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21) Camera

Hungary wondered occasionally if perhaps her extracurricular activities were slightly... creepy. After all, they weren't exactly legal, and she was pretty sure her targets didn't enjoy the attention. It had been suggested by her husband that she should probably halt in her missions and she had seriously considered it; since Austria only interfered with things that were worth his notice. Her life would become more dull, but maybe it was for the best.

*Click*

"Hungary, you pervert! Get lost!"

She cackled.

Nah.

22) Europe

It was a rare moment when Norway or any of his companions actually felt like they were part of Europe.

Being so far north he was certain had something to do with it. It sometimes felt like they were their own little continent; just him, Denmark, Sweden and Finland.

Scandinavia. It would be nice. They would be acknowledged and that was good, because more and more people seemed to forget about them, the most northern nations. The remnants of what was once a bloodthirsty land full of warriors who conquered most of the Northern Hemisphere. Reduced to being sometimes remembered; their thriving economies did nothing to attract anyone's gaze either. Not that being healthy was a bad thing.

Sometimes he missed the spotlight. But sometimes he understood why and accepted it. He and the other blond Scandinavians had absolutely nothing in common with warmer countries like Spain and Greece. They would stick out amongst them; the cultures and land too different to create lasting friendships.

Perhaps it was best to remain alone together in the cold.

23) Helen

Greece remembered meeting her once as a child holding his mother's hand.

The woman whose face launched a thousand ships.

He remembered thinking she was exceptionally beautiful, but not understanding why there was such a big war over one woman. The cost of so many lives for the price of one.

He had asked his mother and she had laughed lightly, before whispering her answer in his ear.

"That's love, manari mou."

Now, looking back, he still doesn't really get it.

But he remembers one more thing, the look of perfect joy on Paris' face, the look of a man who was complete because of the woman standing before him.

And he remembers wishing he could have a Helen too.

24) Tank

The word 'tank' has many connotations for Germany.

It was the weapon the Allies tried and failed to use against him in World War One.

It was the weapon the Allies tried and succeeded to use against him in World War Two, a favour he quickly returned.

He doesn't blush when these are mentioned.

"Doitsu's built like a tank!"

However, he does blush when Veneziano runs a finger down his bare chest and giggles out that.

25) Punishment

Is it wrong to love being punished?

Because while America hates it when his boss pushes on the extra paperwork, he loves it when England breaks out the ropes.

"Are you listening to me, America?"

"No."

"Pity. For you."

Oh, Iggy. Trust me, it's really not.

26) Divorced

Hungary and Austria were no longer married, it was as simply as that.

However, Erzsébet and Roderich still were.

27) Female

As Poland walked along the catwalk, all eyes on him, a mortified Lithuania wondered why God had gone wrong and made his friend a man.

He looked up and seeing how seamless the blond fitted into the miniskirt and trotted in the hooker heels - made his decision.

Damn his dislike of interfering; he was going to see England in the morning.

28) Session

Russia hated these appointments with that patronising woman.

"Now, Ivan," - who gave her permission to call him that? - "I thought we could talk about your problems today."

He fisted his right hand.

- Russia didn't have any problems.

"Come on now don't be shy. Talk about why you scare off your friends, perhaps. Don't you like them?"

- He didn't scare them off. They all seemed to run away for no reason. And he liked them. They just ran away all the time.

"Ok then, maybe not that today. How about why you like... hurting things then?"

- He didn't like hurting things. He liked hurting people. There was a difference. And the more irritated that person had made him, the more he hurt them. It was a very simple process. And a good stress reliever. Why do you think he smiled all the time? Perhaps he should recommend it to Germany - he never seemed happy...

"Not that either. Hmmm... how about why you don't seem to get on with your sister?"

- Who, Ukraine? He liked Ukraine... she just avoided him... Oh, Belarus! Stupid psychiatrist lady. Wasn't it self-explanatory?

- Belarus was insane and wanted to marry him. And she was his little sister. Who carried knives.

- Belarus was scary.

Russia clenched his fist tighter.

"We have to talk about something, Ivan!"

Russia's right eye began to twitch.

- She shouldn't be calling him that.

"How about that awful alcohol addiction? Have you tried pouring all the bottles down the sink like I told you to? I hope you did, because the only way you're going to beat it is if you-"

She gasped in shock and terror as he laid his lead pipe on the table with a happy smile and a childish giggle.

"But vodka is good, da?"

29) Balloon

Sealand had to admit he was shocked when he had gone back home and found Union Jack decorated balloon tied to his door handle, thoroughly confusing his boss as to how it got there, since he had been there the whole time.

He was even more shocked when he saw the stamp of Buckingham Palace on the bottom. There was only one person who could possibly have given him this.

Sealand suspicions were confirmed when England avoided him during the next World Meeting he crashed, and didn't try to squirm out of the hug the young boy gifted him.

England could be a pretty cool guy sometimes.

But he was still a jerk.

30) Bucket

Perhaps it didn't make him a very good fratello, but Veneziano was just being so irritating.

So when Romano slammed a bucket over his fratellino's head and rapped it with a crowbar, he didn't feel guilty.

Even when he heard the boy's pathetic whines of pain.

'Cause he was badass like that.

... Okay, maybe a little.

That didn't mean the dumbass didn't deserve it though.

NO ONE needs to know the kinky crap the damn kraut thought he could do with his whip.

Ugh, mental images.

Romano gave an extra whack for good measure.

31) Exchange

"Uh, I'm not my fratello, Germany."

"Uh, I'm not Germany, Vene."

Then, they realise. Veneziano screams as Spain jumps off him, also screaming.

They arrive at the other house just in time to hear a conversation, one they were trying at all costs to prevent.

"Why are you swearing so much, Vene? You sound like your brother."

"... POTATO BASTARD?"

They burst in as Germany lands on the floor, clutching his crotch.

32) Poison

France coughed as he attempted to swallow a bite of the small cake, tears forming in his eyes.

Tears were also forming in America's eyes as he rolled around on the floor, laughing so much he was starting to choke.

England's head hit the table.

33) Taurus

Éire's favourite way to celebrate her birthday (being independent from her brothers) was to get completely pissed on good cider.

It was a well-worn route, but it never lost its appeal.

34) Bedroom

When England asked France an innocent question of where his favourite place was, he was expecting an innocent answer.

How stupid of him.

35) Perfume

Hungary sat rather sadly on the bench in the garden, trying to move past the foolish sadness she was feeling. It was silly, feeling upset that Austria hadn't recognised that she was wearing a new scent. She had even given him a hug, and no reaction. It wasn't as if it was important, but it would have been nice if he had noticed.

She felt slightly hurt. He never seemed to notice anything about her nowadays.

She was just about to allow herself some time to mope on her situation a little more, when she noticed a certain silver head crawling along the property line towards the house. She narrowed her eyes and began to in turn creep up on the creeper, pulling out her frying pan silently. Not on her watch, not again. He just never quit.

Soon, she was just two feet behind him, and with a wild roar, leapt on him. She swung her pan into the side of his head, and could obviously see she had caught him by surprise. They rolled on the ground and she ended up on top. He began groaning in pain as she sat on his hips, waving her weapon victoriously in the air.

"Stupid Prussia! How many times do I have to tell you, you are NOT getting anywhere near our house!"

He groaned again before peeking warily through previously closed eyes. "Hasn't stopped me before, evil wom-"

Suddenly he stopped, and took a deep breath. Then he did it again. Hungary looked down on him with a confused face, wondering just what the idiot was up to now.

And again.

Hungary gave a dramatic sigh. It was probably just a ploy to escape. "What's wrong now?"

"You smell different."

She stopped the condescending reply that was automatically on her lips, and found herself unable to form words.

"W-what?"

She didn't move as he gently pushed her off him, blushing slightly at their position. He stood up, and rubbed the back of his head. He smiled down at her awkwardly.

"It-it's nice."

She watched him suddenly stride away from her with red cheeks, trying to process what had just happened.

She remained on her place on the ground in shock, not understanding how he had noticed when Austria, her husband, hadn't.

And why she had a tiny smile on her face.

36) Gun

France gave a frightened squeal as the muzzle of a shotgun was pushed to his forehead.

This was the last time he was saying hello to a little blonde girl.

... Why did no one trust him?

37) Noodle

China looked into the teasing violet eyes gazing into his own. He silently pulled the thin strand into his mouth, careful to lick the (for once) ungloved fingers that had been holding it - never breaking eye contact the entire time.

A smirk donned his lips at the breathy gasp he received.

38) Saw

Had America ever mentioned that Canada could be evil sometimes?

Never again was he taking the quiet nation's word about movies and TV again, he was such a liar; by God, it was SO not animated!

Canada suppressed a grin at America's whimper. Revenge.

Those hockey skates had cost him a lot of money.

39) Alibi

The Bad Touch Trio sat side by side, faces downtrodden. True, graffiti wasn't the worst thing they had ever done, but they hadn't meant to be caught!

Suddenly, the cell door opened, and the three faces of their saviours appeared.

"Yeah, the bastard was with me." The policeman waved a hand, and Spain rushed out the door to give Romano a hug (kiss). They left immediately.

"Yes, he was at my house, irritating my husband." The policeman waved again, and Prussia ran out, sweeping Hungary up in a hug and pecking her cheek. Before she could clock him around the head in embarrassment, he vanished. She grumbled and left too.

France looked up again in hope, and almost sunk into the ground at the vengeful expression on England's face.

"No, I can assure you, he bloody well wasn't with me. He must have been at the crime scene, officer."

France slumped back in the seat and mumbled as England let out a malicious laugh.

"Connard."

"WHAT WAS THAT FROG?"

40) Rest

Today's training session had been very hard, and even Germany was exhausted - something that happened very rarely around the small brunet. He had been walking dazedly through the house on his way to bed, when he had seen his lover lying dozing on the sofa.

Now that was just an invitation he couldn't ignore.

Veneziano lay back into the warm chest contently, listening with tired amusement at the blond man's quiet sleep-whispering. Although he heard it often, it was nice to know Germany loved him even when he was unconscious. Suddenly, thick arms wrapped around his body, and a low murmur filled his ears.

"Ich liebe dich."

He gave a small, joyful smile, and snuggled in further, before whispering back.

"Ti amo."

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