HELLO AGAAAAIIIINNN!

I haven't gotten any reviews, except one (thanks btw) so I'm just going to do this now because I'm so anxious to writer this chapter *bounces in chair* and then edit it later. like the weirdo I am!

So, let's continue on with it then!

So let me tell you how this is going to work now so you don't get confused later (and I will include a recap of this part at the start
of every chapter):
There are 2 Wal-Marts (or a Wal-Mart and another store). Each day, two of them go and do their list in one of them (exceptions explained later). The thing is that each day, a different combination of them goes together. For this first chapter, I made it so they get mixed up by accident instead of on purpose. This should be interesting. Other than those details, it'll pretty much be like every other "333 ways to get kicked out" fanfic you've read. But that's what makes it interesting.
Also, a heads up for you, Melvin and Ryou do appear in this too. Unfortunately, and let me say that I'm not a cruel author and I am very anti-deathshipping *shudders*, they WILL appear together in the same scene at some point. I hate when that happens, but it will so we all have to deal with it.
I have this cool "notes" thing that's just like a post-it or a piece of paper with a note on it for someone else, but it looks really cool the way I do it. And I have a music notes thing for the points when someone sings. And I make up email addresses for them. But they aren't real so don't try them.
As for the chapters, it goes by 20's. Everyday, they do 20 of the things on the list, so the chapters might be a bit long. And it goes in intervals of 5, 10, or 20, depending on who is at the current store. And a new thing happens at each 100 mark. (A little spoiler example: Melvin and Ryou will appear somewhere after the 100 mark, and then not anymore after the 200 mark.)
For the most part, it is told from the POV of England or Bakura when not in the store, and by whoever is doing the current item on the list when they are.
As one pair does a set of items, the other pair is doing the same set at the same time.
Certian items will either be skipped or done by a Steve. Some of the skipped items will be done in a group of 4 instead of 2. Those items will be saved for when the four of them are in the same store.
One of the items requires being in Target. This will happen.

I already have planned who will do what from 1-200.

In this chapter, we will merely be waking up our characters and getting them to the Wal-Mart(s).
AND! I decided to have Marik sing! Because he likes doing that and it pissed Bakura off. Which is funny according to the world.

ANYWAY!

Let's get to it!

ENJOY~!


~At the hotel~

"Bakuurraaa~..." *nudge.*

"Mmphf..."

"Bakuuuuuuurrrraaaaa~..." *nudge nudge.*

"Urrrngghg..."

"Bakuuuuuuuuuurrraaaaaaaaaaaa ~..." *nudge nudge nudge.*

"Urgnghrgh... grrogh amrghay..." *mumble*

"Bakura wake the [EFF!] up!" Marik shouted.

"Huh! What the bloody hell?!" Bakura woke with a start and looked around. When he saw Marik standing over him, he groaned and layed back down, covering his head with the blanket. "Marik leave me alone."

"No! Wake up, Kitty."

Bakura shot up at the name and stared at Marik, his hair messed up a bit from sleeping. "Don't call me that! I am not a kitty!" He looked at the clock on the side table next to him. It read 7:05.

"Well you look like one. Your hair is so fluffy. But it's kinda messed up now."

"What?" Bakura jumped out of bed and pushed Marik aside on his way to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror at his messed up and fluffy(er) hair. He quickly brushed it back to normal before Marik could make fun of him more. "So why did you wake me up so early" He exited the bathroom and saw that Marik had placed a piece of paper on his bed. He examined it and saw that Marik had handwritten the list on a piece of paper. It was numbers 1 though 20. Marik was probably going to show him more when they got back.

"I woke you up so we could get a head start on this list. Come on, hurry up. I'm courteously letting you use the bathroom first because I know that I will take much longer."

"Then why didn't you just do it before you rudely woke me up?" Bakura asked obviously.

"Because I can."

"Whatever." Bakura went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and whatever stuff like that. When he was done, he exited and Marik went right in after.

Half an hour later, Marik came out again.

"I was wondering what took you so long," Bakura said with a grin on his face. he was on his bed reading some fo the list and noting which ones he actually thought he would be willing to do. Which weren't many. He would somehow make Marik do most of them.

"Anyway, let's have breakfast and then get out of here," Marik said.


~At America's house~

"At least it's not McDonald's..." England said as he shoved a fork full of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"You're welcome," America said to him. "For the awesome hero-made food! Also, we won't be making any stops on they way there."

England stopped mid-chew and swallowed in surprise. "On our way... where?" he asked.

"Dude, don't tell me you forgot! We're going to Wal-Mart! The list?"

"Oh..." he had forgotten about it for a few minutes there. He had hoped America had bluffed about it. Apparently not."Why do you want to do this anyway?"

"Becaaauuseeee~!" America walked over to England and put an arm around him. "It's funny! And it gives us some bro-bonding time! It's something fun for us to do. Like I said, you've been too stressed out and irritated lately. You need a break."

That was true... But still... "I understand that... But why would you torment your own citizens with some stupid prank-list? And why would you mess with your own business? Won't that actually affect you..?"

America . "See what I mean? Just relax, dude! The hero has this all under control."

"And how exactly is that?"

"Easy, there are other Wal-Marts! So business won't be affected. And I know my people. They can handle it. It's not like we're terrorizing a whole state or anything; only a store. You really need to relax, I've planned this all out."

England thought about what he said and relaxed. "Fine. But don't blame any big problems with your stupid plan on me."

America cheered up. "Alright! Thanks dude."

"By the way... what do you mean by 'there are ither Wal-Marts'? You mean that if the customers are driven out, they'll just go somewhere else? How far away is this other Wal-Mart that makes you so sure everything will be alright?"

"Well since you asked..." America hesitated before continuing. "Actually I'll tell you later. You'll see when we get there."

"Ugh..." England knew America wouldn't let up, stubborn as he was. He had the whole thing planned out, and would drag him along with it.

But England was used to this kind of stuff from him.

"Anyway... Hurry up and finnish breakfast! Then get ready to go. We're leaving right away." America wolfed down whatever food was on his own plate, which England hadn't even noticed being there, and then got up to get ready himself.


~At the hotel~

"You know, Marik, you never did mention how we're going to get there," Bakura said to Marik as they walked.

"Bakura, haven't you been paying attention to anything? I'm surprised."

"What do you mean?" Bakura asked.

"You'll see," Marik said, smiling at him.


~America's house~

"So, are you ready to go?" America asked.

England looked up from his book. He sighed and pouted. "Yeah, I guess." Despite America's claims that he was joking, he really was forced to borrow some of America's clothes. So now he looked like an ordinary citizen. An ordinary American citizen. He sighed again and stood up and headed for the door.

America held up his hand to stop him. "Hold on, dude. Take this first." He handed England the first page of the 333 ways list. "Study this in the car so you can figure out which ones you want to do. Because you are doing some of them. And you take a pen too." He handed England a pen to cross stuff off with. "Don't drop or lose it or something. It's the only copy we're using."

"Sure, of course I won't," England said as he walked out of the house, reading the list.

The both left. America locked the door behind them and they both entered the car.

"Now let's blow this taco stand!" America shouted. He turned on the car, backed out of the driveway, and started driving towards Wal-Mart.

England looked back at the house that was getting farther and farther away by the second. He sighed. No turning back now. What did I get myself into?


~In the hotel parking lot~

"See, Bakura?" Marik gestured to the vehicle behind him. It was his motorcycle. "Seriously how did you not notice I was bringing it with me?"

It was after breakfast and the two were standing in the parking lot, ready to go to Wal-Mart. Bakura was the one holding the list.

Bakura stared at it. It was true. Usually he would be observant enough to notice that Marik had managed to bring his motorcycle with him. But he hadn't been paying attention. Also... "No, I didn't. Probably because I wasn't paying attention, but also probably because I don't care."

"Well you should care. Because this is the only way we're getting to Wal-Mart." There were two helmets on it. Marik's and the one Bakura uses. "Unless you want to take yours."

Bakura was confused. "Mine? My what?"

"Your bike."

"What?"

"You could take your lame-ass bicycle, or ride on my awesome-and-sexy motorcycle. Take your pick, Bakura." As he said this, he pointed a few feet away to a bicycle that was standing there.

"Marik, that's not mine." Bakura said plainly, facepalming.

"W-What?" Marik asked confusedly.

"It looks familiar though..." Bakura said. Then he realized something. "Oh, Marik, that's not really mine. Well it is, but I don't use it."

"What?" Marik was still confused.

"It's not mine, it's-" He got cut off and his mind went all wierd.

"Mine!" Bakura said in a different voice. Actually it wasn't really Bakura. "Thanks for bringing it here, Marik," Ryou said as he walked up to his bicycle and put a hand on the handlebars.

"Oh great," Marik said disappointed. Oh great, his hikari is back. "Hi Ryou."

"Hi, Marik. By the way, where are we?" Ryou asked confusedly looking around. "Did my Yami-" He was cut off mid-sentence and his eyes glazed over. His appearance changed as Bakura took over again.

"Stay in there you little runt!" Bakura said to his Millenium Ring.

Somewhere in his soul room, Ryou sat sadly in a chair. "Yes, Yami."

"Well that was wierd. Anyway, Bakura are we going to take my motorcycle or are you using Ryou's bike?"

"Well I don't want him being too happy that he gets to use his vehicle, so I guess I'll just share yours."

Marik smiled triumphantly. "Okay then! Come one, Kitty! Let's blow this taco stand! OW!"

Bakura had smacked Marik on the back of his head. "Not a kitty," he said.

Marik rubbed his head even though Bakura hadn't hit that hard. "Well anyway, let's go." He put on his helmet and handed Bakura the other one.

He got on the motorcycle and waited for Bakura to get on.

Bakura reluctantly got on the motorcycle behind Marik. He put the helmet on, squashing his hair down so it would fit. He forced his thoughts to the items on the list and which ones he would do, so he wouldn't think about other things. Then he started hoping Marik wouldn't start singing along to the radio.

(Unfortunately for the thiefshipping fans,) Bakura is Bakura, so he's awesome enough to not have to hold on to Marik while on the motorcycle, and he just sat upright with his arms folded and his "I'm bored out of my mind" and "I don't care" faces on at the same time.

Marik started the motorcycle and rode out of the parking lot. He turned the radio on. A few seconds later, Bakura heard him singing along to the song that had just come on.

o/` o/` o/` o/` o/` o/`
Biker they tell me
You're a dangerous lover
Well that might be true
Oh,
but I'd never ride with another

Maybe they've never had their arms around

anything so wild and free

You bring the biker out in me

I
can't understand it
Why people give you grief
You play the one-armed
bandit
Like and outlaw with a belief...
o/` o/` o/` o/` o/` o/`

Bakura facepalmed and tried to deal with the singing for once. It didn't work. "Shut up Marik," he said, loudly enough to be heard.

"Well, someone is jealous of my beautiful singing voice!"

"Just keep going and shut up."

"Whatever." But he stopped singing and kept driving.


~On the road, some distance away from Wal-Mart~

"Anyway, America. Is there some place-"

"Dude, I told you to call me Alfred for the whole time. You need to get used to it. And so do I. Arthur."

"Why can't I just call you America now and Alfred in the store?"

"Because you need to get used to it. Like if for example you're doing one of them and you really get yourself in dep shit and stuff, you might be so scared that you accidentally go 'America! Oh, America help me!' And then people would think stuff."

"Wha- Why would I be scared?! And why would I ask you for help?! I can deal with what ever happens just as good as you can!"

"Well I am the hero so you might need saving!"

England shook his head at America's stupid logic. "Whatever, Alfred. Anyway, as I was saying. Is there some place that we are going to have to meet or put the list away or to retreat to when things get really serious?"

"Haha! No, of course not! The hero needs no place to retreat to. But you can make up a place to go to if you need to hide or something, so I know where I can find you."

"Hey, that's not what I meant."

"I know what you meant. Well if things get really bad, we can retreat to just inside the other Wal-Mart and wait out the storm"

Again with this other Wal-mart? "Alfred, where exactly is this other Wal-Mart. How close by is it?" England asked.

"You'll see," America said suspiciously as he stopped at a red light.

England sighed and looked out the window. He stared boredly at everything untill someone on the vehicle next to them caught his eye.

There were two men on a motorcycle. They appeared to be talking. The one in front was dressed sort of effeminately. The one behind him, impressively not holding on to anything for support, looked somewhat familiar. Well, it seemed more like England simply knew him or knew of him than actually being familiar with him. He brushed the idea aside, thinking that it didn't have any significance.

The light turned green and the motorcycle sped ahead. But not before the guy in the back turned to face england a bit, as if he knew someone was staring at him. Their eyes didn't actually meet, but England saw his face. England didn't recognize him, but still felt a sense of familiarity. Probably just one of my citizens who lived in the US, England hypothesized. Nothing uncommon. He turned his attention back to the list in his hand and lightly marked some of the ones he would be okay with doing with the pen.

~Meanwhile~

Marik and Bakura had stopped at the red light. Bakura looked at the street name to determine where they were.

Last night, Marik had looked at some maps online to find where the nearest Wal-Mart was. Bakura also had studied the map, so he now knew how far away they were from the store.

Bakura had also decided that if he felt like going off on his own, he would be able to get to Wal-Mart without Marik. And since Marik had brought Ryou's bicycle with them, that would be easier.

"Bakura, do you still have the list?" Marik asked.

Bakura glanced toward his front pocket, where he had the paper folded up. It was still there. "Of course I do," he replied. "I'm not stupid to have lost it already."

"Good because it took me friggin forever to write that all out by hand. I'm not writing it out again. Wasted almost all the paper I have. I have only like two sheets of loose leaf left."

"Why didn't you just print it it out before we left Japan?"

"Because I didn't have any ink left in the printer."

"Pretty poor planning, if you ask me."

"Well I didn't ask you, did I? Look, just shut the [EFF!] up and hold onto that list okay?"

"Ugh. Fine," Bakura said. He glanced at the paper sticking out of his pocket again. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he noticed a guy from the car next to them staring at him. He turned his head to check, but the light turned green before he could make eye contact. He and Marik sped away before he could make out any details.

Bakura decided to shake it off. He probably was just as bored as Bakura was, and had simply been randomly staring out the window.

He turned his thoughts back to the events to come. One of the few things that would make this experience enjoyable for him would be if the Pharaoh was there and they could do some of the list on him. Such as number three... And it would be awesome if he could get some of it on camera. Bakura wouldn't let himself get in the shot, but it might be fun to embarrass Marik when he was doing some stuff. He didn't have a camera though. Oh well.


~On the road, five minutes away from Wal-Mart~

America and England were about five minutes away. England perked up a bit, sensing from America's expression that they were close.

He turned to the window again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar-looking motorcycle approaching. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the same two riders pull up next to the car again, then briefly speed ahead of them.

Maybe we're going to the same place? he wondered.

Marik and Bakura were also five minutes away. Bakura noticed their location and became more alert, knowing that they were almost there.

As they sped up, Bakura noticed a familiar-looking car next to them. As they passed it, he noticed that it was the same car that he had noticed before. And through the window, he saw the same person looking out again.

Either they're following us or we're all just going to the same place, he thought. He mentally wished them luck, just in case they really were going to Wal-Mart, that they wouldn't bump into each other.

The two vehicles carrying our four main characters kept on going until they came to the shopping center that Wal-Mart was located at. The drivers of each didn't acknowledge the other vehicle next to them. However, their companions did.

They finally parted ways as America drove to one side of the parking lot and Marik drove to the other.

Both parked.

"We're here!" America shouted as he turned off the car and unlocked the doors.

"Finally!" England said in relief. "You don't mind if I run ahead, do you?"

"Not at all. But don't get lost because you have the list. And don't go in without me."

"I won't get lost you wanker! You don't get lost."

"Dude these are my Wal-Marts. I know where I'm going better than you do!"

"Whatever," England said as he exited the car, slammed the door behind him, and ran off.

On the other side of the lot, Marik had already parked his motorcycle.

"Finally," Bakura sighed in relief as he dismounted the motorcycle and took his helmet off. He shook his head to return his hair back to its normal fluffiness. He put the helmet down. "Marik do you mind if I go ahead? I'll scout ahead or something."

"Sure whatever, but don't get lost because you have the list."

"I'm not going to get lost. There's only one Wal-Mart here so I can't exactly get lost anyway. Or you." Bakura took the list out of his pocket and walked away.

A few feet away from Wal-Mart, England stopped running and examined the store. His gaze then suddenly moved over to the two stores next to it. To the right was a Target. To the left was...

"What?!" he exclaimed. "Why the bloody hell are there two Wal-Marts right next to each other?!" he stood there for a minute, trying to figure out why in the world there were two of the same store directly next to each other.

Meanwhile, Bakura was looking at the list again, thinking about the ones he was going to do and how he would go about doing them.

He briefly looked up at the Wal-Mart that he was walking towards when he noticed the name of the store on its right.

His 'I don't care' expression was replaced by one of shock and confusion. He kept walking as he stared at the stores.

"Why the bloody hell are there two Wal-Marts right next to each other?!" he exclaimed aloud.

Neither of them were paying attention. Bakura suddenly bumped into England.

"OOF!" they both said as they fell in opposite directions.

They shook off the surprise and looked at each other for a few seconds. England regained his senses and recognized the person who had bumped into him. "Hey it's you!" he said pointing. "The guy on the motorcycle. Where's your friend?" he asked. He stood up and looked down at the other guy, who was still on the ground.

Bakura recognized him as the guy from the car. "And it's you. The guy who was staring at me from the car. Where's your companion?" Bakura also stood up.

"Oh, I went ahead of him. And you?"

Bakura wondered why this strange person was making small-talk with him instead of asking for an apology for bumping into him. Not that he felt like apologizing. "I left my friend behind too. Anyway..." He looked at his hand. It was empty. "Bugger, I lost the list. Where is it?"

England listened to his voice in surprise. This person had a British accent. So prehaps he was one of his citizens.

He looked on the ground for the list he had mentioned. He saw it near his feet and picked it up. "Here you go," England said. "Here's your..." he looked at the title on the paper. "'333 ways to get kicked out of...'" Am I reading this correctly? "'Wal-Mart'?!" England stared at it for a second more before handing it over. "You're going to Wal-Mart too?

Bakura took back the list. "Yes. What do you mean 'too'?" His theory about the same-place might have been right.

"Oh, me and my friend are going to Wal-Mart as well. We also have the same plans as you." England held up his list for the other person to see.

Bakura looked at it. It was the same page that Marik had given him, but printed out instead. It had little pen marks next to some of them. Coincidentally, they were the same ones that he had planned to do.

"It looks like we do," he agreed. He smirked. "So, which Wal-Mart are you going to?" he joked.

"Haha, yes. Which one indeed. You aren't from around here, are you?"

"No. How can you tell?"

"I just can." England obviously wasn't going to tell this person that he was a country and could recognize a citizen if he saw one.

"Well what about you?" the other guy asked. "You from around here?"

"No, I'm just visiting my friend Alfred for a few days." Whew. He had almost said 'my friend America'. Even if he had said that, the response probably would have been 'don't you mean "in America"?'

Bakura noticed that this guy was talking to him in a friendly and familiar way. Not that there was anything wrong with that, just that it was a bit unexpected, seeing as they've never met before. "So you don't know why there are two Wal-Marts here?"

"Nope, but Alfred might. Where is he anyway?" England looked behind him to see if America had caught up with him yet.

"So, seriously which Wal-Mart are you going in?" he asked. "Because it would be rather redundant if we both went into the same one and did the same list at the same time."

"Yes, it would. Maybe we take the left one and you take the right one?"

"Maybe we could turn it into a contest. We'll compete to see who can drive the most people out of their Wal-Mart?"

England was about to say how interesting that sounded, but then he remembered that America's plan involved an empty Wal-Mart for the driven out customers to go to. But then again, it WOULD make things more interesting and enjoyable if he actually had a reason to like this list.

"Well I guess that sounds like a good idea, minus the contest. We could just count how many people leave, instead of just forcing people to leave. It won't be fun at all if everyone leaves."

"Perhaps..."

The two stood there silently for a second or two, waiting for their companions to arrive.

Then England started the conversation up again. "You know, I actually don't want to be here."

Bakura grinned. "Neither do I. Marik talked me into this. We're just doing this to pass the time untill we go to a convention at the end of the week."

"Marik?" the other man asked.

"Oh, the girly looking one was on the motorcycle with me," Bakura explained. "He likes this sort of thing, these pranks."

"Haha, yeah. I know what you mean. Alfred talked me into this as well. He wouldn't have left me alone if I hadn't agreed to it."

"Seems like we have a lot in common," Bakura remarked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that no one is as annoying as Alfred."

"Are you kidding me? Marik is just... a total wanker! You should hear the plans he makes. One of his 'evil' plans involved rearranging someone's sock drawers. Can you believe that?"

"Yes, I could actually," England said. "Once, Alfred came up with a solution for global warming: scientifically engineering a giant 50ft or whatever hero-guy called 'Super Globo-Man' to protect the earth from the sun's rays." England laughed as he recalled that meeting. "And you should see the way he writes!"

"Well as idiotic as he sounds, no one is better at having the worst ideas than Marik," Bakura argued. "I bet you wouldn't be able to take him and would be begging to go back to Alfred with by the end of the day."

"Well I bet that you wouldn't be able to take Alfred for a day. He's just so eccentric and childish, it's impossible not to get annoyed with him."

"So is Marik. I've known him for years."

"I practically raised Alfred. I could totally get used to your Marik friend."

"Well it seems like if you raised him, then you must've done something wrong. Did you drop him on his head or something?"

"I ask myself that every day. Why do you think Marik is the way he is?"

"Snake poison and a picture of a motorcycle."

"What?"

"It's a back story thing. You had to be there when he told it to understand it."

"Oh...kay..."

"Why don't we make this official bet? Tomorrow, when we come back here, we'll switch partners. Who ever gets ticked off first has to do the next ten items of the list the next day. Speaking of which, in two days from now, let's ditch Marik and Alfred and do the list together."

"Sounds good to me. It'll be nice to get a break from them, won't it?"

"Yup." Bakura was starting to like this guy. He was much more interesting to talk to than Marik. then realized he didn't know this guy's name. "Who are you anyway?"

When he was asked that, England realized he hadn't given his name or asked for the other guy's name. "Oh how rude of me! I'm-"

"Iggy! Dude there you are!" England turned around.

At the same time, Bakura heard someone calling him. "Kurraaa! I finally found you!" Bakura turned around.

Both of them running walking towards the two British men. They stopped a few steps away from them.

"I was looking for you," Marik said to Bakura. "I didn't actually know which one of them was Wal-Marrr- why the frig are there two of them?"

"Haha! Are you surprised about the Double-Mart, as I call it?" America asked England. "See I told you everything would be fine!"

The two guys in the middle looked at their friends in annoyance.

"Come on Bakura let's go. I can't do this alone!"

"Artie, get a move on! We don't have all day!"

Both of them sighed. They turned to each other for a farewell.

"My name is Bakura," Bakura said quickly.

"Mine is Arthur," England responded.

They both smiled. "I guess I'll see you again some time soon?"

"Yeah, see you later."

The two British men raised their hands to shake, the ones that weren't holding the lists, but never got a chance to.

"Come on, man!"
"Let's go, Fluffy!"

Marik and America reached between them to grab their companion's hand, grabbed a hand, and pulled him along. Bakura was dragged to the left, England was dragged to the right.

"Bye!" Bakura shouted.

"See ya!" England called back.


When everyone was inside their respective Wal-Marts, Bakura and England's hands were released and they turned on the person they were with.

"Marik, that was extremely rude. At least let me finish a conversation before dragging me somewhere. Unless you were afraid I might make a friend to replace you."

"Alfred, you git! Didn't you notice I was talking to someone! That was incredibly rude! Even for you!"

"Marik? Iggy what are you talking about? It's me."

"Alfred? Who the [EFF!] is Alfred? Bakura what are you talking about?"

America, England, Bakura, and Marik all turned to face the person who had entered the store with them. All four guys froze in place, surprised at who they saw.

In one Wal-Mart stood America and Bakura.
In the other stood Marik and England.


This part was so interesting, that I almost wanted to cut the chapter short here, but I won't. It would interfere with the next chapter, in which we actually start the lists, and make it longer than it actually needs to be.

So I'm just putting a little Mid-StoryAN in here to take up space, almost like a commercial break. So get your popcorn, use the bathroom, get some water, and take a break and we'll be right back after these messages:

Bandit Keith: This fanfic was written by Aquailita. In America. The events in it take place... In America. It's sponsored by America. (Not really I just had to say that because it's funny.) And I am Canadian. In America. Wait forget that last part I'm American. *Waves Canadian flag*
*Canada walks in*
Canada: Hello, Keith Howard. It's me, your country.
Bandit Keith: AAH! Who is that?! This wouldn't happen in America!
Canada: *Sigh* Even my citizens don't recognize me.
Kumajiro: Who are you?
Canada: I'm Canada.
Canada and Bandit Keith: Thanks for reading this fanfic and have fun reading it some more!
Bandit Keith: In America.
Canada: But you're Canadian...
Bandit Keith: And sometimes in Canada. But most of the time in America.

And we're back!

A little lol blooper scene. Check it out! It was a major fail but understandable because iPods don't always auto correct the way we want them to (I sometimes type on my iPod and then email-copy-paste here):
"Bakura looked at it. It was the same page that Marik had given him. It had little Mariks next to some of them. Coincidentally, they were the same ones that he had planned to do."
Huuuuge fail right?

Also I'd like to say thanks for the review(s) and view(s). Also in your reviews let me know of any errors such as spelling and capitalization if you happen to notice it. I usually catch all of them but pobody's nerfect! Not that you should go scrutinizing every letter to check, but just if you happen to find an obvious error cuz those are the ones that make me feel stupid when I don't obviously catch. Thanks and stuff!

Let's get back to the story. So far, England and Bakura have both been dragged into the wrong Wal-Mart by the wrong person. Let's see what happens next!

ENJOY~!


Somehow, in the confusion of the handshake-hand grab chaos, America had accidentally grabbed Bakura's hand and Marik had accidentally grabbed England's hand. Now America and Bakura were in the Wal-Mart on the left and Marik and England were in the Wal-Mart on the right.

"What the hell?!" exclaimed America. "Who are you? And where's Arthur?"

Bakura stared at the person who must be Arthur's friend, Alfred. "My name is not important," he answered. "What is important is the fact that I'm not him and you rudely separated and stupidly confused the two of us. He's probably in the other Wal-Mart."

America, having the attention span of two seconds, asked, "Are you British? Your accent sounds kinda like Artie's," he remarked.

Not this again... Bakura thought. "If it matters any, yes, I am British." Stupid British hikari. "But what is interesting is the fact that I seem to be in the wrong place with the wrong person. So if you'll excuse me..." Bakura started to walk away from Alfred.

"No wait!"

Bakura stopped. "Why?"

"Cuz Iggy's got the list! I need to find him! Stay here in case he comes back."

"List?" Bakura asked. "Oh the 333 ways list?"

"Yea- wait... How do you know about that?"

"If you were paying any attention, you would have noticed that we were having a little conversation before you and Marik rudely ended it. He told me."

"Oh. Well I can't do it because he has the list..."

"You mean this one?" Bakura asked, holding up his other hand. It was the same page that England had.

"Yeah! Thanks dude! Now I can do it! But we still need to find him..." America was about to exit the Wal-Mart when he had a thought. "You know, since Arthur's with your friend and my list, and you're with me and your friend's list..."

"What of it?" I hope he doesn't want me to switch on purpose...

America turned around and put on his "I'm a super-smart awesome hero" smile. "Why don't we do the list together? And England and... Marik, is it?... can do the list with each other! Brilliant, isn't it?!"

The way this guy talked almost reminded Bakura of Marik. England was right. Then he remembered the little bet they had made.

Bakura folded his arms and looked at Alfred. "Alright. The situation we're all in does make your plan continent, so I accept."

"Alright dude!" America put an arm around Bakura, in the same way he would've done to England.

Bakura squirmed out from under the arm. "Just don't do that. I'm not your friend, I'm only doing this because it works. And also so I can get a break from Marik."

"Ok then, no hugging. By the way, what's your name?"

In the same way England had recognized Bakura as one of his citizens (although he lived in Japan, Ryou was born in England), America had recognized Bakura as not American. As the master of immigrations, he could tell that this person was English-born, but had come from Japan.

Bakura sighed. "My name is Bakura. Don't give me any nicknames. I get enough of those from Marik." He mumbled that last sentence under his breath.

"Like what? Like Kitty or Fluffy?"

Bakura stammered a bit. "Wha- where did you hear that?! Don't bloody call me that you wanker!" he shouted at America.

"Calm down, man! I heard your friend say it when he was yelling for you. See, I do pay attention to stuff! Don't worry, I won't call you that! America will treat you right!"

"America?"

Oops, he had fumbled a bit. He quickly covered it up. "Uh, yeah! The USA treats its citizens nicely! And I, Alfred, am no exception."

"..."
"Right. Well let's get this bloody list started shall we? Me and Marik were planning to do twenty. How about you?"

"Same here. Twenty."

"Ok then... Let's get to it."

And so, America and Bakura walked farther into the store to begin the 333 ways to get kicked out of Wal-Mart.

~Meanwhile, in the other Wal-Mart~

"Who the hell are you? And where the [EFF!] is Bakura?"

England stared at the weird guy in front of him, who was probably Marik. "I think your friend was dragged into the other store by Alfred."

"Who?"

"The other guy that was there."

"Oh."

They stood there awkwardly waiting for something to happen. Marik, who was good with awkward silences, spoke first. "So who the hell are you?"

"My name is Arthur. You're Marik, right?"

"Yes I am! Wait how the hell do you know who I am? Am I popular here or something?"

"Well, no. If you didn't notice, before you and my friend Alfred broke us up, me and Bakura were having a nice little chat. He mentioned you."

"Really?" Marik looked interested. "What did he say about me? Did he say I am the sexy one in the pair?"

"Noo... He said and I quote, that you were 'the girly looking one on the motorcycle with me'."

"What?! That limey kitty said that?! Well someone's walking home today," Marik said sarcastically.

"Hey! Don't be rude! He's probably nicer than you!"

"Calm down! What are you to him anyway? You two pals or something?"

"Well... Kinda. And still, that was rude!"

"What, you British people have a buddy system with each other?" About two sentences into the conversation, Marik had placed England's accent. It sounded like Bakura's.

England turned his back to Marik, crossing his arms and pouting. He secretly despised the word 'limey' and always took it personally. Not that this civilian needed to know that. England changed the subject. "Anyway, I probably should be getting back to Alfred. He's probably looking for me. And Bakura is probably in the other Wal-Mart. And I have the list for the two of us..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" Marik stammered. "A list? Do you happen to mean...?

"Yes. The 333 ways to get kicked out of-"

"Wal-Mart! Oh em gee! You guys are doing it too? The four of us should totally get together and do it together some time this week!" Marik exclaimed.

"Riiiight... How about no? I should really get going..."

"Wait. Since you have the list for your friend, and Bakura has the list we're supposed to be using, we should totally just do the list together! You and me! It'll be perfect! Right?"

England was about to disagree, but then he realized that it sounded just like a plan that America would have come up with. America and Marik were really starting to seem similar. In fact, England would've bet anything that America was probably proposing the same exact plan to Bakura. The two pairs really did have a lot in common.

He decided to accept, just because it made things more convenient. "Alright, Marik. Let's do it. But let's get one thing clear. I am not your friend. I'm only doing this because it works and because Alfred is in the same situation as us."

"YAY~! Okay then let's get started! Me and Bakura were going to do 20 today. What about you and Alfred?"

"What a coincidence. Twenty as well."

"Huh. How about that? Anyway let's- oh frigging crap!"

"What?"

"Me and Bakura forgot to bring something to cross stuff off with! Frigging fail how did we forget?!"

"Don't worry. I have one with me." England pulled his pen out of his pocket.

"Wow. You being here is so convenient! Oh em gee this is going to be so much fun! It'll be like hanging out with Bakura! Except not really. You know you kind of remind me of him."

"Funny, I could say the same thing about you and Alfred."

"Really? Is he as sexy as I am?"

"Yes. AH! I mean no! I mean... Look I don't really have an opinion on how sexy either of you are. And I was referring to the way you two act and think."

"Which is?"

"Look, let's just shut up and get this over with. Since this is my list, let's go by my rules." England held up his piece of paper. "I already marked the ones that I'd be okay with doing. You do everything else."

Marik took the list and studied the ones that Arthur had marked. He was okay with doing the rest.

"Okay then! Let us be off! And we shall prank these people in this Wal-Mart untill they beg for mercy! Ahahahahahaha!"

England gave Marik a strange look. "Erm... Right..."

Then Marik and England walked into Wal-Mart and began their list.


Ok so that was interesting I guess.

The name of the song is called 'Biker' by Pretenders.

So, I need a few questions answered soon:
1) What state should this take place in? And what date do you want it to be? The day this chapter takes place must be a Monday. It should be in summer. Either June, July, or August.
2) I need some help. I'm going to ask for two people to be inserts into this. If you are an England or America fangirl or a Bakura or Marik fangirl, then you will be eligible to have me add you as a character into my fanfic. You have to be a fangirl of one of the two in either pair. (I will pick one America or England fangirl and one Marik or Bakura fangirl. Any one is fine, but I prefer an England and a Bakura fangirl.) If you want to be one of those two, then review saying which you are a fangirl of. The first 5 requests for each will be randomly selected. I will explain what you have to do when I contact you.
3) I'll need some plot ideas for when I get to the 200's. I have the match-ups and assignments decided for 1-200, now I need ideas for 201-300. You might want to save those ideas for later untill you see what I'm doing for the first week, at the end of which #2 will need an answer for.
4) I had a 4th question at some point, but I forgot what it was. Oh well!
5) But I have a 5th question to replace it! Do you want me to make Bakura Kitty!Bakura? It might not be relevant, but I know a lot of fangirls will swoon if I make Bakura a kitty. Your call. If you specifically don't want Kitty!Bakura, then I suggest you review saying 'no' very plainly in response to this question, otherwise if I get one more yes votes than no votes, then I will make him a kitty. If I get equal of each or zero votes for either, then the default is no kitty.

Ok now everything should be ready to go awesomely now!

Oh [EFF!]ing bloody crap in the Nile sandwich in America on a friendship nyeh of screwed rules! I forgot the disclaimers! I'll put them here:
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Yu-Gi-Oh The Abridged Series, or Axis Powers Hetalia. All rights go to their respective owners and blah blah blah...
Ok done. Whew! That was boringly annoying!

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEEE~!