I changed my mind on how the rest of the story will progress. Due to a bit of a writer's block. Hopefully it will not steer you away from the my story. I have a few other notes like this as well in my last two chapters so please don't get angry.

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France woke up with a terrible headache. He tried to sit up but it made his head worse. His vision swam all around, blurry and unfocused. It took a while for his vision to settle down and stop making him nauseous. He saw he wasn't the only one. England, America, Germany and Italy were lying on the moss covered ground all were unconscious. This is perfect, hohohohon. He pulled out a marker and began his mission. When, they wake up they will all be beautiful! Or maybe not…either way revenge was a sweet dessert best served cold.

Not long after he finished did the others begin to wake up. They all moaned and groaned rubbing their heads. It took a bit for their disorientation and queasiness to slow down. One by one they noticed France's "improvements" on their faces. Of course, America was the first one to voice it. France mentally rolled his eyes.

"Dude…England you have a moustache!" America shouted pointing at the Englishmen.

"So do you, America. Well, wait so does everyone except," England turned to France,

"France! What did you do, you stupid frog?"

"I 'ave made you all 'beautiful' honhonhon." France laughed," Now you all 'ave caterpillars latched to your faces!"

"Try something else France and I will crush you." Germany put simply. France smiled he had no doubt Germany would try. Oh yes, he believed Germany would certainly try. There was a possibility though that Germany would fail. If France wanted to he could be strong. Though caring was very rare for France.

All hungry they stood to search the crummy island for food. Germany was not too happy about his luck since apparently it always made him end up on an island. Now he was stuck not only with it Italy but with the others as well. How could he ever even think straight with their constant bickering? Couldn't these nations get a grip? Food was a little more important at the moment than petty squabbling. He for one found the perfect tree with many coconuts to eat. It was certainly better than starving.

"Would you all shut up? And help me get those coconuts for food? Or would you like to starve?" Germany ever the voice of reason broke through their quarreling. A hush had followed.

It was Italy who broke the silence, "I don't want to starve!" Italy quickly shimmied up the palm tree. Shrugging everyone did the same each collecting two to three coconuts each. It was starting to darken outside. Germany had leaded the way to a beach where it would be safer to camp at. Luckily, the island did not seem to be all that big.

"Here we will settle here." Germany demanded, "Now we need a fire." Ever the "hero" America set the fire surprisingly well and fast. The other five sat around the warm orange-red fire.

France though was mostly the target. He had no idea why people chose him to pick on. He always thought it was because they really couldn't just tell him that they liked him and thought they were friends as well as his love of love. Lately, he was beginning to doubt. England has been especially cruel to him that didn't mean the others weren't in on it either. It was if they all well and truly hated his guts. Why? What has he ever done to them but bring them fashions, love, and gifts?

"So France any new beautiful things you would like to sully? Like a child's precious innocence and childhood?" Well that was uncalled for. That was unnecessarily cruel! Is that what he thinks of me…what an insult!

"What? Why would I ever do such a thing! I am completely insulted!" France was way louder than even America when he drank 3 cups of coffee and 2 sacks of Halloween candy. Which granted him everyone's attention.

"Well isn't that what you do, frog?" Brittan eyed France suspiciously. No, never!

"Never! Zhat is too far even for moi!"

"Calm down, France." Germany sensed that France was not going to listen from what he was hearing and the way Italy was hiding behind him France was out for blood. Germany feared England maybe have truly gone too far.

France's hands couldn't stop shaking. The red blur wouldn't clear his vision. More and more violence was the answer to his rage not love.

"We all know it's true, France. There's no hiding it from us. After all you are making it obvious. You have not on once of subtly!" That was the last straw for France. He gave in to the violence.

Honhonhon…France stood taking a step towards England who was across from him. America stared in shock as well as Germany. It was clear he has snapped.

"France, you are being scary!" Italy cried. France ignored Italy. He was dead set on his target to strangle the life out of him once and for all. No more fighting he was going to end it. Now one will ever insult him like that again. That was a horrid thing to say even to him. One more step…

England had backed up a bit then thought better of it. He was not going to show that he was a bit afraid of France at this moment. There was now way France would actually hurt him. England glanced at America. Now he was afraid. America had a bit of genuine fear in his expression. If America was frightened he was done for.