"This one's my favorite! It's blue with snowflakes in it's fur!" I exclaimed, holding up one of my stuffed animals to China.

"It's so cuuuuuute~aru! Oh, Cassi, you didn't say 'aru'!" China reminded.

"Oops! Sorry-aru! But isn't it just adorable-aru?" I replied.

"Yeah! And look at the little snowflake on it's nose-aru!" China and I squealed like little school girls at the pile of stuffed animals all around my room. Whitney and Spain were here also, but I think they were just trying not to laugh at the to of us. Little Italy was petting one of the stuffed Pokemon I had when there was a knock on the door.

We all looked towards the front door in the living room as I got up and went to see who it was. I opened the door to reveal Alfred, Feliks and Francis on the other side.

"Hey, what's up you guys?" I asked.

"Cassi! Who else is in there?" Alfred asked rather loudly. "Um, Yao Wang, Feliciano, Antonio, and Whitney." I said still wondering what they needed.

"AWESOME! See you guys? I told you there'd be a bunch of people at her house!" He yelled back while looking at the other two.

"Wait, what's going on?" I wanted to know.

"Well, we were like sooooo bored out of our minds, and so Francis was all 'oh, lets watch youtube videos!' and we were like 'm'kay' and then we started like watching these totally random people run around the mall while wearing all kinds of different wicked looking costumes! So Alfred was all like 'we should soooo totally do that!' then I was all like 'ohmigosh, yes!' and then Francis was all like 'but we seriously need more bored people who will come and totally do this with us!' and we were like 'yeah, you're right' so Alfred suggested we drive over here and now all you guys are like gonna so get dragged into this with us!" Feliks replied without taking a single breath.

I just looked at Francis and Alfred. "Oui, zat is pretty much what happened." Francis confirmed and Alfred nodded his head.

"So come on, Cassi! Get everyone packed into the car and let's gooo!" Alfred half-shouted. I frowned and crossed my arms.

"What?... Oh, fine, will you please get everyone packed into the car and let's go?" He said. Immediately I smiled back and ran off to my bedroom to tell the others.

I got there and they were all playing with my stuffies. "You guys!" I said excitedly, getting their attention. I continued when they were all looking at me. "We're going with Alfred, Francis and Feliks to the mall walking around wearing stupid clothes. To the car!"

Spain just smiled, Whitney's face paled, China looked confused and Italy was the only one who actually listened right then. But, eventually everyone was all packed into Poland's pink Volkswagon Beetle. Whitney was sitting on Spain's lap and Italy was sitting on mine, while Poland was seated on China while America was driving and Francis was in the passenger seat.

As soon as Alfred started driving I noticed how hilarious it looked to see AMERICA drive a PINK BEETLE with FLOWERS all over it and burst out laughing. They all looked at me, waiting for me to tell them what was so funny, but all I managed to get out of my mouth was "Bwahahahah! You a-hahahahah! You're- HAHAHAAAAA! YO-Hahah! ALFRED YOU LOOK SO GAY! BWAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!"

Once they registered what I said they started laughing as well...except Italy. "Veeee~ Sorella, what does gay mean?"

I started laughing even harder.

Whitney was trying to keep a straight face as she answered his question. "Feli, gay means happy. Okay?"

Italy then looked less confused, but then said, "Veeeeeh~? I am really gay when I'm around you guys!"

I almost died.

{WHITNEY'S POINT OF VIEW}

I sat on Spain's lap a little awkwardly after our laugh fest, and even though I was happy to be there with him, as well as Cassi, Francis' presence still unnerved me. I was just preparing myself for him to say something... But throughout the whole ride he remained silent.

"Like OMG this is going to be like, so totally fun! Like seriously!" Poland exclaimed from his seat on China. Cassi laughed maniacly as I laughed nervously.

"Ah, mi amor, it'll be fun! Fusosososo~!" My Antonio said, smiling happily and releasing sparkles into the air. My half smile was transformed into a dreamy, full one as the car filled with sparkles. Unfortunately, this also affected everyone else in the car... Including the driver.

"AI-YAH! ALFRED! PAY ATTENTION!" Cassi screamed at the top of her lungs. I snapped out of my kira-kira-ness* and was shocked by the fact that America was swerving recklessly all over the road. I screamed as we veered towards a tree, and Antonio pulled me closer towards him as Cassi did the same to Italy.

"I'm not feeling so gay right now, Sorella!" Italy wailed. "VEE!" The car swerved again and narrowly missed a passing truck.

"AI-YAH!" China and Cassi screamed simultaniously, as France started to weep.

"OMG NOT COOL DUDE!" Poland yelled, starting to freak out. "DON'T LIKE, WRECK MY CAR!"

At this point, America finally snapped out of it. "Don't worry! I'm the HERO!" He looked down at the car's dash and pushed the hazard light button, making them blink frantically. "Much better!" Alfred smiled as he swerved back onto the road.

"You idiot-!" Francis started, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the car stopped.

"AWW MAN! You like, used all of my gas!" Poland screamed.

"Well, it's a good thing we're here then!" Spain replied happily as he gestured towards the window.

"Thank the Lord!" I exclaimed, my heart rate finally starting to slow down. "But then... How are we going to get home?"

"We'll have to send someone for gas-aru..." China said thoughtfully with his arms crossed. I attempted to watch solemnly as Cassi attempted to mimick him with Italy on her lap, but the smile still appeared on my face.

"Nice to zee you smiling again, madame." France turned towards me as he spoke, his eyes sparkling. And then my smile turned into a more forced one.

"Hm. Whoever gets the gas would be a hero-aru." I heard Cassi mumble under her breath. "That way, we'd already be ready to go home-aru."

"I'm the hero!" Alfred exclaimed, his fist in the air, almost punching the roof of the car off.

"HEY! DUDE! WATCH MY CAR!"

"...whoops. Hehehe." He laughed slightly and scratched the back of his head. He then climbed out of the car and whipped out his cell phone before dailing a number and holding it up to his ear.

After a few seconds he started talking. "Hey! Yeah, Iggy? Sorry, sorry! England! There, better? Yeah, yeah, well, anyway I need you to get down here to the mall now! We ran out of gas in Polands car!...Just do it! Come on man!...Yay! Thanks Iggy!" And he flipped the phone closed.

Poland coughed. "Like, figures you'd call him." He snickered.

"Well, should we go on already-aru?" China questioned.

"NON! I want Anglettere to join us!" France said, smiling. I was about to object, but after thinking about the sight of England in a costume... Wait.

"Uh, you guys? What kind of costumes are we going to wear?" I asked.

"Mon cheri, I thought you'd never ask~!" Francis' eyes got a glint in them, one that I couldn't, and honestly didn't want, to understand. Somehow a rose appeared from nowhere in his left hand as he struck a pose.

"Like seriously, girl! We're gonna hook you up!" Poland said, pushing past France to get out of the car. He opened his trunk with a click of the button on his keyring and waited as France dragged me out of the car.

"I- Uh- Seriously guys, I don't think this is really necessary; I mean, come on- SPAIN!" I attempted to push France away, but he latched onto my arm.

"Come on Anglettere!" His face was scary, like he really wanted something from m- Wait, did he just call me England? "Oh, petit ange, participate in our costume party~!"

He caught me off guard in my stunned, uncertain, confused moment and finally wrenched me from the car, over Cassi, Italy, and China and away from Spain. They were all laughing it seemed, except for China. Apparently my fear was hilarious. I looked up at France with a mixture of bewildered fear as I tried to remember how to make my feet work.

"Madame, do I have your permission-" He took my hand in his and kissed it gently. If I hadn't been so traumatized, I would've blushed in embarassment. "-To assist you with your costume?"

I looked over to Spain worriedly, still confused as to what to do. He smiled. "Oy, 'Niisan, she's my wife!"

France turned to Spain and said, "But of course! I will simply give her her costume and not let her out untill she's wearing it!"

I gulped as Poland and France dragged me into the mall carrying three different costumes with them...oh man, what kind of crud am I stuck in?

{CASSI'S PERSPECTIVE}

Well...Whitney was just dragged off into the mall by Poland and France leaving the only other one who knew what the costumes were to be was America... Oh joy.

As if hearing my thoughts, he then turned from the scene that was just played out to China, Italy, Spain, and I. China and I gulped. America smiled at us and ran over to the trunk and pulled out a large bag before grabbing our hands and making a run for the mall, but before he got very far, England pulled into the parking lot.

It seemed that everyone forgot he was coming... Oh, if only he waited a few more seconds, he would be spared from what I can now only assume will be torture...

"Yo! England! I even brought a costume for you, just in case!" America yelled as England got out of the car with the gas.

"Pardon?" He said before his hand was siezed and was dragged along with us into the mall.

{WHITNEY PERSPECTIVE}

I was pushed into the girls bathroom with a... Dress?

It appeared to be a blue flamenco dancer's dress with lighter blue accented ruffles at the bottom. Huh, it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I wonder what Spain would think of it?

When I got the dress on, I walked out of the bathroom only to find France in some rediculously frilly light blue pirate costume!

The scary thing was, for him, it looked like something he'd wear on any normal day.

Poland then came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a... Very short... Pink skirt, a white and pink striped blouse. He also had on pink cat paws, ears, and tail along with white and pink striped long socks as well. He looked...cute.

It's weird to say, but true.

We all saw each other in our weirded out glory and France passed the first compliment to me... Surprise, surprise.

"Oh, mon petit ange, you look so lovely! That dress flatters you in all the right ways!" He said, smiling like there was no tomorrow.

"For serious, girl, that is soooo right." Poland said as he pointed to me. I blushed at all the compliments.

"Well... Poland, your costume is cute too!" I said, trying to get the attention off of me. It worked.

"Oh, I know! Isn't it just, like, so cuddly! I even got the perfect shade of wicked hipster pink! Hahahah!" He said while twirling around once and looking down at his boots.

I laughed. This was going to be an interesting mall trip...

{CASSI'S PERSPECTIVE}

"Alright, dudes!" Alfred paused, "and dudette." He added looking at me. "Time for your costumes!" He said and handed each of us a garment or two and shoved us into a bathroom. I just walked into the girls bathroom by myself.

I turned and locked the stall door before looking through the big bag. There appeared to be a white fedora hat, a white tux, a sparkley white glove for my left hand, and a microphone.
No... WAY!

{WHITNEY'S PERSPECTIVE}

I carefully moved myself away from the woman's bathroom as I attempted not to move too fast. France had given me the choice of dark blue flats or heels, but unfortunately Poland practically forced me to wear the heels... I also had some castanets with me wrapped around my hand like a bracelet. My face flushed as I thought about Spain, wondering what he would think of all of this... He probably would think I was foolish or I would probably trip or say something stupid or-

"Mon petit ange looks to be deep in thought again. Is her natural beauty finally making itself known to her?" France leaned in as he spoke, making my face flush even more in spite of myself.

"France, like quit trying to get in her pants. Seriously." Poland, of course, broke the awkwardness and made it even more awkward.

"So, where do you think everyone else is...?" I asked as I laughed nervously.

"Oy~! Whitney!" There it was, the sound of my other half.

"Antonio!" If I thought that I could've run without falling flat on my face, I would've done so.

"Mi amor, we're over here!" He waved us down, and then paused as we approached. "You look beautiful~." It was then that I noticed what he was wearing. He had on a full mattador outfit, with the red cape and everything. I practically swooned.

"And-" America's voice echoed from the men's bathroom. "-I'm THE HERO!" He jumped through the door, making his grand entrance as Captain America himself. I almost died laughing.

"Whitney-chan-aru!" A panda was calling my name. I looked at it in confusion.

"China..?"

"Veh~! Look! I'm a tomato!" Of course I would know that voice!

"Ita-chan!" I turned to see Italy in a giant red tomato costume, green leaves covering his hair and green leggings that covered his shoes in leaves as well. I barely had time to register anything else before we heard-

"Annie, are you ok? Are you ok, Annie?" Emerging from the other women's bathroom. I stared at it blankly until a figure dressed like Micheal Jackson moon walked out. "Ee hee!"

"CASSI!" I exclaimed, going in for a tackle hug; That is, until I remembered I was in heels.. I half stumbled, falling into her, but managed to catch myself as the final character emerged from the men's bathroom.

"Bloody Hell America. You're an idiot!" England looked at us angrily as he appeared wearing an angel costume.

{CASSI'S PERSPECTIVE}

Whitney and I almost died laughing at the sight of England as Brittanica Angel before us. Whitney was stumbling all over me because of her heels, which caused me to stumble and almost knocked the sunglasses off my face.

England's face was redder that the tomato costume Italy was wearing.

France and America, of course, were having a laughing spasm as well, but Poland looked England up and down. "I think the dress should be just a bit shorter, then it would be like, totally perfect." He critiqued.

China, we could hear, was trying to stifle his laughter as he added, "The wings, halo, and wand really compliment the dress and sandles-aru."

After we were all done laughing at England's expense, we finally started walking around. To say there were people staring at us was an understatement, because that's not all they were doing.

Whitney and Spain were walking together, hand in hand, and when people saw them some stopped to squeal at how cute of a couple they were; Especially in those costumes. I can't say I disagree with them.

Some girls who saw Italy the tomato would run up to him and just hug him randomly. He didn't mind, he loved hugs, so he just hugged him back, which they thought was adorable, so they would ruffle his hair or pinch his cheeks and fuss over him like I did sometimes.

England... Poor England... He kept getting laughed at any other dudes who passed him by. He looked like he was about to use his magic wand to slam Alfred's head in, but, he refrained... Although, I'm not sure how.

Random people kept coming up to me and asking for pictures to be taken and one even asked for an autograph, even though I reminded the person that the great MJ was gone... They didn't care.

France kept walking up to people talking like a pirate but still flirting none the less. He actually got a few numbers, which neither Whitney or I expected.

Captain America was acting like a little kid, running around pretending to fly while 'saving' random people's from falling to their deaths in the food court or rescuing their jewelry being dropped. It was kind of funny.

China's situation was similar to Italy's, except for when we walked past the food court the Chinese place thought it was their mascot and started yelling at him for not being on time or passing out samples. Everyone started laughing and I would have too if it hadn't happened to China, so I got cheezed-off and started yelling to the guy that China didn't work for them. They eventually got it...

I'm gonna tell you now that it was AWESOME acting like Michael Jackson! That is until...

"HEY! You, the one dressed like Michael Jackson! Why don't you come up here and do some karaoke with us?"

Oh no...

{WHITNEY'S PERSPECTIVE}

Ah, this has to be a dream, right? Walking with Spain~! I walked around in a blissful mood, a true smile plastered on my face. Until, that is, France starting flirting with the other girls around the mall. Some of them actually gave him their numbers! I wanted to scream that he was a creep and run him off, but I had no doubt in my mind that he would come up with some sort of smart response, so I stayed quiet.

"Kawaiiiii~!" Someone said as a camera flashed. People were taking so many pictures! I tripped as another flash blinded me and landed right in Spain's arms, my hands closing on the castanets and creating a 'click, click' sound as he steadied me.

"Me amor~!" He smiled down at me, his sparkle effect taking hold once more. "Are you alright?"

"Just fine!" I answered, turning the awkward catch into a hug as he set me up straight. By this time, a loud announcement came over the intercom.

"HEY! You, the one dressed like Michael Jackson! Why don't you come up here and do some karaoke with us?"
I looked to Cassi, an awkward smile on her face, knowing she wanted to disagree. "And how about the Spanish couple? Wanna dance?"

I blushed deeply, knowing deep down that I couldn't dance, even though I had rhythm.

"Yeah, like so totally go!" Poland exclaimed. "You know you want to!"

"Or we can go instead, mes anges!" France exclaimed, taking mine and England's hands in his.

"'Niisan." Spain gave France a look as he pulled me away. "I have to teach my wife to dance properly. Fusososo~." He whisked me around as France looked at him with slight disdain.

"I still have you Angleterre!" I was glad that Spain was pulling me away, because the look on Francis' face was just creepy.
Meanwhile, China had managed to drag Cassi towards the karaoke machine, much to her dismay.

"But I don't waaanna sing in front of people!" Cassi said, pouting.

"Ai-yah! I'll steal some of Alfred's candy bars and give them to you-aru! It's just one song-aru!" China answered rebukingly, his arms crossed. "And it can be any song you want-aru."

"Any song?"

{CASSI'S PERSPECTIVE}

"Any one-aru." he replied.

I thought...I had terrible stage fright, but candy...I didn't want people to judge my singing, but caaaanndyyyy...ARGH!

"I'mma do it for the candy!" I half yelled and let China drag me up onto the stage. A dude in a wacked outfit who actually looked like he belonged in our group because of it smiled and handed me a microphone. "Here ya' go MJ Junior. Didn't know you were a chick, mabye I shouldn't have made you embarass yourself like this."

I looked at him with a confused expression and he said, "I mean, there's no way a girl could get as close to singing like MJ as a dude could."

Oh no he didn't.

Yeah, he did.

He cheesed me off.

I glared at him so hard he took a few steps back. "Well, wh-what song?" He stuttered.

"Blood on the Dance Floor, fish." I said with venom in my voice. China started looking at me a little concerned, probably at the violent title I picked and my suddenly cheesed attitude.

He went over to his laptop and typed the song in and not long after the music started playing.

{WHITNEY'S PERSPECTIVE}

Cassi was standing in front of the machine, looking as though she wanted to strangle the guy that was picking her music. As soon as I heard the start of the song come through the speakers, I knew the game was just beginning...

"This has a nice beat, eh, mi corazón?" Spain said, holding me closer to him after throwing his cape out behind him.

"Uhm... Yeah, it's Cassi's favorite; But, Spain, I can't-" I was interrupted.

"Don't think about the dance, just feel the music flow through you!" He twirled me around as I attempted to balance on my heels. "Azucar, it's simple!" I attempted to let go of my inhibitions, but mostly wound up leaning on Spain...

"Uh, she got your number, uh, she know your game, uh, she got you under, it's all the same! Since you seduced her, how does it feel, to know that woman, uh, is out to kill?" Cassi's voice boomed over the speakers, hitting each note perfectly. I wasn't shocked at all, especially with how much she loved Michael Jackson!

"Fusososo~!" Spain whirled me around, making the frills on my dress swing out. Surprisingly, I kept my footing and made it back to him in one piece. He smiled at me widely, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"NO! You bloody git! RELEASE ME!" England was yelling at France, who had, of course, attempted to start dancing with him. They almost crushed the happy moment, until England started hitting France with his wand.

"Honhonhon, angleterre~!" France was seriously starting to scare me, especially when he looked at people like they were food.

England had almost wriggled out of his grip when he caught him and whispered into his ear.

"If you don't dance with me I'll post the pictures I took of you when you weren't looking on the Internet~!" He threatened. England's face paled.

He turned around and relented silently, mumbling curses while he let the Frenchman lead him into a dance.

"Veeee~ I wanna dance too!" Italy yelled while Poland and America had an idea. They just started dancing by themselves as they enjoyed the song.

"Every night stance is like
takin' a chance and
it's not about love and romance
and now
ya gonna get it.

Every hot man is out
takin a chance and its
not about love and romance
and now
you do regret it."

She sang the last line while glaring daggers at the man who dared to challenge her like that, of all people. He gulped.

Spain and I were, somehow, getting smoother and smoother as he glided me across the floor like I weighed nothing.

I looked behind us and stifled a giggle as I saw France and England dancing together. I also saw Italy, Poland and America dancing.

And I mean they were getting down with their bad selves!

Spain laughed as he looked on at what I saw.

"Suzie got'cha number
and Suzie ain't your friend!
Look who took you under
with seven inches in!

Blood is on the dance floor!
Blood is on the knife!
Suzie got'cha number,
and Suzie said it right!"

Cassi sang the chorus and her murderous glare never left the poor DJ who was definitely taking back what he said. Whether it was from fear or from the fact that she was actually better that everyone else who sang, no one could really tell.

{NORMAL PERSPECTIVE}

"...I didn't know she could sing like that." England said looking at the stage temporarily, forgetting his situation.

"Well, she haz, or had, terrible stage fright, so I suppose no one could really tell. But you are right. Peu Cassi does have a hidden talent." Frances' gaze then discovered Whitney becoming better and better at the dance.

He smirked. "And so does Whitney." England turned to look and saw that he really couldn't disagree with France on that one.

"Uh, France..." England turned his attention back to his dance partner.

"Yes, Angleterre?" France replied, clearly enjoying every second of this dance.

"Get your hand off of-!"

"Honhonhon Angleterre~! Be more fun-loving-arr!" France exclaimed as he leaned in to ruffle England's hair.

"I SAID STOP YOU TWIT!" England yelled, attacking France with his wand again.

"I'M THE HERO!" Captain America exclaimed as he danced in to intecept the two nations. "Oh, it's just you Iggy... I thought I heard a woman in distress over here, but... Apparently not!"

"America..." England shot a death glare at the two nations in front of him. "I don't even know why I participated in this in the first place! I mean, this is preposterous.." As he ranted, he walked away, drifting into the crowd that had gathered to urge MJ to sing one more time...

"Iggy! Wait!" America exclaimed, bounding after him.

"Ar.. There went my dance partner.." France said dully as he looked around the room for another partner. "Oh, mon cheri~! ... Maybe Spain needs a break from twirling.."

France sauntered over and took Whitney's hand as soon as he got the chance. He twirled her around a few times, enjoying the fact that she was smiling, before she noticed who had her hand.

"France!" She gasped, staring up at him while she stumbled. "Wh-what do you think you're-"

"Shhhhh, mon cheri, let us simply enjoy this dance, non?" He whispered into her ear. She begrudgingly accepted, hoping that if she did he would leave her alone. She was enjoying her time with her husband before this.

Not long after France got Whitney, though, the song ended. Cassi looked like she was going to fling the microphone at the DJ when the crowd started cheering for an encore.

She started at them for a few seconds before giving into their cheers. One more song wouldn't hurt, right? She also just happened to make this decision after she saw France holding Whitney's hands. It was too good to pass up, so she walked over to the DJ and whispered the song to him.

The music for 'You Are Not Alone' started playing, and Whitney was about to march up and strangle Cassi for this. That is, untill France smiled at the slow song and pulled Whitney closer to him.

"Mon petit ange, isn't this delightful?" He asked, pushing a strand of hair that was in front of her face behind her ear. His only response was Whitney's trembling lower lip as he continued to swirl her around the room.

But Cassi wasn't completely evil, and before the song started she whispered to Poland to make sure Whitney got back to Spain after a bit.

"Another day is gone
I'm still all alone.
How could this be?
You're not here with me.

You never said goodbye,
someone tell me why,
did you have to go,
and leave my world so cold?"

France was enjoying this, but to Whitney it was torture. She didn't want to be rude, but seriously! Finally, when she thought she couldn't take any more of this, Poland came and 'accidentally' rammed France away from her with his head, claiming that he tripped.

He looked over to Whitney and winked, pointing to Spain, so that she got the idea. She hurried back and started dancing with her husband.

{WHITNEY'S PERSPECTIVE}

"Antonio!" I exclaimed, as soon as I reached my husband. "I was so-" I stopped as I looked up at his face and decided not to repeat the 'I'm afraid of France' thing again... "Sorry, for that." His eyes were soft, slightly amused, but also appeared to be troubled by something.

"Mi amor, I don't worry about you and France. Even though he seems so fond of you." He smiled at me and took my hand in his, then twirled me and put his hands on my hips. "Are you feeling up to finishing this one song?"

"Definitely!"

Spain and I swayed to the rest of the song as Cassi's voice and the music from the computer guided us around the area, and I noticed that I never missed a step after that. I closed my eyes and rested my head on Spains shoulder and enjoyed this moment with him...

-ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, THEY RETURN TO CASSI'S HOUSE-

{WHITNEY'S PERSPECTIVE}

"Dude, that was soooo totally epic!" Poland said as we all entered the living room.

"I know! I bet you're glad the hero and his friends stopped by, huh, my fellow american citizen!" America said as he poked Cassi's shoulder.

"It was pretty...interesting-aru." China said after trying to find a word to describe it. Cassi simply laughed at the two.

"Veeee~! I want to do that again one day! Can we, sorella? Please!" Italy asked as he shook Cassi's shoulder knocking more laughter out of her.

"Okay! Okay, Italy, it's just...I'm not going to be Michael Jackson again." She replied, slightly looking down.

"Why not? You love him, right?" I asked.

"Of course, he's awesome! It's just...I don't want that to happen again..." she said back.

"But, petit ange, you had a wonderful voice!" France complimented. It didn't seem he was expecting her to blush and when she did, he smirked and added, "And I for one enjoyed listening to it."

...I felt sort of bad for Cassi, don't get me wrong, but I was glad he had stopped flirting with me for a bit.

"Well, I don't like... Doing stuff like that." She said.

"I do want to know where all your stage fright went when China dragged you up there and the guy handed you the microphone." I wondered aloud.

China started laughing at my statement and answered for her. "He said something about girls not being able to match the voice of Michael Jackson as well as boys could-aru. I was actually glad she didn't rip his ears off-aru!" He said before continuing to laugh softly.

Cassi's face had no indication of regret whatsoever; she looked rather satisfied. He must've made her pretty mad with that statement.

"Hahahah, girl I would kill to have payed more attention to his face when you started, like, singing! Seriously!" Poland laughed.

Cassi obviously decided it was my turn for a reddened face, because she looked at me and slightly smiled. "And what about you, Whitney, being all proffesional dancer and stuff~."

Her plot worked, as everyone then turned their heads to look at me. I simply flushed, hoping desperately that Cassi and France kept their mouths shut, when my beloved answered for me.

"She just needed a few steps to get used to it, that's all. She's quite the fast learner." He said while smiling down at me. I smiled back at him as I saw China and Cassi fight back the urge to squeal at our little scene again.

Just then, Romano burst through Cassi's front door randomly, looking worried, but after seeing us all in the living room his face became visibly irritated. "What in the - Where have you been!"

America took in a very deep breath, apparently about to tell the whole story, then spoke. "WELL, first of all..."

*Kira means sparkle in Japanese