The nations sat at the world meeting in Co-Cir-Cane-Northern America as the usual chaos went on. As such, no one noticed when England, who was, like always, attempting to strangle France, did the unusual. He released his hold on France's neck in favor of a large, old, dusty book and was suddenly wearing a hooded cloak. He got that crazy grin, you know, the one parents get when they start randomly laughing after their kids drive them nuts? Yeah, THAT one! Anyway, he started doing this creepy laugh-slash-chuckle thing and giving off this Russia-type aura which, of course, attracted everyone's attention.

"I've got you this time frog! Now, I'll never have to deal with your stupid arse ever again!" England said, real menacingly and creepy.

France, actually scared of Iggy for once, backed away. England then opened the book to a bookmarked page, closed his eyes, and began to chant,

[A/N; if you know where I got this, you get a cookie] "Aretnakartni anarotapnow anarazniw ardab artnas. Aretnakartni anarotapnow anarazniw ardab artnas!" [HINT; read it backwards]

England, who had started to glow half way through, snapped open his eyes, which where now just bright green lights, and stared directly at France. The floor at France's feet became a somewhat liquid-like quick sand, and he sank, along with the unfortunate nations that happened to stand within eight feet of him; Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Prussia, and Sweden. As he disappeared and England's eyes went back to normal, however, the floor around ALL the nations, including himself, also became a liquid quick sand, sending them all through the floor.

The nations woke up in a concert hall that looked like a huge school auditorium, but with better, velvet seats and much cleaner floors, sitting in the front most rows of plush seats. Most were trying to not puke from dizziness or sending England death glares, however some where finding out that their ankles had shackles keeping them in their chairs.

"What the hell is going on, tomato bastard?" Romano yelled at Spain.

Just then a piercing sound ran through the room and caused the nations to cover their ears as they all looked to the stage to see a tall, like SWEDEN tall, moderately proportioned girl [A/N; a guy at school called me that, but I don't know if it's a compliment or an insult] with choppy brown hair with red tips that went just past the tips of her ears, caramel brown eyes, and a cherry red piece of cloth tied to her wrist, which was currently holding a cordless microphone, standing next to one of the speakers with one of those America worthy smiles.

"Who are you, aru? Why are we chained to these seats?" China shouted.

The girl, who they assumed was 14, although how they knew that is beyond me, moved her mouth, then turned the mic over, flicked a switch, turned it back over, and said, "Hello my wonderful nations! So glad you could drop in! I'm Skyla, the technical manager!"

The nations turned to Germany, who rolled his eyes and stood up, being the official representative of the countries when dealing with these kinds of situations,-you could not believe how many times they've been kidnapped by fangirls-to ask, "Ze countries of ze vorld are inquiring vat ve are doing here und vat jou are ze technical manager of. (The countries of the world are inquiring what we are doing here and what you are the technical manager of.)"

"That's an excellent question, Herr Deutschland (Mr. Germany)! You are all here because, after Mr. England messed up his spell and you all landed here unconscious, my associates and I called all of your bosses from your phones and got them to let you all stay with me for the next two weeks or so!" Skyla announced, "And as to what I am technical manager of, why the two week concert you will be putting on for all your fangirls and boys, silly!"

Germany sat down like the rest of the nations in shock. Finally, after, like, ten whole minutes, they all started arguing and shouting protests. Skyla put the mic up to the speaker again to silence everyone.

This time, Japan was the one to stand up, since Germany was dealing with a whining Italy, who just cared about not having pasta. "I aporogize if I am dislespectfur, Skyra-san, but what if we lefuse to be apalt of youl show? (I apologize if I am disrespectful, Skyla-san, but what if we refuse to be apart of your show?)" [A/N; I noticed when he speaks English, not only does he change Ls to Rs, but Rs to Ls]

"You are perfectly polite 氏は日本 (Mr. Japan), so don't worry. If you refuse or try to leave, then these guys will help me keep you here!" She snapped her fingers and four men with enough muscle to put America to shame wearing black t-shirts with 'SECURITY' written on the front came in along with Switzerland, his t-shirt saying the same thing except the words 'CHIEF OF' written largely in silver sharpie above the original text.

"Switzerland, you traitor!" America shouted.

"I'm only doing this to keep you all away from Liechtenstein because she decided to help!" Switzerland said back, looking just as angry about being here as the rest of them.

"And we're so happy she did! We need all the help we can get! You all can go now. Bye Baschy-Waschy!" Skyla inputted and blew Switzerland a kiss as he left with the security guards. "Along with Switzy and Liechtenstein, Monsieur France, Herr Preußen, and Mr. Sverige (Mr. France, Mr. Prussia, and Mr. Sweden) will be helping as well!"

"HELP! THE AWESOMENESS HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"HEY, DON'T THEM HIM TO SHUT UP, HE'S AWESOME!"

"BUT HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET!"

"PLEASE SOMEONE HEL-MMPH!"

"I'LL SAVE YOU PRUSSIA!"

"OH NO YOU DON'T!"

The nations turned to the sound of voices coming from side-stage left, meaning the other side of the ginormous stage, in time to see two girls come out dragging another girl behind them by each of her legs. Holding one leg was a girl who looked like Skyla's carbon copy but with glasses, green instead of red and 15 years old, the other leg was held by another 15 year old girl who was a couple inches shorter then the other three, had long blonde hair, Spanish green eyes, which complimented her Spanish tan, and had a blue piece of cloth tied to her wrist, and the 14 year old being dragged was also tan, but in a more Asian way, and had long black hair, brown eyes, glasses, and wore a rainbow piece of cloth tied to her wrist. Green and Blondie dragged Asian over to Skyla, who waited patiently for Asian to stop clawing the floor in an attempt to go back offstage.

After Asian stood up, though she was still sniffling and pouting, Skyla spoke to the nations again, "And these special people are my closest friends, who will be doing the important things. Other than the music and the lights, because, you know, I'm doing the technical stuff."

Skyla handed the mic to Green so she could introduce herself. " 'Sup? I'm Angie, I'll be your director."

Angie handed it to Blondie. "Hey, My name is Izzy and I'll be the wonderful set designer."

Izzy elbowed Asian and handed her the mic. "Hello, name's Rei, costume designer, blah-blah-blah, may I go now? MY BABY NEEDS ME!"

Skyla sighed into the red headset she'd just put on, and handed a rainbow one to Rei, a green one to Angie, and a blue one to Izzy. "Yes, you ma-"

"I'M COMING GILLY-WILLY!" And she was gone.

"Can we take our husbands now?" Angie asked after picking up the headset Rei left on the stage.

"But of course," Skyla stuck her cloth tied left wrist out and Izzy and Angie put their cloth tied right wrists in as they all cheered, "GOOOOOOOOOO ANIME!"

Then Angie, Skyla, and Izzy jumped off stage and glomped Romania, Switzerland, and Spain respectively, screaming,

"VLADI-KINS!"

"BASCHY-WASCHY!"

"TONY-KINS!"

END PROLOGUE