"Rise and shine!" Jason walked in, hitting a cowbell and walking past all the cells.

"That is, like, so not cool." A short man with shoulder-length blonde hair said, rubbing his eyes. "Poland likes waking up to the sunshine, or a pony. Cowbells totally aren't cool." Poland referred to himself in the third person as he heard some of the teenagers did the other day.

"You are doing the hitting of the cowbell, da?" A silvery-blonde-haired man slowly rose up, like a Demon from Hell. "You will be regretting that." Jason froze, a purple aura surrounding Russia as his scarf shot through the bars and began choking Jason.

"Pl...ease... St-Stop..." Jason tugged at the scarf.

"Do you have the Vodka and Pirozhki?" He asked with a sweet smile. A terrifyingly sweet smile. Jason nodded, being dropped to the ground. "Good. I will spare you. Could I also have more chalk?"

Jason gulped. "Y-Yes, Mr..."

"Россия."

"M-Mr. Russia." He slowly back off, running and getting some chalk.

"I never thought I'd say this to you, Russia dude, but that was awesome!" A dirty blonde said, facing Russia and putting on his glasses.

"спасибо, America." Russia smiled.

"Oy! Russia!" An albino shouted, sticking his hand through the bars. "Could you get me some beer? Awesome beer, please!"

"Нет." Russia replied simply.

"Damn. Hey, Francypants! Could you seduce a girl to get me beer?" The albino looked to (yet another) blonde with flashy clothing.

"Non. Sadly, women scientists have been banned from me." 'Francypants' sighed. "And these damn American men are impervious to homosexualité."

"Fuck yeah, America!" America shouted, fist pumping. "I'm sure the hero could get you all a five-star dinner!"

"I could make a five-star dinner!" France shouted back.

"The awesome me could easily get you all out of here in a snap!"

"Then how come we're still in here, potato bastardo?"

"I could make a better meal than you any day, frog!" A blonde with thick eyebrows glared at France

"What a horrible insult, Angleterre!"

"I hope you all die so I take all your stupid land!" A brunette with a ponytail shouted.

"Shut the fuck up!" Romano sneered.

"Now, now, Roma." A Spaniard said through the bars that separated him and Romano.

"You can shut the fuck up too!"

"Frog!"

"Bastardo!"

"Ass-Stecker!"

"Verdammt, bruder! You just said that because you could!"

"Kesesesesese!"

"Commie!"

"Nazi!"

"Бесполезная американский."

"Hoes!"

"Ungentlemanly!"

"Please, calm down..."

"You're no hero!"

"Shut up!"

"Stop yelling, please...!"

"Jeder, bitte aufhören!"

"All of you, shut up!"

Everyone went quiet.

"Why do I have to keep the peace? Isn't that Germany's job?" A slightly angry and young blonde German groaned.

"Thank you, Big Bruder..." A slight cough came from a smaller girl who was the spitting image of the teen in the cell beside her.

"I know you jerks may not care about my little sister, but I do! And if you keep yelling insults at each other, it helps nothing! How is a young country supposed to grow if all the countries around here are constantly arguing?!"

"I brought the food!" A young voice called from the entrance of the building they were in. Cheering erupted from everywhere as the countries slammed at their doors, hungry as dogs. Especially since they recognized that voice. It was the daughter of the head scientist. She always brought good food, unlike the other scientists who brought stale bread and, for whatever reason, stale water, too. How does water even go stale?

"Michelle!" France said to the tanned teen with a blue dress. "Oh, how glad I am to see you! You're like a daughter to me, you know. I even see some of myself in you. Like good cooking. And fashion sense!"

"Good cooking? From you?" England scoffed. "Don't make me laugh. She must've gotten her skills from me." France nearly passed out.

"I don't think so, old guy." Michelle said. "Here's your Earl Grey and Biscuits. You know, they banned you from kitchen duty for a reason."

"This fucking place is like a prison." Romano mumbled as Michelle handed him his Italian coffee. (If it was even a bit like American coffee, he'd break his own neck)

"I know, I was here once." Michelle whispered under her breath.

"What was that, bello?" Italy asked as he readily grabbed for his coffee and toast.

"Nothing!" She assured him. After serving breakfast to everyone, Michelle went to the doors.

"Wait, what about me?!" America shouted. "I'm starved!"

Michelle laughed. "Dunkin' Donuts was closed, stupide."

"Hey, even though that was in Mexican, I know that meant stupid!"

"It's French, you pig!" France cried out, highly offended.

"Whatever, bro!" America laughed. Before they even knew, Michelle was gone.

"I. Am. So. Boooooorredd." America groaned. "Someone be entertaining!"

"Ne, Roma, let's sing!" Italy said with a smile.

"No way." Romano replied, crossing his arms.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with pasta on top?"

"No, Italy! Could you stop bothering me?!"

"Wah, I'm sorry, Roma!" Italy whined. "Please forgive me! Don't be mad at me, per favore!"

"I'm not mad at you, fratello. Just irritated! Shut up!"

Italy whimpered. Germany sighed.

"Subject 314, Italy? You're going to be tested on." A redheaded scientist said, looking down at his clipboard. "And subject 21, Prussia? You too."

Woah! What'll happen to those two?

Hell, I don't even know. I'm just kinda going as it goes.

If that makes sense...

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Translations: (Translations may not be 100% accurate, because I use Google Translate)

Россия: Russia (Russian)

спасибо: Thank you (Russian)

Нет: No. (Russian)

Homosexualité: Homosexuality (French)

Bastardo: Bastard (Italian)

Angleterre: England (French)

Ass-Stecker: Ass-plug (German)

Verdammt: Damn it (German)

Bruder: Brother (German)

Бесполезная американский: Useless American (Russian)

Jeder, bitte aufhören: Everyone, please stop! (German)

Bello: Beautiful (Italian)

Stupide: Stupid (French)

Per favore: Please (Italian)

Fratello: Brother (Italian)