"M-mister Russia, I didn't k-know you would b-be back so s-soon..."

Lithuania shuddered as his fellow nation stepped through the double doors. With an unusual amount of care, Russia closed the doors and locked them. He shook the heavy amounts of snow and ice off of his work boots, before sliding them off and leaving them haphazardly laying down on the floor.

Groaning, Russia trudged over to the couch Lithuania was residing on and sat down. Thanking Lithuania for the cup of warm tea, he sipped it and sighed.

"Lithuania." Russia grumbled. He sniffed the air carefully. The scents of basil, maple, and fish were wafting around the front of the house. It seemed to be focusing around the living room. A chilling grin was settled onto the Russian's face as he turned to his companion. "What did I say about visitors?"

"T-that it's w-wrong?"

"Da. Why do I smell that odor? It smells terrible."

Lithuania squeaked when Russia suddenly stood up, knocking down a teacup. Thankfully, he caught it with reflexes that he used quite often. The Lithuanian was happy to see that Russia had failed to notice that little bit, for he was searching the living room and the coat closet- the coat closet?!

Quickly, Lithuania clapped his hands together. "Mister Russia, I do believe that Belarus was visiting today. She wanted to talk to you about where to hold the wedding for herself and you. I was actually getting ready to tidy things up, so perhaps you would like to go freshen up?" By the time Lithuania had finished his impromptu speech, Russia had already sprinted up the stairs and into his room.

"Wow, I'm impressed! You finally didn't stutter around the vodka b*stard!" Romano slowly clapped as he stepped out of the closet. Following behind him was a blushing Japan, who looked as if he was going to faint, and Canada, who had calmly stepped out. He helped Japan out of the closet carefully, to which Japan muttered a quick thanks and stumbled into the nearby bathroom.

Canada shook his head sadly, his light blonde hair swishing back and forth. "Poor Kiku, I bet that was a bit much for the old guy." He said. Brushing some of his hair out of his face, Canada giggled. "But did you see Ivan's face? That was priceless!"

"The old coot certainly had it in for him! About time that f*cker got a taste of his own sh*tty medicine." Romano sat next to Lithuania and slipped his arm around the tense man's shoulders. "I'm really impressed, kid. Didn't know you had it in you!"

"You all are acting like this is some big accomplishment. It wasn't much...really. I just pulled out a white lie, nothing more, and nothing less. But..his face was funny." Lithuania smirked.

Japan came out the bathroom, no longer looking like a strawberry. Still slightly dizzy, the oriental man walked towards the couch and sat down at a distance from everyone else. "I-it was quite impressive. I am very happy for you, Toris-kun."

"Kolkolkolkol...did someone play a trick on me?"

"F*ck me, f*ck you, f*ck everyone in this household!" Romano screeched as he jumped behind Canada, who was going into invisi-mode. Japan had successfully gotten into the closet again, but this time, he was alone. Nobody would be able to touch him...nobody...

Anyway, Russia was standing at the end of a grandstaircase. In-between his fingers were two very long iron pipes that were covered with suspicious-looking stains.

"Eh, those stains look like the ones on my hockey stick!"

"Canada!" Everyone whisper-yelled. Certainly this was not the time for Canada to speak at a normal level, especially when a seven-foot tall Russian was glaring at them.

Russia chuckled evilly. "Ah, privet, Matvey. When did you get here?"

Canada smiled and waved cheerfully. "Hi Ivan! I've been here- oof..I just arrived..." He mentally groaned at the warning butt pinch he had gotten from Romano.

"That is good...Lithuania, would you be a dear and take out my snowball machine?"

Lithuania spit out some of the herbal tea he was drinking. In disbelief, the nation stood up and went into the closet. Japan was shaking as he slowly came out of the closet.

Haha, he came out of the closet.

Soon, every country in the world had come to see this historic fight. America chortled giddily as he spoke into the microphone.

"Welcome, dudes and dudettes, to the first annual 'Let's Kick Commie Butt' tournament!" All of the countries cheered, except for a certain Russian and a set of Baltics.

"On the right side of the arena, we have the one and only, Commie-B*stard! Ow, ow, okay, Iggy! Darn, stick-in-the-butt." America cleared out his throat, then called out with a bored voice. "And by Commie-B*stard, I mean Russia." With a lazy swoop of his arm, a spotlight rained down onto the large nation, who merely chuckled at his rival's antics.

"And on the left side of the arena, or the freedom side, as I would like to call it, we have Canadia, Japan, Lithuania, and..and..Romano!"

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

"Calm down, Roma. You can kill him later."

Romano pouted and crossed his arms. But, it was pretty tough to cross your arms when you're wearing a fluffy parka and goggles. Japan and Lithuania also seemed to have problems moving in the heavy coats, but Canada was treating it like it was a second nature to him.

"Alright, let the snowball fight commence! And yes, I know that word! Go!"

Almost instantly, the Fourseen jumped into action.

Japan used his amazing speed to build a series of snow forts that were covered with a thick layer of ice.

Romano was quickly making snowballs (and secretly stuffed some chunks of ice into a few).

Lithuania had hidden behind one of the shields and was having a panic attack.

Canada was making and throwing snowballs at fifty miles per hour, which was so fast, that his arms became a blur.

Russia was doing the same thing, except his snowballs were huge. And by huge, we mean colossal. Not to mention the rickety, old machine that was slowly churning out pitiful snowballs. Everyone halted in their screaming or fighting to watch the machine.

Moldova giggled childishly,"It looks like it's going to po-"

"RUSSIA, I SWEAR, IF YOU WEREN'T A GIANT MURDERER, I WOULD MURDER YOU!"

"B-but Romania.."

"SHUT UP BULGARIA!"

Then the fight continued as if nothing inappropriate had happened. Except for France, who attempted to start a kiss cam. Poor Lithuania, how France got into the arena successfully is still a mystery.

Well, how did it all end? It ended with Lithuania and Japan vowing to never step foot into snow again, Romano punching America in the face, and everyone banning Canada and Russia from having snowball fights.

R.I.P, Lithuania's tea set, you will be missed.

Even I don't know what happened in this one, and I write crack so often...the idea for this chapter goes to-

Poo. Uh...I lost that PM. Darn you internet! If it was you, PM me and I'll give you credit, just..ah, someone punch me. Thanks for reading.