Hiya everyone! Sorry if you were expecting this chapter on Friday, but I try to take about a week for each update, so... yeah. Anywho, I hope you like this chapter, because it's going to be a few weeks before I can update. My family's going on a trip, and I won't really have time to write. But I'll start working like a little writer monkey as soon as I get back!

I'd like to thank MysteriousMoonCo for cameo-ing as Misty and lending her OC Yuki! YOU ROCK!

I'd also like to thank Vulcanblood for showing up again as Lizzie, and ScienceWolf for joining her as Tikia. You guys are mega awesome!

Also, another note: TheGuardianKnux- Y U NO TURN ON PRIVATE MESSAGING? I keep trying to respond to you, but it won't let me! And you say awesome stuff that I wanna talk to you about! TT^TT

DISCLAIMER: *huggles Canada* Can I at least own him?

Owner-dude: *snatches him back* My Canada! You can't has!

Night: *sadface*


Waking up to the sound of construction going on in your immediate vicinity isn't very pleasant. Then again, when you're staying with Night there are few times when waking up is a pleasant affair.

Still, construction noises are pretty high on the unpleasantness scale, placed right between nails on a chalkboard and gerbils eating your toes in the latest poll. (Note: poll never actually happened, as the authoress was too lazy to do it. She is also still referring to herself in the third person, and wishes for the readers to know that she likes waffles. Mmm, waffles…)

Needless to say, the nations weren't very happy when they got downstairs that morning. They all turned on Night, who was sitting sleepily at the kitchen table clutching a mug of hot chocolate.

"Night, what's going on?" Canada asked quietly, clutching Kumajiro.

Spain, who hadn't heard Canada (as usual), added, "What are you building, Night, and why is it so loud?"

"It's not me," Night replied, looking more than a little disgruntled. "I'm as confused as you are."

The cast members all stared at her with raised eyebrows. "What?" She asked defensively. "I'm serious!"

Suddenly a loud crash and a shout were heard from the window. Night jumped, then turned and glared dangerously in the direction of the construction.

"That's it!"

She stood up so fast that her chair slammed against the wall, and stalked towards the door with the cast following in her wake. As she stomped through the foyer, Maya came trudging down the stairs, looking confused.

"Wha-"

Night held up a hand before she could finish and ripped open the front door, a determined expression on her face. With everyone trailing behind her she went next door, a deadly aura surrounding her as she glared at what seemed to be some sort of sports field going up in the backyard.

She stopped behind a platform where two people were standing, wearing hard hats and looking over some plans. Her anger seemed to radiate into a miniature hurricane around her, whipping her clothes and hair around as she started screaming.

"WHAT THE MOTHER CRAP IS GOING ON HERE? DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO GET SOME SLEE-"

She broke off mid-word as the duo turned around, looking shocked and a little frightened. One was dressed in all blacks and purples, with short black hair, bat wings, a black cat tail, and black cat ears poking out from under her helmet. The other had long brown hair and green eyes, with a red panda tail and ears and a pair of nunchucks made out of bamboo hanging off her belt.

Night and the girls stared at each other for a moment before the one with the panda ears grinned and launched herself forward.

"NIIIIIGHT!" She cried, glomping the surprised authoress. "Hi! It's so good to see you!"

Night stared for another moment. "Misty?" She turned to the other girl, who had stepped off the platform as well. "Yuki? What are you two doing here?"

The bat-winged girl, Yuki, pried Misty off of Night and replied, "We heard that you were doing another story, and we wanted to join."

"Yeah!" Misty added. "So we borrowed the house next door and built a soccer (football for everyone but America) field in the backyard so we all can play!"

"…"

"Um, isn't the owner of the house going to be upset?" Canada asked softly. Misty, being a fangirl, heard him. Because all fangirls have the power to see and hear Canada.

*story suddenly pauses mid-frame*

"Hey, Hirameki *, why'd you stop it?"

"…"

"What do you mean I'm making stuff up? They totally do!"

"…"

"Well the readers don't know that!" *the authoress looks around to see the readers staring at her with raised eyebrows* "Crap! Uh, nothing to see here! Go back to the story! *ducks behind a curtain*

"Oh, don't worry, she's on vacation. We'll be long gone by the time she gets here."


At that moment in a nice vacation resort, a girl with pink hair, blue eyes, and cat ears and tail relaxing in a beach chair felt a sudden chill. She put down her smoothie and turned to the black haired, red eyed girl with tiger ears and tail lounging beside her.

"Onyx, I have the strangest feeling that our home is being invaded by soccer playing fangirls."

The black haired girl turned her head slightly, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes. "Oh, come on, Sakura, what are the odds of that happening?"


Night shrugged. "Sounds good to me. So, we're playing soccer?"

"What?" England glared. "I never agreed to this!"

Night looked at him pleadingly. "Come on, they went to all the trouble of building this field for us! Are you really going to undermine all their hard work?"

Misty joined Night with a puppy dog look. Yuki just exchanged a glance with Maya, and the two girls began casually sharpening their pocket knives. England shrank back slightly as the pair continued their work, eyes on him the whole time.

"…Fine."

"YAY!" Night and Misty high-fived.

"Okay, I've got the teams right here!" Misty pulled a pie tin out of her pocket and began reading the names off of it. Why she wrote it on a pie tin shall forever remain a mystery. *cough* Cause the authoress doesn't think paper is fun enough *cough*

"Okay, it's gonna be Germany, Japan, Italy, Romano, Spain, Prussia, Canada, and Yuki on one team, and England, America, France, Russia, China, Hungary, and Maya on the other. Me and Night will referee. That is, if you want to, Night."

Night grinned. "Sure, sounds like fun!"

"Yay! Let's play football!" Italy almost bounced in excitement, and Misty's eyes widened.

"Italy, you're so cute!" She ran over and hugged him. He looked surprised but, never one to turn down a hug, didn't stop her. Everyone else facepalmed.

"Of course she's one of those fangirls…" Germany sighed.

Once Misty had released Italy, there was a ten minute break as everyone dispersed for a costume change. (Also included in this time frame was England explaining to America that, no, they weren't playing his kind of football, so could he please take off the helmet and pads and put on some cleats?)

Finally they all regrouped at the soccer field that was built inside a stadium, complete with seats and food stands. Due to the fact that Night wanted to keep her kidnapping of the nations a secret, the stands were filled with beach balls, umbrellas, and zucchinis rather than people. …Don't ask.

"Okay," Misty cried as the teams took their places on the field. "Let's get this party started!"

Night blew a whistle, and the players leapt into action. The score stayed close the whole game, with a few notable plays including Canada stealing the ball from England and scoring before the Brit even noticed he was there, and Russia getting the ball all the way down the field and into the goal unopposed. (Note: everyone was too afraid of how he would react to someone taking the ball from him to even attempt stopping him)

They were getting into the final few minutes with the score oh-so-cliché-ly tied, and Romano was dribbling down the field and wiping the field with the other team as only an Italian can. He executed a perfect pass through America's legs to Italy, who shot off down the field like a pasta-loving rocket.

France attempted to get the ball away from him only to be elbowed harshly in the stomach. As he went down, Misty blew her whistle.

"FOUL! Italy, you get to take a foul shot. France, you're on the bench!"

France stared at her, slack-jawed. "What? You have got to be joking, why?"

"You were in Italy's way." Misty smiled sweetly at the beaming Italian while everyone else facepalmed.

Italy lined up to take the shot while France limped off to the bench. Hungary shifted slightly in the goal, eyes scrutinizing Italy's every move as she prepared to block the shot. The younger Italian stepped back a few paces, then started towards the ball. His foot was just about to connect when-

"WOOOHOOOO!"

Lizzie came sprinting down the stairs of the stadium, a wild grin on her face and a confetti cannon cradled in her arms. Hair and tail flying, she vaulted onto the field and began blasting everyone with multi-colored confetti.

"Hey, slow down! You're going to make me fall off!" Everyone's gazes focused on Lizzie's shoulder where, to their surprise, a miniature person was sitting. She had short brown hair and green eyes and gray wolf ears and tail, and was only about eight inches tall. She also had her own mini confetti cannon.

"Sorry, Tikia," Lizzie slowed to a stop, still shooting confetti which was now coating every inch of the stadium.

When Russia stepped closer in an attempt to get a look at the tiny girl, she Eeep!-ed, blasted him in the eye with her cannon, and hid behind Lizzie's hair.

"It's the creepy one! Go, go, go!"

Lizzie immediately continued her sprint, cackling as weaved around the field and whacking the occasional nation with one of the spectator zucchinis.

As they neared the referees, Tikia crawled down Lizzie's arm with a practiced ease and grabbed a pie decorated like a soccer ball out of the normal-sized girl's pocket before climbing back up to her shoulder. As Lizzie sprinted by, she threw the pie in Night's face.

The two girls sped out of the stadium, cackling loudly and shooting confetti the whole way. The nations turned warily to Night, not wanting to witness her in 'pissed off' mode again.

To their surprise, she just calmly wiped the pie off her face before looking down at the tin and sighing a little sadly.

"What a waste of a perfectly good pie."


* For those who haven't read The YuGiOh Project, Hirameki is my muse.

Anywho, I hope you liked it! I'll see you when I get back from my trip!