A/N - Uploaded in record time! :D Okay, not really. ;P Still, I told some friends that I'd update soon and I freaked out yesterday night because my internet stopped working and I thought of NOTHING else but reviewing Grey's works and uploading the story (in that order) so...yeah. ^^; I know it's short, but that's just the way I space out my stories. Read and review, emphasis on REVIEW. If I was America, I'd underline that four times. (*chuckle* Inside joke.)

Well, yeah. Later guys, PLEASE give me feedback or *here's the threat* I won't update in a while. Hoooo~ Scary~

Tchyeah. (Why am I still typing?) I've got a tennis match to lose. Type to you guys later.

~~~(CH3_A Prompt Visit)~~~

"England!" America called, knocking on the door to his dorm room.

Dorms were reserved for every personified country in the Palace of Nations whenever they had their monthly world meeting but came too early or did not have an immediate plan for a ride home. England usually liked to stay out of his country one extra day or so to avoid jetlag before making Spain drop him off home. He should still be here.

"England!" America said a bit louder, knocking harder too. "Hey! Open the damn door! E-n-gland! Answer me, fu-!"

BANG!

Frightened, America pressed his back against the door. After a couple of seconds, he turned his head to look at the source of the sound. Host Switzerland and his freaking revolver. He could just slap himself.

"Quiet down, won't you! Or I'll empty all the chambers in your chest." And with that, the Swiss man dusted the gunpowder off his clothes and walked past the major power.

America sighed in relief, resting a hand on the handle of the door. A hero could only take so much!

He shifted his weight to the other side and found himself tumbling on his back into England's dorm with a thud.

Aaaah…It was OPEN…

The country giggled before sitting up and cleaning his glasses with his T-shirt. A sound trickled into his ears. It was small, but audible. The kind of mysterious sound that screamed 'FIND ME!'. Slipping through the corridor, it got louder. It was a voice. America turned left and pressed an ear against the closest door where the beating of a shower could be heard, along with a familiar voice and tune.

"Ahhh! What a nice world that can be drawn with pastels! A tube is transportation!"

"That's really him?~" America finished to the melody quietly. He muffled his laughter and waltzed into the next room where a TV and remote called out to him. He'd just have to wait, he supposed…

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A/N - Why do I always put an author's note in the beginning and the end?

Ummm... I really like making things take place in Switzerland's 'house' for some reason. ^-^ Dunno why. Just do. I don't think it's as barren and old-working as the Philippines, but not as chaotic as America... Some kind of calm in between. ^^ Oh, and don't know why I changed it to "pastels" instead of "paintbrush". Sounds like Iggy to me~ And the reason why Iggy is supposedly singing? Well! You'll find that out next time...if enough of you people review! *pout* Swear, on my Nejiten stories I'd put a minimum of reviews I reach before I upload and I've only gotten the amount ONCE. I asked for 5, then 4, then 3... *groan*

...I can see why Grey is annoyed. :(

REVIEW FOR THE LOVE OF GRAPES! XO

~TMRomance