Here's chapter 2!

Needless to say, it wasn't hard to follow and find the run away American. America had thought it a good idea to hide in a janitor's closet just down the hall from the conference room. Unfortunately for him, he never took his offensive odor into consideration. The offended nations stood outside the door, Germany quietly giving them hand signals. France stood in front of the door, his hand lightly resting on the handle. England and Russia stood off just to the side, ready to tackle America if he tried to flee. The others stood back, ready to help England and Russia if they needed it. With a silent countdown with his fingers, Germany nodded at France, who then proceeded to open the door.

America could hear his fellow nations outside the door. Try as they may to remain unnoticed, they didn't seem to realize he could hear their footsteps and see their shadows from the crack under the door. He wasn't sure what they were planning, but before he could think about it any further, he was suddenly blinded by a bright light as the door was yanked open. He quickly shielded his eyes, but was almost immediately tackled to the floor by England and Russia.

"Hey! Get the hell off of me!" America yelled, kicking and thrashing his arms. While he might have been stronger than any of the other countries, being pinned down by a giant and the Eyebrow King, made it next to impossible for him to get up.

"You are getting a bath and that's all there is to it, you wanker!" England snapped, having to fight back the urge to puke.

"You're not giving me a bath!" America screamed. England merely rolled his eyes, remembering all of the times he'd had to fight with him as a colony to bathe.

"If I can make you take a bath as a child, I can bloody well do it to you as an adult."

"I can make comrade take bath, easy!" Russia smiled as he held up his trusty pipe. Before anyone could protest, the Russian clonked America over the head, effectively knocking him out.

"Bloody hell! We weren't trying to knock him out!" England snapped, scowling at the larger man.

"But it is effective, da?"

England merely sighed and stood up. "Yes, I suppose it is. We best get him into the bath before he wakes up."

Taking that as his cue, Russia easily lifted America up over his shoulder and walked out of the closet, England following close behind.

The first thing America noticed when he started to wake up, was that he was wet. The next thing he realized was that he was sitting in something hard and cool to the touch. Opening his eyes, he groaned and blinked a few times before taking in his surroundings. He saw that he was in a bath tub and that the wet feeling was a thick red liquid that covered him from the waist down. Immediately his still foggy mind came up with a thought that scared him.

"What the holy fuck?! Why the hell am I sitting in a tub of blood?!"

"Keep it down you twit. You're in a tub of tomato juice. Someone, I can't seem to recall who, told us that you had been sprayed by a skunk...while I have no idea what a 'skunk' is, they said that tomato juice will get rid of the smell." England glared at his former colony, a clothes pin on his nose.

"Oh..." America frowned and looked down at himself, then quickly realized something. "I'm naked!"

England rolled his eyes and sighed. "Git, you're not bloody naked! You're still wearing your under garments."

"My wha...?"

"You're underwear!"

"Oh! I knew that!"

"I'm sure you did..." The Brit muttered under his breath.

"Anyway, I'm getting out now. This crap's cold!" America replied as he started to stand up. England frowned and pulled him back down.

"I don't think so. You haven't been washed up yet. You still stink." England replied.

"Fine. Get out then." America said.

"Not so fast. I know how you like to pretend you're washing up when in reality you're just playing around. I am going to wash you to ensure you get clean."

America's face quickly turned redder than the tomato juice he was currently sitting in. "Wh-what?!"

"You heard me." England crossed his arms over his chest.

"Screw this! I'm not letting you wash me!"

"And why not? I used to do it all the time when you were younger."

"Yeah well, that's different!"

"How so?"

"Eh..."

England raised an eyebrow, a smirk faintly visible.

"I don't know! But it's seriously messed up!"

"Oh quit your whining. The sooner I wash you up, the sooner you can get out." Picking up a scrub brush from the side of the tub, England dipped it into the juice before proceeding to scrub down his former charge.

America, being the hero that he was, decided to just sit there and deal with it. That was the most heroic thing he could think of doing in this situation. Besides, it's not like the others were there to see him. England had told them to leave before America woke up, knowing he would do everything in his power to escape if anyone else were watching.

By the time America was scrubbed down, England had removed the clothes pin from his nose. "Ah, much better!" He smiled, taking a deep breath of clean air.

"Easy for you to say...You're not covered in tomato juice..." America grumbled.

"Oh shut it. You can take a shower now to clean it off." England said.

"Good! Now get outta here!" America said, hopping out of the tub and practically throwing the Englishman out the door.

With that, he slammed and locked the door before going back to the tub. He quickly drained the juice out, then stripped out of his boxers before hopping into the shower. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he finally relaxed as the warm water washed the remains of the juice off of him.

Outside the bathroom, England was smirking as he made his way back to the conference room. The others were waiting there for him, all but Germany, Italy, and Japan, wearing smug expressions. Walking into the room, he closed the door behind him, then looked at his fellow nations.

"Did you blokes get the photos?" He asked, glancing at each nation.

"H-hai!" Japan nodded, holding up his trusty digital camera. "But America-san will not be happy once he finds out..."

"Yes, I know. But the benefits of these photographs outweigh the consequences. These images will be perfect black-mailing material. As far as the git knows, I was the only one present at the time."

"But Angleterre, we have another question on our hands." France said.

"Hm? And what would that be, frog?"

"What is a skunk?" The Frenchman asked.

"Ah...I have no idea. But whatever it is, it is a foul thing."

"I know what a skunk is..." Came a quiet response.

"Bloody hell! Is there a ghost in here?" England frowned as he tried to pinpoint the source of the quiet voice.

"I do not think so, mon ami."

"It was me. Canada."

"Canada...? Ah, I didn't see you there!" England replied, hiding his shock as the Canadian seemed to materialize right before their eyes. Canada merely sighed, used to being forgotten. "As you were saying...you know what a skunk is?"

"Yeah. It's a mammal that lives in North America. They have different markings, but they're almost always black and white. When they're threatened, they can spray this foul smelling liquid at whatever is threatening them..." Canada explained. He had learned long ago not to mess with a skunk, unless of course it was descented. But that only applied to those kept by people crazy enough to have one as a pet. "I have a picture of one." Holding it up, Canada watched the others take a close look at the creature in the picture.

"Blimey! That little rodent caused this entire mess?" England exclaimed.

"They're not rodents, eh." Canada replied.

"Oh. Right. Well, I'm just glad to smelly buggers don't live in my country." England said.

France nodded in agreement. "Oui. I am glad as well. They would ruin mon beau pays."

The others nodded in agreement, all except for Italy. He looked at the picture a bit longer before smiling.

"Ve~ I think they are carino! Germany, can I get one?"

"Nein!"

Mon beau pays – my beautiful country (French)

Carino – cute (Italian)