Thank you my lovely reviewers! I hope this series of one shots is amusing, fun, flirty, and all around 'awesome;,

Thank you. I own nothing. Rated M for implication

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April fools day.

It had become the bane of many a country's existence. However, America absolutely loved it. It was a day to play harmless pranks on every nation she saw. Only those that had known her an incredibly long time knew to stay away on this day.

The would have too, had it not been a day that Germany scheduled an inopportune meeting.

America nearly cackled in delight, as she rubbed her hands together briskly.

It was show time.

She walked up to Bulgaria, who was going over his notes. An 'innocent' smile already plastered on her face. Her blue eyes were bright with mischief. Luckily enough for her, Bulgaria did not know America, personally, all that well. She also had some sources that informed her that Bulgaria was working on his 'Formal English'.

Oh... it was almost too easy.

"Good morning Bulgaria!" America said happily. The dark-haired nation turned to her with surprise.

"Hello, America. It is good... to see... you," he replied politely, if not a bit slowly.

America gasped, widening her eyes as much as she possibly could. She took a step back, raising a hand to her mouth in distress. It was the perfect picture of someone that looked utterly horrified and slightly offended.

There was a reason she was so good at acting... it was called Hollywood. You know, when Hollywood had actually had talent.

"How dare you?" She said in a small voice before turning on her heel and bursting through the hallway.

Bulgaria sputtered, wracking his brain on what he must have said. he thought it was a standard greeting. Had he gotten the words mixed up? He ran a hand through his hair, in concern. He would have to find out what the proper way to apologize was. He did not want this turning into an 'incident'. Bulgaria also made a mental not to hire a new English tutor.

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When England rounded the corner, America was ready.

She started sighing heavily, in a dreamy fashion while looking at Romainia. She'd spotted him coming in with Bulgaria and decided it was a 'two-for-one' special. Which, did not actually apply to this scenario at all, but hey... it was still fun.

England looked at her sharply. America started to grin in the same foolish manner she had when a new video game came out that she loved. A blush was on her cheeks.

"Good Morning, America." England said casually.

She glanced at him, her demeanor changing in a flash.

"Hey Iggy," she said with a sassy smile. "How are you doing?"

"I am well, and my name is not 'Iggy'. It is England. Or, if you prefer, The United Kingdom." He said, barely keeping his temper in check.

Ah man, she loved how easy it was to rile him up. It was freaking hysterical. She bit back a laugh, lest she ruin the prank before it even really started.

America rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, okay dude. What's up?"

England looked her over.

"Are you alright?" He ventured, gesturing to all of her.

"Oh yeah. Totally fine. I just..." She trailed off.

America gave herself a vacant stare and robotically turned back toward Romania. She blinked languidly, as if she were under some sort of hypnosis and sighed deeply again.

"In't he amazing?" she said with a slight equal at the end of her sentence.

England froze in front of her. Watching her intently. America tilted her head and clasped her hands together. Her eyes focused solely on Romania.

"No," England answered in a confused manner. "I do not find him terribly fascinating in the slightest."

America made a show of blinking rapidly, and her blue eyes moved to England's green.

"Oh! Hey Iggy," she said happily. "How are you doing?"

The older nation narrowed his eyes at her.

"America..." he warned.

She looked at him, the picture of confusion.

"What's up with you dude? Geez. Did someone piss in your wheaties?" She half-joked, as she grinned and slapped him on the back.

England watched her with eyes that were bright with suspicion.

"Anyway, I was thinking..." She trailed off again and jerkily moved to stare at Romania.

"America?" England asked, worriedly.

"Romania is the most amazing nation," she said in a monotone voice. "Isn't he?"

"Why the sudden interest in Romania?" Her former guardian asked in a quiet tone, his green eyes wandered her face.

"I have always been interested in Romania," she replied mechanically. "I only want Romania."

There was a tic in his jaw, that America could not see because she was too busy giving goo-goo eyes to the fanged nation.

"Right," England said furiously.

America could only watch and giggle as England strode over and attacked Romania for 'using a love spell on America.'

Iggy was the best.

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"Hey Russia?"

"Da?" The violet eyed nation asked, barely sparing her a glance.

"So, I was talking to Belarus, and it was strange because she had a wedding dress on. Is there an event I don't know about... Hey Russia! Where are you going dude?"

Russia's only reply, besides the panic-stricken look on his face, was the slamming of the meeting room door.

She laughed until she cried.

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It was all fun and games, until she decided to play a prank on Prussia.

She would learn from this that a nation should never play a prank of Prussia.

Ever.

She'd become bored now that Russia had fled and her eyes wandered over the sea of national faces to find her next intended target.

Unfortunately for both of them, Prussia's white hair and red eyes really stood out. America hummed to herself as she got up and wandered over toward Greece.

"Hey," she said with a sweet smile. "Can I sit here today?"

Greece looked at her and nodded.

"Thanks," America replied. She grinned at Greece.

Greece knew what she was up to already. She'd gotten him last year, and she saw the cat-shaped post-it note on his memo pad. It read April 1st. America.

Oh, he was so adorable to remember. Though she supposed getting out of all that saran wrap had been a pain in the ass. Huh.

She'd send him an apology cat.

He still liked cats, right?

She quickly seated herself when Greece moved. Her blue eyes were nearly glowing in anticipation.

"Psst. Prussia." America whispered. "Prussia."

Said albino turned toward her, a questioning look on his face.

"What?" He asked quietly, because the meeting was due to start any minute now.

"You are the greatest uke ever," America said enthusiastically.

Prussia blinked, confusion clear on his face.

Oh..

OH!

He didn't know what an uke was? America's inner mischief devil reared to life. She translated it into a large grin.

"And don't you forget it." She continued, with a firm nod.

Prussia smiled back, obviously taking her words as a compliment.

"Uke? Well, yes, of course. I am the greatest anything." He replied boastfully.

"Yes," America grinned deviously, "You are the most awesomest of Ukes."

Prussia's chest puffed up a bit and he sat a little straighter. Saying 'awesome' to Prussia was like giving catnip to a cat.

Utterly adorable, and sort of funny at the same time.

America caught sight of her brother, Canada, and quickly jotted something down on a piece of paper, it only looked a little official. It was probably nothing.

She folded it into an airplane as Germany called the meeting to order.

She launched it, and watched in satisfaction as it landed neatly in front of Canada. Her sibling looked at her with a disapproving expression.

Yes, he knew what day it was.

America made a show of coughing, and rubbing her throat. Canada blinked, looked at her suspiciously, and unfolded the note.

He glanced at her, with worry, after reading her words. And she could tell the exact instant he caved... Like she knew he would.

America greatly enjoyed the look of shock on everyone's face when she was able to get Canada to answer every question for her. She claimed she had laryngitis.

Sudden onset.

She launched a series of paper airplanes so that Canada could respond properly.

And it was hysterical to listen to Canada try and swear, because America insisted he 'had to say it verbatim'.

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In America's defense, she could not have known.

So, in that respect, she was a little blameless. But, even she admitted that the term only a little applied.

Because at the time she'd found it hilarious.

She could not have known that Prussia would take her words to heart. Or that he would strut into a bar, later that day, and announce that he was 'The most Amesomest Uke ever.' Or that this would have a varying range of reactions. She certainly could not have known that some nations would take offense to the idea that Prussia was a better uke than them.

America hadn't really though that out.

Therefore, it would never have occurred to her that Prussia would challenge said other ukes to see who was better.

Or that in his confusion over what the true ukes were doing, that japan would have to explain it to him

And she really hand't guessed that Austria was gay. she'd thought since he was with Hungary for so long...

It really did not matter actually. Because either way, she was in trouble.

The female nation could not foresee the future. For, if she had, she would have known that three days later, Prussia would track her down. In her own home and tackle her to the floor.

"Oh come on Prussia," America yelled in exasperation. "It was a joke!"

His red eyes narrowed on her face as she tried to squirm out from under him. Even with her abnormal strength, Prussia was keeping a tight hold on her.

Crap... he was really mad.

"I was propositioned," he hissed lowly. "By Japan."

America bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Well... see... now some people would be flattered by-"

Prussia's face loomed above hers.

"And by Austria," he replied in a deadly tone as his breath ghosted over her face.

She stopped feeling amused. That was not a good sign.

The male nation glared at her heatedly. "Austria had this crazy idea that all the wars between us, and the hostility, was due to the fact that I was angry he hadn't 'topped' me."

Ah... ah crap. America stilled and her eyes went wide.

"Fortunately, Japan saw fit to fill me in on what an uke was." The way his voice dipped caused America to shiver.

"Ha ha," she laughed nervously, "Prussia, dude-"

He covered her mouth with his hand to silence her.

"However, he also told me what it means to be a seme."

His grin had her renewing her struggles. America might not be the brightest bulb in the box, but she knew that sort of look. She'd seen enough of Japan's works.

America managed to buck him off, and Prussia started laughing wickedly. She scrambled for the door, but he caught her leg and she fell on her stomach.

"Come on Prussia," she pleaded with a whining tone. "Take a joke."

"Oh no," He said sensually, "I don't take. I give."

America let out a shriek as he drug her closer. She tried to kick and grabbed hold of the doorframe, attempting to prevent herself from getting any closer to the Germanic former nation.

"America, if you don't stop struggling, I'm going to get mean," he promised lowly.

America refused to admit it was an appealing idea.

"Bite me," she snapped.

"Don't tempt me," he replied silkily.

He had a firm grip on her ankle when America heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone.

"Hey," she said, looking behind her, "no. Knock that off."

His red eyes narrowed at her with such a commanding look that she could only stare at him. There was some ripping of cloth, and she started shouting.

"Knock it off dude! I will beat your..."

She heard his zipper being undone and it had her trailing off. She looked at Prussia, then down, then back at Prussia. Both of them were silent, but he seemed smug.

She blinked her pretty blue eyes.

America made a dramatic show of letting go of the doorframe.

"Oh no," she said with a gasp.

Prussia grinned and yanked her closer.

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The next meeting, Prussia was standing with America and several nations were walking about.

She'd had to apologize to a few of them already. That wasn't so bad. However...

"Say it." Prussia whispered in her ear.

America blushed and looked out the window.

"Prussia claimed my vital regions," she announced loudly.

"And?" He prompted, poking her in the side.

She gave him an exasperated look.

"And I loved it." She finished, still blushing.

England strode forward, and reached for America. Likely to pull her away from the scene.

However, he never made it that far. His hand neared her and Prussia slapped it away.

"Hey. Hands off my uke." Prussia snapped.