Fumu, Bun and their friends were in the fields as usual, playing football with Kirby and kicking him.

All of a sudden, the ball flew off from a rather hard penalty by Bun.

"Oops! I'll get that sis!" the boy called as he watched the ball go for the forest.

But just as he turned, there was a strange whap sound, and then an exclamation of pain followed by something along the lines of 'Verdammen Sie es!'

"Did you hear that, sis?" Bun asked.

Fumu put down her book and nodded. "Someone's in there. Um... Sorry! Did we hit you with the football?"

There was a rustling sound, and a brown haired man ran out, rolling the ball around in a childish way. A weird curl of hair whisped from the centre of his forehead and to the side and he was dressed in a sort of military uniform. It bounced as he moved.

"Deutschland!" he called. "Deutschland! There isn't a forest anymore... Huh?"

The man looked towards the children and Cappies, who were staring at him. His eyes were sort of closed, like he was tired or had a squint.

"Huh...?" he asked. "Germany... I see people here..."

A smile spread on the man's face despite his confused first impression.

"Hello!" he said to the children, bouncing nearer. "My name's Italy, or Veneziano to my family and friends. Who are you?"

Before Fumu could reply to him, a tough looking blond man with piercing blue eyes and loads of twigs in his hair stumbled out of the forest. Following him was another, slightly smaller guy in a formal white suit with shoulder decor and dark eyes and hair. The latter person had a very blank and mysterious look, like Meta Knight on a bad day.

"Germany! Japan!" Italy called to them. "I've found locals we can talk to!"

The blond guy looked at the children. "Where in the name of my crazy boss's sister are we?!"

"Popstar, Dreamland," Bun replied quickly.

"Eh?" The Aryan man looked confused.

"You don't know where this is?" Iroo asked in disbelief.

"Iroo, I'm scared..." Honey whimpered. "He's too tall..."

Japan looked about. "This is a fine mess you have us in Italy... My name's Japan or Honda Kiku, by the way. He's Germany or Ludwig, depending on how friendly you are with him."

Germany glared at Japan. "Indeed it is. Now, we're in a bit of trouble here, so..."

"AHA! The hero America has found our enemy!"

A whole new entourage came into the field. First was a blond man with glasses, then another blond with thick eyebrows and green eyes. A tall man dressed in thick clothing came next with yet another blond who looked like a man but with girly looks. Finally came a dark haired man carrying a wok, ladle and panda on his back.

"Surrender now, Axis Powers!" the (apparent) leader with glasses demanded. "America and his troupe will win this war!"

"What war?!" Fumu asked, looking panicky.

"China, GO!" the bushy eye-browed man yelled, pointing at the three who's been there first.

"Don't steal my fire England!" America yelled. "That was my line!"

Whatever that was about, the person with the wok and panda stanced with his cooking utensils and focused a hard stare on the Axis Powers.

Germany drew his gun, Japan a katana and Italy a white flag.

"Let's not fight in front of the kids!" Italy pleaded.

China scowled and Italy went into his surrendering pata-pata-pata-pata-pata mode.

"Die Axis Powers!" China yelled, charging forth.

He lunged at Germany with his wok, jumped back to swipe with the ladle, then another swing of his ladle so fast Germany staggered and was felled with a quick wok-head contact.

Japan blocked the ladle, but China's wok quickly knocked him back and down in one hit.

"Waaah! Please don't hit me China-san!" wailed Italy, waving his flag madly. "I'll do anything! Just don't hit me!"

All of a sudden, his curl wafted and there was silence.

Germany and Japan regained consciousness and looked in the direction of the disturbance.

"P-Panda!" China said.

"Poyo poyo!" Kirby cheered, patting the black and white bear which had come over to him. The panda sniffed him and squeaked happily.

"Poyo!" Kirby giggled, as the creature began to lick his outstretched paw. "Poyo poy!"

"Stay away from my panda!" screamed China, snatching up his pet. "He's endangered species, you pink ball thing!"

Kirby blinked, then poyoed, then started to cry.

China looked down at the puffball and immediately felt sorry for his actions.

"I'm sorry little creampuffy animal!" he apologised, getting down on his knees. He held out the bemused panda. "You play with panda. It's OK."

Kirby looked up, tears subsiding. "Poyo..."

Italy put his white flag into his jacket and knelt too, smiling at Kirby.

"Look, little puffball!" he said, taking the panda by the scruff and putting it into Kirby's arms. "China-san wants to be your friend by letting you play with his in bianco e nero degli animali! He's being nice person!"

Kirby cuddled the panda and giggled, smiling. He cuddled up to China, and then Italy with equal pleasure.

Fumu, Bun and the Cappy children's jaws seemed to hit the floor at this bizarre sight.

America fixed his glasses up and harrumphed.

"Another attack failed..." the girly looking man sighed. "Oh well, let's retreat."

"Don't be stupid, France!" America yelled, clouting him. "We're on a different planet! Not even Tony knows where we are, or he would've called me!"

"Uh..." Fumu waved her hand a bit to get all of the countries' attentions. "Hi... whoever you guys may be. I'm Fumu, by the way. This is Bun my brother, and these are our friends Honey, Iroo and Hohhe. And this is Kirby, who's playing with you panda..."

Kirby waved and poyoed. He let the panda go and it ran back to its owner, squeaking happily.

"Well, Fumu," America said, standing straighter to look taller. "I'm America, or Alfred Jones and I am the leader of the Allied Forces, who are these guys." He pointed to his gang. "Big brother England, tall guy Russia, the 'romantic guy' also known as France and of course, China! And they are the Axis Powers whom we are fighting against, so could you be ever so nice and run home before Germany shoots you."

"I never said I'd shoot anyone!" Ludwig screamed, jumping up. "If you've got a problem, be a man and we shall fight till Hölle comes out of the abyss!" Germany raised his fists and growled.

"Never!" America responded. "China! Attack him again!"

"... Hold on."

China was lying on his front next to Kirby, who was playing peek-a-boo with his panda around him. Italy was also sitting there, providing another hiding place for the panda.

"China! Stop fooling around! Attack the damned Fritzel already!" England yelled, jumping up and down.

"No!" China turned his back to his allies. "I'm busy aru!"

Japan walked over to Italy and poked him.

"Come on Italy-kun," he said. "Germany has found someone to talk to."

In the corner of the field, Dedede's car was parked and Germany was standing, talking to the king.

"You sound like my crazy boss," the Aryan man commented. "He calls himself the Great Dictator."