A/N: Aha, sorry for the wait, all. Hope you like this chapter~

I know I said no pairings, but there may be a teensy bit of CanadaxMexico. It's just so freaking cute in my head. x3

Germany was still laughing as he and his companions left the building. "That prank worked pretty good, huh?" he snickered.

Japan nodded silently.

"America seemed sad about it, though," Italy whimpered. "Do you think he'll get mad at us?"

"Oh, he'll realize it was a prank tomorrow, when he puts on his normal-sized clothes again," Germany replied. "Then, there's no need to tell him it was us. And I don't think he'd figure it out, anyway. He'll probably just blame Russia."

"Okay, if you say so, Germany," Italy replied, cheering up again.

"Didn't Canada take all of America's normal clothing?" Japan asked suddenly.

"Ah! That's right!" Germany exclaimed. "We'll have to tell him we're done…" He looked around. "…Has he already left?"

"I'm right here…"

"Right! I knew that," Germany responded, turning a few degrees to face Canada. "So, uh, you heard us, right?"

"Mmm-hmm," Canada replied with a nod. "I'll try to put them back today."

"All right, thanks!" Germany replied.

"And thank you for letting me participate in this. It was really fun…ny…" He trailed off as he realized the now-leaving group didn't hear him.

"Well, it doesn't look like he's home," Canada muttered, peering through America's window and seeing only darkness. "That's good." He put his hand on the doorknob, which still freely turned, and opened the door warily. The alarm did not go off, however, and he tiptoed inside, closing the door behind him.

"Ah! Canada!"

Canada flinched, but soon realized the voice that had caught him was Mexico's.

"Hello," Canada replied. He paused. "Wait… You… recognized me?"

"Of course I did," Mexico scoffed. "Your cowlick's a lot different than your brother's, and your eyes are a whole lot prettier."

"My… eyes..?"

"So!" Mexico started abruptly. "What brings you here today?"

"Oh, um, I'm just bringing America's normal clothes back," Canada replied, nodding at the clothing slung over his shoulder.

"Ah, right. Go ahead." Mexico stepped out of the way, allowing Canada to start down the corridor to America's room.

"Thanks…"

"Well… I'll… see you later, I guess?" Canada said, hand on the front door's doorknob.

"Yeah," Mexico replied. "See you."

Canada opened the door. "Maybe you could come over to my house sometime…?"

"That'd be nice," Mexico replied with a smile.

"Okay. Well… Bye."

"Bye."

America yawned, stumbling off his bed before he was fully awake. "I wonder if that was all just a dream…" he mumbled. "Maybe it's just now Friday, and none of that happened…" He yawned and looked over at his scale. "Well, one way to find out." He walked over to the scale and fiddled with it until it gave him a reading.

"I guess it wasn't a dream…" America sighed, stepping off the scale and putting on his day clothes.

"Definitely… not a dream," he grumbled, tugging at his belt hard to make it fit. "Guess I'll keep at that diet, then… But the peppers taste like crap… Oh, well…"

"Ah! Mr. America! Haven't seen you here in a while!" called the McDonald's employee behind the counter as she waved at who was usually her biggest customer. "How long's it been, a week? I thought you'd left us!"

"Oh, I wouldn't do that, Nikki!" America replied with a smile, stepping up to the counter. "Just had to go on a diet for a while, is all. Hit a benchmark, so I thought I'd celebrate."

"Yeah? Good idea," Nikki responded. "If you go on a full-fledged diet too long, you'll go crazy and ruin it, right?"

America laughed. "I've heard that happens." He leaned against the counter and looked up at the menu, even though he had it memorized. "So, I'll just have something light… One Big Mac meal with a Coca-Cola."

"One?" Nikki responded, punching something into the cash register. "You must be on a diet!"

"Yep…" America paid, took his receipt, and stepped out of the way for the next customer to order.

"147!" called the worker as he set a tray down at the pick-up counter. America was quick to pick up his order and snag a seat.

"Ahaha," he sighed, looking at the food in his hands. "I haven't had a hamburger in forever…" He closed his eyes and took a bite.

"Oh! How have I gone so long without this?" He finished the burger and fries quickly and, after little debate, walked back up to the counter.

"I'll have one more meal," America requested, fishing out his wallet again.

Nikki laughed. "Yeah, just one little burger couldn't be enough, huh?"

Nikki hesitated. "U-Um, Mr. America?"

"What? You didn't run out or anything, did you?" America replied, tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Well, no, but… I mean, you said you were on a diet, didn't you?"

"Yes…"

"Well, you've, um, already ordered 23 meals…"

"What? N-No, I haven't!" America stuttered.

"Um, y-yes, you have… I guess you must have, um, lost track a little, but it's been 23… I mean, there's nothing wrong with having a few, but…"

"D-Don't you judge me!" America snapped back defensively. He stared down at his feet for a minute before suddenly sprinting out of the restaurant.

"Well," America muttered, getting out of bed and stretching, "next meeting's today." He glanced over at his scale. "Well, I guess I should check… though I'm sure it won't be that different," he chuckled, stepping over to the scale. "After all," he continued, sliding the bars on top of the scale back and forth, "I only had a few… burgers…" He stared uncomprehendingly at the scale's readout.

"I gained it all back? And another two pounds?" He jumped off the scale. "What the? How? But I," he spluttered. "Th-this can't be happening!" America stressfully collapsed on his unmade bed. "What's going on?" He freaked out for another few minutes before his calendar caught his eye.

"Oh, no! There's still a meeting today?" America shoved his face into a pillow. "Maybe I just shouldn't go… But… That wouldn't be very heroic, would it?" He got out of his bed. "That's right! I can't let a silly little thing like this stop me from—" he struck a dramatic pose— "being the hero!" He went to his closet, but paused.

"I don't think I should go in my normal clothes, though…" He slumped over. "But do I have anything else…?" America shuffled through the deep, dark corners of his closet quick as he could.

"Here!" he announced, pulling out a mass of slightly-wrinkled clothing. "This'll work!"

"And he's still not here," England sighed, glaring at the clock that said the meeting should have started ten minutes ago. "Can we just start without him?"

"Wait! Don't start the meeting yet!" America shouted, muffled by the door. The doorknob turned, and he entered the room panting. "I didn't miss anything, did I?"

"No…" Germany answered slowly.

"What are you wearing?" finally asked England.

"Clothes," America huffed, tugging at the outfit he had replaced his villainously-fitting old attire with: a large, greyish-brown coat that bore a striking resemblance to someone else's.

"Are you trying to copy me, America?" Russia chuckled.

"Never in a million-billion years!" America roared back. "I wouldn't copy you if my life depended on it!"

Russia smiled at him. "But you would if your appearance depended on it?"

"That's not-! I don't-! I'm not copying you!" America snapped his gaze back to the rest of the group. "Let's get started with the meeting, shall we?" He pulled out a burger from the large bag he had brought with him and chomped down on it.

"Hmph, off that ridiculous diet already? I told you it wouldn't work," England scoffed. "I bet you've actually gained weight from something as stupid as that."

"That's none of your business!" America snapped back. "N-Not that I have gained weight or anything…" He shoved another hamburger into his mouth. "Starting the meeting!" he announced.

"Something's wrong," Japan muttered as America and a few other countries left the room. "He should have realized it was just a 'prank' by now…"

"I know," replied Germany. "Someone else must have picked up where we left off… But who?" He looked around the emptying meeting room. "Well… It would have to be someone with motive… Who seemed most amused by America's 'weight gain', then?"

"Russia," Japan and Italy replied simultaneously. The Axis looked at each other.

"This is going to get messy," concluded Germany with a sigh.

A/N: Poor America! It looks like Germany's ready to fix this, but will it be so easy?

(And America WOULD never copy Russia... Ever... Ever... *cough* SPACERACE *coughhackcough* j/k XD)

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