It is 4:30 in the morning right now, and my biffle is over and she and I composed a Hetalia crack-fic. Our abundant love for Germany/Italy is obvious. Have fun~

Kumquats and nosebleeds...*hides behind her awkward turtle* WHAT! You've never seen a yaoi addicted girl before. Hater.

Disclaimer- WE DO NOT OWN HETALIA... OR TWISTER.


Canada quietly pushed the door open, so just a crack was showing, and looked through. "H-Hello? I'm Canada… fo-for America-san's party?" America rushed to the door, slamming it open, and started to make a large hand gesture before collapsing his hands and asking, "Who are you?"

"I'm C-Canada. You know? Little brother…" Canada looked up at America with his big purple eyes. "Can I come in?" he asked, hugging his stuffed bear tighter. America let Canada in so he could greet the two new guests standing behind him.

"Ve! America, I brought the pasta!" Italy said enthusiastically. He was holding on to a big bowl of spaghetti in one hand and tugging on Germany's jacket with the other. America nodded. Germany followed Italy as they went in, only mumbling a short "Guten tag," to the big-headed twit throwing the party.

As America began closing the door, he heard loud arguing from outside. "This is bollocks! All of it! Don't make me go in there! NO! Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"Hey! It's England! What's up, dude?" America asked. "You brought France with you!"

England grunted as France pushed him inside. Japan seemed to appear out of no where behind them. "Ko'nichiwa." Japan bowed, then entered.

"Yeah! Everyone made it! And that one guy, too!" America did a series of fist pumps, then closed his door.

"Um…Alfred," Germany spoke. "Italy has informed me that you only have Twister in your game closet."

"Oh, ya!" America laughed. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well you see, the other day Russia came over and kinda stole…everything, except Twister."

"Why Twister?"

"I have no idea, man. Just go along with it." America shrugged. He pushed Germany aside. "Alright, so who wants to play some Twister!"

"Oh! Me! Pick me!" Italy waved his hand back and forth and jumped. He ran to Germany. "Doitsu! Doitsu! Please come play with me!"

"Italy, don't beg. You know I don't like it when you beg." Germany stated, he never was able to resist Italy's pleads. As Italy started to make puppy eyes at him, he got all mushy. "Alright! But only one round!"

"Yay!" Italy glomped Germany then dragged him towards the Twister mat.

All of the countries (as in Italy, England, France, Germany and Canada) were ready to play. Japan just sat in a corner eating his tiny bowl of Ramen, while America jumped up and down saying "Party! Party! Party!"

Canada spun the needle. "Right hand, red," he announced. They all put their right hands on red. "Left hand, blue,"

"No, silly, that's your right hand," Germany corrected Italy. He took his hand and put it in the right place.

"Thanks, Diotsu!" Italy said. Germany blushed.

"Right leg, yellow." Canada spoke. France found himself splaying his leg over England. He looked down at the country underneath him. "Excusez-moi, mon chou peu d'amour," France laughed creepily and smiled his signature smile.

"What did you say to me, you bloody frog! Damn it, Alfred, this party is bollocks!" England exclaimed, squirming underneath the French pervert. He shoved France off of him. They both fell flat on the ground.

"Germany! You fell too that means that you're out!" Italy squealed. "I win!" Italy jumped up and down. "Yay! Diotsu, I think that means I get a hug?"

"Nein."

"Buh-but. I won!" Italy's bottom lip quivered. He put his hands out towards Germany.

"Don't beg!" Germany yelled. He averted his eyes away from Italy, until he heard Italy crying. "I-I'm sorry. Forgive me, please. Feliciano," he grabbed Italy's chin and tilted it up.

"Of course!" Italy replied, happy once more. He hugged Germany tightly, his ahoge bouncing.

"Ew, dude. Bromance," America laughed.