A/N: I still don't get why people are reading this crack trollfic. Anyway, here's a little (effortless) update. Please read the Author's note below the story if you want this thing to continue. This is one of my last updates and I'm only updating because of your reviews, so thanks for reviewing.

"Thank you for coming, Amerika. So, we are going to discuss your plans for going into space, da?"

"Yeah-" Alfred was cut off by a loud pounding noise coming from a nearby wall. He shifted on the couch a little and suspiciously asked "Dude, what is that?"

"Oh, that sound?" Ivan pointed at the wall behind him.

The banging got louder and a painting of sunflowers began to shake.

"You're not torturing anyone, are you?" Alfred glared at him.

"Of course not. That's just my sixth wife, self inflicting brain damage by pounding head on wall," Ivan replied with an innocent smile.

"Wait. You have six wives? And they're all as psycho as you are?" the American exclaimed.

"I 'had', not 'have'. I killed other five."

The man across Alfred just stared at him, being the usual creeper he was, until a door was kicked open. Yao bolted out of the room and started complaining to Ivan about...complete nonsense. Maybe pounding his head against the wall did cause significant brain damage.

"Ivan, you need to help me aru. Your basement is infested with radioactive pandas!" Yao grabbed Ivan by his shoulders as his left eye twitched. Both his eyes had dark circles around them and there were bruises on his forehead.

"But I don't have a basement. Ah, I'm sorry, Amerika. Sixth wife has been...a little... mentally unstable lately," Ivan tried to explain to his visitor as he coaxed Yao to take a seat.

"Why me...of all people aru?" Yao covered his face with his hands and almost fake sobbed. If that was possible.

"And...also emotionally unstable,"

Alfred cringed a bit and yelled "Hold on. China is your sixth wife? What have you done to him? He totally lost it!"

"Don't be so loud aru! Everyone else will hear!" Yao sounded like a conspiracy theorist running around the street, his eye still twitching. It's not like South Korea or, even worse, Hungary could hear them many countries away.

"And what have you been telling him aru? I'm not your wife! You never even had any 'wives' in the first place!" Yao raised his voice, irritated.

"Well, would you like to be the first one, da?" Ivan had an innocent smile and a purple aura as he stared into Yao's eyes, in the verge of insanity.

"Are we going to talk about space or not?" Alfred tried to remind the other two about the purpose of the meeting.

"Look what you did, Yao-yao. You mentally scarred him," Ivan said with a grin.

"It's nothing," Alfred shrugged, "I was raised by France for a while so he already did the job many years ago."

Important Author's Note for Those Who Want This Story to Continue:

I didn't want to be the person who does this but...

This is now going to be some collab fic/round robin.

I'm going to stop updating this story, however, you- the readers- can go update it yourself. I will be setting a few rules though.

1) Absolutely NO LEMON

2)Send it through PM, not reviews. I'll give you credit.

3)Write a question of some kind to determine who will write the next chapter.

So, I will occasionally update to keep this in order or to make new rules.

The one who will write the next chapter needs to get one of these questions right for this chapter (not exactly questions, but...yeah)

1) The significance of September 12 to the story

2) Identify the Call of Duty reference in this chapter

Send your answer to my questions through PM along with your new chapter, your question(s), and the answers to your question.

If you answer correctly, I will update this story with the chapter you wrote. If many people send me an entry at once (I doubt it), then I'll choose the one I like best.

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