As Russia stepped through the opened glass door his face became well acquainted with a striped towel.

Hungary held up pillows from the couch, hurling them in an attempt to hit Prussia. Various furniture was turned over in a pitiful excuse for a fort that said albino was hiding in.

"We're countries, it's not like we can die!" Prussia huffed, narrowly avoiding a close encounter with a pillow.

Russia took a step forward, frowning slightly at the crunching sound that followed. He rose a foot to observe the pretzels scattered on the floor. The Russian sighed, opening his mouth to speak before being pushed aside by a blur of blonde.

"You monsters!" America shrieked, scooping up the pretzel crumbs. They fell through his shaking fingers. "They didn't do anything to you!"

Hungary paused, her pillow poised just inches from Prussia's face. Her voice was hushed as she asked, "… Is he talking to the food?"

"Wait…" Spain shook his head in confusion as he took in the trashed room. "You were only alone for like thirty seconds, how did you manage to…?"

"I'm done with this!" Hungary snapped, striking the pillow to Prussia's head and storming off.

Prussia removed the pillow and lifted his head to call after the Hungarian only to have it shoved back down by Russia's hand as he passed. "Stay."

"I'm not a dog…!" Prussia muttered, picking himself up. He ran a hand through his hair before turning to the two nations standing by the glass door (who were shaking their heads in disapproval).

"You just don't know how pick up ladies-" America's comment was cut short as Spain cuffed him over the head.

"Idiota [idiot], that's what you're worried about?" Spain scoffed, rolling his eyes. He grinned at Prussia, adding, "Just give her time to cool off."

"Ja [yeah], but-"

Clang!

The three simultaneously looked up with a start.

"What was that?" America furrowed his eyebrows in concern, his eyes glued to the ceiling.

"Who knows?" Prussia gestured towards Spain, catching his attention. He mischievously grinned and continued, "Maybe it was a ghost."

'Que[What]?' Spain mouthed though immediately perked up when he caught on. "A-Ah, si [yes], maybe it's that Xenia girl coming to get her revenge?"

The American's head snapped down to look at the pair, his face paling. "W-What? But I thought ghosts could only haunt the places they died in! So she can't, like, come up out of the water or whatever, right? … Right?!"

"Maybe in America… But, you know, this is Russia." Prussia held back a laugh.

Clang!

They heard the sound again; it was metallic and hollow.

Spain inched towards Prussia, staring at the space behind the American with a horrified expression. He elbowed the albino, jerking his head towards America. "Do you see her?"

"Wait… See who?"

"Ja [yeah]," Prussia replied, squinting his eyes. "but I can't tell if that's lipstick or blood…"

"If there's anything I learned from Slender, it's not to turn around." America's words came out in a rush. "Guys. W-What's behind me?"

CLANG!

The sound came from directly behind them, frightening the nations. The two Bad Touch Trio members screamed and jumped into each other's arms as America dove for the overturned couch.

Spain turned towards the source, horror written on his features. He deadpanned. "Belarus?!"

Belarus stood in the entrance to the hall, struggling with the array of tools she cradled as she bent down to pick up a stray wrench.

Russia appeared behind her and earned another scream from the BTT members. "Belarus? What are you doing?"

"The showers are broken." She flatly replied, straightening herself and walking away.

Hungary joined Russia a moment later, her luggage held under an arm.

Prussia stared at her blankly a moment before shoving his Spanish friend and sending him flying towards the couch. "Wait! You're leaving? I didn't mean to offend you that much-!"

The Hungarian teen held up a hand to interrupt him. "I'm not angry anymore, you fasz [dick]! My boss's secretary called saying it was his birthday. I have to return home." She wrinkled her nose with a giggle. "Do you really think you could scare me away?"

The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

Spain hauled himself to his feet, smiling as if he didn't, in fact, just get shoved to the ground. "It was fun while it lasted, Hungary! Tell your boss Feliz Cumpleaños [Happy Birthday]~"

"I will," Hungary smiled. "Tell America I said goodbye when he comes back."

Russia blinked in realization. "I was too busy enjoying the silence to notice that he was gone. Did Xenia get him?" He teased.

America abruptly stood up from behind the couch, shuddering violently and clutching a pillow. "So it was you who sent that crazy bitch after me, wasn't it you little fuck?! You and your communist shit won't be able to scare me that easily! You'll see, you'll all see when McDonalds finally takes over your nasty-ass restaurant businesses and everything becomes freedom fries! Just you wait, my capitalism will take over your stupid communism-"

"Calmate [calm down]! Calmate amigo [calm down, friend]! We were just joking, there was no ghost!" Spain reassured.

As Spain attempted to calm down the fussing American, Hungary voiced a farewell to Russia before handing him her gift and leaving. By the time Russia returned from showing her to the door, he was annoyed to find that the two European countries and the American were still bickering with each other. "... I think we should all take shower now."

"'We'? What do you mean by 'we'?" Prussia was immediately suspicious that this was another chance for them all to 'become one'.

"Que [what]?" Spain asked, confused at America's reaction of backing away slowly with his hands up.

At that moment, a distressed cry interrupted the conversation. They all turned to see Ukraine walking towards them with a worried expression. "Little brother, the showers aren't working except for one of the guest bathrooms! It looks like someone broke them, but I don't know who!"

Belarus showed herself from behind Ukraine. "Let us take a shower together, big brother!"

Russia decided it would be best to ignore Belarus's comment. Turning to the other nations he replied, "Okay, then."

The youngest sibling smiled, turning and stalking away.

Russia looked at her curiously before continuing, "We'll have to take turns. Who goes first?"

Ukraine suggests that they should take showers in pairs. "The heater won't last long enough to warm the water for more than two showers," She explained.

Prussia and Spain immediately snapped their gazes to each other and with a shared nod stepped forward. "We'll take a shower together," They chorused.

"Woah, woah, hold on a sec'. I am not taking a shower with that commie bastard." America complained, glaring daggers at the Russian.

Russia smiled. "As long as I shower with someone, it is okay with me. Let's see what we can do."

They briefly discussed their options. After a small brawl, a guessing game and a match of rock-paper-scissors, it was decided that America would shower with Spain and Russia would shower with Prussia (despite his protests).

"Take one for the team, pal." America grinned, patting him on the back before following Spain to the only working shower.

After they left, Prussia turned to Russia.

"… Did you even get in the water?"

A/N from Hazel: I'm way too tired for this. And shhhnoo it can totes be from Hazel nooo sfdsfsadfdasf. Oh man, I'm like pooped. We get to go to a mall tomorrow. I want to wear that horse mask. c: Why am I even saying this stuff?

A/N from LHP: 'Cause I fucking can UGH I'm so tired Hav-Hazel *slams head on desk* and if you wear that horse mask you're giving me a piggyback ride... whether you like it or not :)

A/N from Hazel, yo: You've got yourself a deal! :D You know, I find it amusing how when we type these we quite literally just sit here in silence. Like, I get texting each other while in the same room (actually, no I don't-) but we're legit just two breathing fleshy bodies just sitting right here next to each other and typing to each other as if we're like countries apart pen pals oMG GIRLFRIEND 11112.

A/N from LHP: *laughs* (too lazy to type it out) I've never thought about that! XD UGH Keep reading and shit make a fucking review every once in a while okay? G'night *knocks out*

A/N from Hazel: Wsdfasf, well, I mean, if you want. C: You know. Because reviews are nice. QWQ DSfsafasf. But yes, in terms of actually relating to the story, this chapter was a tad uneventful. But the next chapter is an author's pick for both of us, I believe. Yes? No? Yes? Yes. Yes it is. :3 Shhh it's legit 3:00 am exactly we're allowed to be braindead dsfsafasdf. Weeeelllp, since we've somehow turned the author's note section into a twitter feed, I'm going to roll away now. I've got sunshine in my pants. Again, please review because it helps us out more than you could imagine!