Scenario: Japan ruins your haircut because it is karaoke night.

"Take THIS, America!" I yelled as I splashed all over my friend. America laughed heartily but suddenly stopped, staring right to the left of me in the pool. I glanced to my left, and quickly regretted it. The Franada in the room was starting to hurt, and I didn't want to have to watch my long-time crush, Canada, make out with France. That wouldn't be fun.

"BREAK IT UP, YOU TWO!" England screamed as he (thankfully) pulled France off of Canada. Canada began to mumble, and then suddenly burst into tears and ran into England's arms.

"I was s-so scared..." I heard Canada stutter. "Thank you..." I frowned and kicked France in the crotch. Laughing, I walked away from him to Canada. His hair was everywhere and his cheeks were tear-streaked.

"It's okay, Canada," I whispered, pulling him into a hug. His face grew redder, but I didn't see why. "Canada?" I murmured. "I've loved you for a long time. Will you accompany me to karaoke night tonight?" He suddenly began to mutter incomprehensibly.

"Yeah..." I could hear. I smiled widely and kissed Canada on the lips quickly and shortly. I walked away into the locker rooms of the local pool to dry myself and change.

All day, I had found myself daydreaming about the time that I would get to see Canada. Curse our different neighborhoods! I glanced at the clock, and nearly jumped out of my skin. It was seven thirty. I had one hour to go until karaoke! I leaped up and ran to my room. This was going to be some extreme makeovering.

A half hour later, I came out of my room in a red t-shirt with a maple leaf on it and jeans. I had black high-heeled boots on. But the best part was my hair. I styled it like Usagi from Sailor Moon, only in one bun and my side bang hanging over my right eye. I was all ready to go.

Japan planned to pick me up and take me there. I didn't have the vision for driving unless I decided to wear my glasses or contacts full-time, which I was far from ready to do. I walked out the front door, and Japan pulled up almost instantly. He rolled down his window as I approached the car. "Your hair looks like Usagi-chan," he noted kindly. I nodded, grinning, and climbed into the passenger's seat. The ride was done in silence; neither of us talked. That is, until Japan decided to mess with my outfit. "You really should have dressed like Usagi-chan," he laughed. I laughed as well.

"Well, I don't have the right cosplay," I replied through my giggles. Japan sighed and nodded, still smiling. I turned towards him and the most insane thing happened.

Japan stuck one hand out and, without even looking, styled my hair exactly like Usagi. I gasped and brought my hands up to the two buns on my head. "JAPAN!" I wailed. Japan just kept driving without even glancing in my direction. "YOU RUINED IT!"

"I think it looks better," he replied simply. Soon after that, we arrived at the karaoke place (or bar, take your pick). Canada was waiting for me at a table in the corner.

"Oh no, he's gonna hate me, he's gonna hate me..." I repeatedly murmured to myself. I slowly approached Canada, but I was still far enough away so he couldn't see my hair. I finally stood in front of him, looking down in embarrassment.

I only heard Canada's next words before I fainted and Canada caught me while squealing in glee.

"SWEET MAPLE, USAGI-CHAN'S GOT MY FLAG ON HER SHIRT!"

A/N: What is this I don't even- yeah. Usagi is Sailor Moon. Avoiding confusion. Well, congrats on being able to reach the end of this fic.

Rose :)