A/N: Hi there! I know it's been a while, but here's chapter six.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, no one, and no brand portrayed.
-(3rd person general)-
The beast that had once been Jak lunged across the table, tackling the american on the other side. He began to beat the blonde nation senseless, slashing at him with claws of dark ebony. A pair of half-rimmed glasses flew across the room due to a claw, and America lost it. He grabbed the grey wrist retracting from his face and twisted it, earning a howl from the beast. The blonde threw a punch that landed squarely on the right eye of the beast, seizing the opening that he had created.
The creature froze, a soft sense of relief floating in as the mayhem momentarily ended. Then, pure chaos shot through the room, causing panic to arise. Italy hid behind Germany, screaming for him to do something; China and France attempted to pull Jak off of America, only resulting in the two being flung across the room; Russia swatted at Jak with his pipe only to have it get broken and bent into an X-shape, and having it get thrown back at him.
The room was becoming more and more dishevled as the super-nation and Dark-eco demon's powers continued to clash, almost even in power. Shots were fired from America's pistol, but they missed his intended target and struck Japan in the arm.
A loud crash signaled that something had been broken, and that one crash was the breaking point for England. He rolled up his newspaper and approached the beast from behind.
"Get away from him you wanker!" The english-man yelled, sharply smacking the beast atop his head with the paper.
Jak stopped, slowly rising to full height. He turned his head twoards the brit, his black eyes focused on him. He turned fully and England began to regret the action he did.
"What did you call me?" The beast asked, his voice gravelly and rough.
"A-a-a..." England stuttered, noticing a striking purple light dance across the man's fangs.
"A what, dear England?" Jak taunted, reaching for him with a clawed hand.
"A wanker..." He replied, his whole being shaking violently.
The beast smiled grimly and gave a dark chuckle.
"That's pretty ballsy Iggy," He said, "I like that. It shows that you aren't too gentlmanly, and that you're strong. Oh, and don't think that this is the last time you'll see me." A long, slender, grey finger pointed a claw at America, "As long as he, or anyone else for that matter, doesn't piss me or my 'host' off, you're all safe."
At that moment, right before all eight countries' eyes the demon's ashen grey skin was given life as rich tan began to reclaim its place; the almost white hair became emerald-blonde; claws of ebony receeded; and jet-black eyes returned to a warm, ocean blue.
A group of collective sighs echoed througout the room as the realization that Jak was himself reached the occupants. Germany approached the youth and placed his hand on his shoulder. A rare smile was on both Ludwig's and Jak's faces.
The silence was suddenly broken by a man. No, not an american. Or an italian. It was broken, by an albino.
"I can't take this anymore!" He yelled, "I am a real nation!"
He stripped himself of all his clothing, releasing his five meters, and jumped out a window. The albino landed on the streets of Berlin below, and continued to run. The friction caused by his five-meters on the pavement caused sparks to fly, risking it getting caught on fire(1).
The occupants of the meeting room ran to the window to watch what was occuring. Germany walked away from the window as a car colored to look like the German flag hit the albino, causing his member to become ensnared around the back tire. Everyone's eyes widened, Jak's especially.
"Who the hell was that?!" He asked, turning to face Germany.
"One second," The germany replied, pressing a button on the phone sitting atop the meeting table.
The sound of dial tone filled the suddenly silent room. America picked up a remote and pressed the power button, lighting up a wall of screens.
The dial tone stopped and a female voice filled the air.
"Hello?" It said.
"Berlin," Germany said, "Stop your car. Now."
"Why?" The other person said, "Oh, wait, don't tell me- Prussia's attached to my car again."
The woman laughed as Germany face-palmed. His cheeks grew red as a live video-feed of the event was being displayed on the monitors.
"Ja," The blonde said, "He is. That is why you have to stop!"
"It's my fault if he gets hurt isn't it?"
"No, it's ju-"
"Holy shit! There's a human pinwheel in my rearview mirror!"
America began to laugh, drawing attention to the screens. Prussia was no longer being dragged, but instead he was straight behind the car, turning like a pinwheel would.
"Does he have...?" Daxter's question trailed off, already being answered by the video, "Wow, that guy is just... Wow."
"Berlin," Germany said, addressing the woman again, "You have to stop the car."
"Never!" She yelled, almost like a battle cry, "And you can do nothing to stop me!"
The phone hung up with a click.
"Who the hell was that?!" Jak asked, gesturing to the screen, "Both of those people. Who are they, Ludwig?"
The german sighed, "The man is Prussia, my older brother, and the woman I was just talking to is Berlin my-"
"She's your girlfriend," Daxter interrupted, "isn't she?"
"Nein," Germany said, "Berlin is my sister."
"...Are you gonna take what your brother did lightly?" Jak asked.
"What do you mean?" Ludwig asked.
"Well, technically we're all inside you. And your brother, Prussia, just dragged his cock along you." The green-blonde said, "I repeat, are you just gonna take that?"
"Uh well..."
"Wait!" Daxter yelled, jumping onto the table, "Your sister is Berlin, right? And we're in the city of Berlin, right? So doesn't that really mean that Prussia dragged his cock on Berlin who's in Germany who we're all in right now in the city of Berlin?"
-(...Wut?)-
(1)- Believe it or not, if you can get enough friction to occur you can set your hands/skin on fire.
A/N: Well, that was cracky. I want to thank Ratgirl 1221 for helping me out of my rut with her super-hero/villan crack power. I'm going to start chapter seven soon. So, bai!