat belt rudely yanked on his shoulder. "Wait, what?" he muttered. "I thought we were supposed to live more frugally… Veneziano, what's going on?"

"I thought you told me to shut up, ve."

"Ugh. Fine, I don't want you to shut up, ve. Now tell me what you know."

Just then, another car drove past them and pulled into the driveway of the mansion.

"Was that…?"

"Ve, that person drove like England!" said Italy. "But that's not England's car…"

"What business do they have at this house?" Romano mused.

Another vehicle, a battered old minivan this time, passed them and drove into the driveway as well.

"What the heck…?" Romano eased his foot off the brake and followed them.

"I think I remember," said Italy. "Boss was talking with a lot of other bosses all around the world about his idea!"

"…Shit. That can't be good."

When they reached the front door they were promptly greeted by Spain. "Lovi! Ita-chan!" he chirped, hugging them. "You finally made it! Hey, guess what Lovi? We're sharing a room! Isn't that great?" He tried to hug Romano again but the Italian wriggled out of his grasp.

"What the hell is going on here, Spain?" he demanded. "Why are we living in this huge place when our bosses wanted to cut spending? Why the hell are they seizing our houses anyway? And what's with all the people who keep turning up here?" He gestured at the van. His eyes widened. "Oh shit."

Mexico, who had just popped out of the backseat, spotted Romano and cursed. "Fuck, why does he have to be here?"

The England-like driver stepped out. "Oy, mates, how's it going?"

"Papá~~~~~~" Mexico cried as he launched himself at the Spaniard. "I haven't seen you since the last world conference! I've missed you so much! You won't believe how mean America's being to me! Wah, I don't want to live under the same roof as him! Papá, you'll protect me right?"

Romano grabbed him by the collar and pried him off. "You little turd, get the hell off him!" he snarled.

Italy spotted someone inside the building. "Ve! Ethiopia!" He ran off, grinning.

Mexico pouted. "Why should I? You're the one who should back off!"

Australia blinked. "I haven't missed much, have I."

"Nope," said Honduras as she climbed out of the van. "They're still at it."

It was then that another car pulled up behind them and a twelve-year-old tumbled out, his hair and clothes a disheveled mess. "What the fuck, you shithead!" he was yelling at someone inside the vehicle. "Get away from me! I can comb my hair myself! Stop manhandling me, you jackass! You're the worst brother in the world! I hate you!" He stormed up the front steps and pushed past Romano and Mexico. "Hi Señor Romano. Hi Spain. Stop picking fights with people, Juan." He went into the house without a backward glance at the young man in the car who was staring at him in stunned silence.

"You little twerp!" Mexico called after him. "How dare you lecture me!"

Chile sighed as he began unloading the car. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Ecuador shrugged as he helped his brother. "At least he doesn't swear at you every time you see him."

"He does."

"Oh. My bad."

Romano and Mexico finally stopped fighting when Spain raced down the steps to hug the two South American nations. "Yamai! Pablo! Great to see you! How have you been?" He also jumped the two girls who got out of the car. "Guadalupe! Ayelén! Hooray, you're all here!"

Chile smiled. "It's nice to see you too, Dad," he said.

Romano's eye twitched. Damn that Spaniard and his giant horde of, as Brazil had put it, "demon spawn."

Mexico took off after him, whining. "Papá… Papá…"

"Hey! Bastard, stop right there!" Romano gave chase.

"Ah, geez, what's with all this fighting? We just got here!" said Croatia, covering his ears as the two started bickering again.

"Not to worry! The hero will save the day!" America announced, popping out of nowhere.

"…Where the hell did you come from?"

"England's tummy~~~~!" he replied as he raced to the rescue, pulling the Italian and the Mexican apart.

Croatia facepalmed. "Elizabeta, we're all screwed."

Hungary patted his shoulder sympathetically. "It's all right. We still have each other… and a whole house of horny homosexual bishounen to watch over, mwahahahahahahahahahahaha…"

Croatia sighed.

Speaking of homosexual, the Nordics had just arrived and Sweden was carrying Finland into the house like a newlywed. "Su-san, this is so embarrassing…" the smaller nation whined. "Please put me down…" But he was too scared to take action against the stoic blond.

The United Arab Emirates was busy praying to Allah to let him survive his tortuous stay in this hellhole. Qatar joined him shortly.

Bahrain was there too, but no one seemed to notice. Canada felt a twinge of pity for the tiny nation.

Indonesia was making up puns involving Iran's name and had to run for her life when the incensed Middle East country pulled a gun on her.

And Germany, who had been the first to arrive and had sat through all the chaos, finally snapped.

"LISTEN UP HERE, YOU [censored]!" he thundered, slamming his fists on the coffee table.

Silence rippled through the crowd. Everyone turned to the angry blond who was panting from his sudden outburst. Italy beamed, having finally found the nation, and began making his way toward him, but stopped abruptly when Germany started yelling again. "I want everyone seated in nice neat rows here in two minutes! Do you hear me? Move, move!" He lashed his fist about threateningly as the other countries fearfully obliged.

"Now," he said gruffly, when everyone had sat down and was listening intently to him, "As you all know, we've been relocated to this mansion to help beat the economic crisis—what?" he snapped as Mexico's hand shot up.

"Can I trade places with Romano?" the teenager said.

Germany sighed. "No."

"But I don't like sitting beside Venezuela! He's evil!"

Venezuela punched him.

"See?"

"Gott…Fine…" Germany froze when he saw Romano's murderous glare. "You can trade with my bruder instead." Prussia, sitting on the other side of Spain, scowled.

"What? Hey, no fair, West, I don't wanna sit next to that—"

Venezuela threw Mexico at him.

"Okay. There. Problem solved. Now. Let's move on." Germany felt his patience draining away like water in a sink. "I know that some of you," he gave Romano and Mexico a look, "don't get along well, but since we're all living under the same roof it's imperative that we make up some rules so everyone can get by. Holy— Panama, Colombia, stop necking! Good lord, what is wrong with you lot?"

Romano raised a hand. "What is it?" Germany muttered through gritted teeth.

"I don't get it. So, we've all been crammed under the same roof?"

"Isn't that what I just said?"

"And I assume our houses have been sold to generate revenue for the government?"

Germany nodded.

"And we don't even get a room to ourselves?"

"Unfortunately so."

"Oh hell! Pinch me, I must be dreaming! I don't wanna stay here with these creepy people! Spain! Spain! He's kidding, right?"

A sad look came across the Spaniard's face. "I'm afraid not…"

Romano burst into tears. "I hate economic crises!" Spain hugged him reassuringly, triggering an angry response from Mexico.

"Ve, I want to be roommates with Doitsu!" Italy latched on to the German's arm.

The crowd began murmuring. Some were loudly protesting their sudden change in housing, others were sizing up potential roommates, and a few were fighting off annoying people (as China was doing with South Korea). Germany groaned. Nations. Who knew they were so uncooperative?

It was right then that Russia entered, with the Baltics shuffling nervously behind him. "Sorry I'm late, da?"

Character overviews~~

You guys already know the canon ones so I'll just skip right to the fanmade characters.

Mexico (Juan Cortes Carriedo): a hyper 15-year-old who clings to Spain whenever they meet. Badmouths America all the time, and makes a sport out of sneaking over the border and booby-trapping the White House. He and Romano are constantly fighting for Spain's attention.

Ethiopia: Meh, not much to say about him. Haven't settled on anything yet.

Honduras: an outgoing, energetic girl, about the same age as Mexico. Likes to pull pranks on Guatemala and Nicaragua. It's rumored she and Mexico are dating, though they both deny this. The memory of Hurricane Mitch makes her cry.

Peru (Huayna Capac): 12-year-old, somewhat schizo boy who acts stoic most of the time, except towards his brothers Chile and Ecuador. Is suspected to have a sister complex.

Chile (Yamai de Valdivia): 18-year-old who makes it his duty to care for his other siblings, sometimes a bit too much. He and Peru have a love-hate relationship.

Ecuador (Pablo Atahualpa Carriedo): Chile's brother, somehow also the object of Peru's wrath. He, Chile and Argentina get along especially well.

Bolivia (Guadalupe Bolivar): Peru's older sister, a 16-year-old who enjoys dancing and designing clothes. Constantly teases Argentina.

Argentina (Ayelén de Cisneros): a soft-spoken, caring girl who is especially fond of Peru. Enjoys playing soccer and beating the crap out of her siblings and Latin American cousins.

Croatia: Hungary's friend, probably the only sane nation in all of Europe. Hangs out with Bosnia and Herzegovina (affectionately called Herzé).

United Arab Emirates, or UAE: Stoic nation going through an identity crisis due to all the immigrants in his country. He and Saudi Arabia are rivals.

Qatar: Mu, haven't decided much about him yet.

Bahrain: The Canada of the Middle East, due to his small size. Enough said.

Indonesia: Another one I haven't decided on yet.

Iran: Ditto.

Venezuela: Gung-ho South American who won't hesitate to use violence to make people behave. He and Guyana enjoy bothering Brazil.

Brazil: Not really mentioned in the first chapter, but as the only one in the continent who's not Spain's child, he detests them (calls them "demon spawn", remember?). The only thing he's not sullen about is Portugal.

Panama and Colombia: The fact that I decided to state them at the same time should indicate something...

The end~~

Notice how only some South American nations have human names so far. They're from another fic I'm working on...

If there are countries you would like included in here, let me know! It's so hard keeping track of all 200-something of them. You can expand on some of the nations listed above, or give me a brief synopsis of your idea and I'll work with it to the best of my ability. If I somehow managed to screw up their names or their relationships with one another (because I didn't do my research beforehand, hahaha)... oh man, I knew I shouldn't have typed this up at 2 in the morning. Your feedback will be much appreciated :3