America sighed in frustration as he watched a large number of nations in his living room. Why his living room? To make a long story short, the other nine nations, (he had let Canada stay over at his house), had been staying at a hotel nearby. However England had tried to use the microwave in his room, almost burning down the whole building. This caused him to get kicked out the hotel, along with France, who had been rooming with him. Italy and Romano had been rooming together, but had been kicked out because Romano had cussed out one of the chefs in the hotel for forgetting to add tomatoes to his dinner. Italy was kicked out because he was rooming with him. Germany had been rooming with Prussia. Prussia got drunk and started to sing German opera at the top of his lungs. Germany had left the hotel of his own free will, taking his brother with him to avoid trouble. Japan had been rooming with China. China had thrown a fit about the Chinse food they had ordered, and had stormed out of the hotel, dragging Japan with him for some reason. Russia had been kicked out of the hotel for being too creepy. So, having nowhere else to go, they all ended up on his doorstep. (America suspected they were all too cheap to find another hotel.)

"This sucks." Prussia grumbled. The others nodded in agreement.

"It's not our fault, America's people just can't figure out how to handle problems without being rude." China sniffed.

"I didn't have to let you in. If you're so unhappy, I can let you sleep on my porch tonight. That will teach you to appreciate my hospitality." America snapped. America was at the end of his rope. He was the one that had set up all of the rooms, go out shopping for food, and had to listen to the other nations whining for the last three hours. To say the least, he was in a rather foul mood. If his brother hadn't helped him out, he would have exploded.

"I am sorry America. I didn't mean to be rude by showing up out of the blue." Japan said, bowing his head in apology.

"Forget about it." America sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Do you guys want to watch a movie or something?"

"Sure, what movies do you have?" England asked.

"Oh god, here we go." Canada sniggered as he watched his brother look smug.

"Well, I may have a few movies. Follow me." America said. Curious, the other nations followed him over to a door on the other side of the room. America threw it open, and they saw a huge room with shelves that reached from the floor to the ceiling, filled with movies.

"This is amazing!" Italy gasped, looking around the room.

"Just how many movies do you have?" France asked.

"I don't know. I stopped counting a few years ago." America said, beaming with pride. "I have movies from all over the world. Some of them are banned, but I have my ways of getting them. The middle shelves are movies from around the world, ordered by country in alphabetical order. The shelfs on the right side of the room are action, mystery, and horror. The movies on the left side are the other types of movies. Take a look."

"Do you have the movie Captivity?" Russia asked, looking hopeful.

"Yes, but I don't feel like having nightmares tonight." America muttered.

"America, what is the shelf in the middle of the room?" Germany asked. America smiled, and walked over to the shelf. He wore a look of pride, almost like a father with a kid.

"These, my friend, are the Disney movies." America said. "Sure, not all of them are good, but man I wouldn't trade these for all the money for the world. I still miss the Disney. He was a great guy." America said sadly. Canada put a hand on his brother's shoulder, and gave him a warm smile.

"I have an idea, why don't we each pick out a Disney movie." Romano said, looking over the movies. "I have a few favorites in here." He glanced over at America. "Not that I mean anything by that. I just like the movies."

"Good idea." Italy said. I think I'll watch Pinocchio.

"I'll pick Bambi then." Romano said.

"Man, you just want to break our hearts don't you?" America laughed. "I'll pick Fantasia."

"I want to watch The Lion King." Canada said, pulling the movies off the shelf as the names were called out.

"Hey, Snow White. I love that story." Prussia said. The other nations stared at him. "What, it's super awesome! Don't judge me!" Prussia said, looking around proudly.

"Whatever you say brother." Germany said, rolling his eyes. "I'll watch Sleeping Beauty. At least the dragon was cool."

"Oh, Alice in Wonderland!" England cried in delight. "I loved the book!"

"Beauty and the Beast! That was one the best! I shall choose this one." France said cheerfully.

"I want to watch The Hunchback of Notre Dame." Russia said.

"What, you don't want to watch Anastasia?" America asked.

"That movie is a disgrace. I refuse to even look at it. If you speak of it again I will destroy your copy." Russia said, glaring at America. "Plus, The Hunchback of Notre Dame was a very good story."

"Ok, ok." America said, raising his hands up in surrender.

"I want to watch Mulan." China said. "It was very well done."

"I will pick The Little Mermaid." Japan said.

"Ok!" America said happily. "But I have one request. I want to watch my movie last. Other than that, why don't we go in order of when the movies were made?"

"Alright, let's watch the movies!" Prussia said, walking back into the living room. The others followed, and all sat down on the couches.

"Alright. Snow White was the one of the first movies ever made by Disney, so that one is first." America said as he put in the DVD. "Get ready for the first movie."

A/N: Well, that was a long chapter. I was originally going to make this a short story chapter for one of my other stories. But then I thought, "Hell, this is Disney, I either go big or go home!" So, enjoy my first ever attempt at a long story for Hetalia. I do not own Hetalia or Disney. (Even if I want them both.)