A/N This is a bunch of random little chapter ideas crammed into one thing. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia, but I would like to own a McDonald's hot CHOCOLATE.

Romano was once again more pissed than usual. Ever since he woke up the morning after the skating party, America had been following him nonstop with the impression that his father actually LIKES him now. Romano, on the other hand, was wondering just what the hell happened at the party to result in showing affection towards the little brat. As Romano was telling America to shut up and for what was probably the twenty third time today, China walked in.

"Good morning, aru! How did you sleep, aru?" he greeted, even if the last part sounded pretty sly sounding. Romano returned it with a glare.

"I think you know damn well how I slept, and can you get this THING off of me?" he snapped, his patience worn down so much that he was even rude towards his wife. China frowned.

"Aw, but you're finally getting along, aru!"

"Wh-NO I'M NOT! He's just following me around all the damn time and won't leave me the hell alone!"

"Mmmhmmm, I'm so sure, aru..."

"Goddam-HOLY CRAP!" Romano suddenly stopped ranted and jumped a foot in the air.

"What's wrong, dad?" America asked, worried. He hadn't picked up on the fact that his father really still hates him.

"Th-th-there's a flipping centipede! Gah, someone kill it!" he yelled while backing away from the insect. China sighed.

"I got it, aru." he said and, grabbing a shoe, began to smack it relentlessly. Romano, who was now on the other side of the couch, peeked up.

"I-is it dead?"

"Yes, aru."

"Wow, dad, I'm gonna start calling you mom instead."

"SH-SHUT UP!"


A while later, Romano was in the living room while China was sitting in a another chair nearby, reading. America, however, was still following Romano. Greece was still sleeping (it's only eleven in the morning!) and America was laying across a chair on his stomach, the bottom half of his face covered by his crossed arms.

"Dad?" he asked through his arms.

"What do you want?" Romano responded.

"'M bor," he said, voice being muffled by how he was sitting. Romano looked up in confusion.

"Is that Swedish?" he asked.

"I said, I'm bored!" America repeated sitting up. Romano looked rather foolish.

"Um, yeah, I knew that," he muttered. China marked his place in his book and stood up.

"I know, how about we go to McDonald's for a hot CHOCOLATE," he suggested. America's face brightened and he stood up too.

"That's an awesome idea! I'll go wake up Greece, he loves McDonald's hot CHOCOLATE too!" And with that, he ran upstairs. Romano groaned, but got up as well, stretching.

"Well, I do like hot CHOCOLATE, so that sounds like a plan," he said as he went to get the keys. And so, they all had a nice hot CHOCOLATE.


Later that day, after they came back from having a hot CHOCOLATE, they decided they should make it a family day. 'They', of course, being China and America, as well as Greece's indifference. Romano had no say in it, obviously, and was now grudgingly walking alongside China in the park. America had Greece and was now dashing around like an idiot in front of them pointing out things like "Wow, look at that tree!" and "Look! A squirrel!" When America, still dragging Greece, had run rather far ahead, Romano was about to call for them to come back when China stopped him.

"Come on, we can run up and catch them, aru," he said cheerily. Romano sighed.

"Fine," he responded, knowing that any objections would be swiftly ignored. As they began to run after their sons, Romano tripped over nothing and fell on his face. China stopped and turned back to him.

"Are you alright, aru?" he asked with concern. Romano sat up and muttered a few curses to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Now let's just go get the kids," he responded, and got up and started jogging, trying to pretend it hadn't happened. As soon as he was out of earshot, China started laughing.


Later along the park's path, they came across a nice field area and a bench. As Romano sat down with relief, America ran off to play with Greece following because he knew if he didn't, America would come and get him anyway. China took a seat next to his husband and then looked behind the bench as something caught his eye. Then he grinned.

"Look, it's a guitar, aru!" he said, reaching back to get it. "Hey, don't you know how to play it, aru?"

"No," Romano replied.

"Lyre, aru,"

"Not that either...wait...oh, haha. But still, I'm not going to play it."

"Ah, so you admit you can."

"Sh-shut up! I never said that!"

"Come on, please play a song, aru!" Romano finally gave in and took it.

"Fine," he said and held it correctly.

"Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars.

In other words, hold my hand.

In other words, baby, kiss me."

China smiled all the way through, and when Romano concluded, he gave him a kiss.

"That was great, aru!"

"Th-thanks..." Romano said nervously, blushing. Then America and Greece ran over.

"Woah, dad can play an instrument!" America shouted with awe in his voice, shattering the moment like a badly hit baseball through a window.

"Why are you so surprised? Gah, I hate you!" Romano snapped.

"I love you too dad~" America obliviously responded.


It was night, finally. Romano fell into bed, literally, and shut his eyes. He was done with today and maybe tomorrow something good would happen, like America being abducted by aliens. Just as he was about to fall into a dream about said circumstance, speak of the devil, America shook him awake.

"Dad? I'm scared," he whimpered.

"I don't care, go get your mom instead," he said, not in the mood to deal with him.

"Please! I'll give you a hug!" America said.

"Is that a reward or a punishment?" Romano cautiously asked.

"Just do it!" he pleaded.

"Fine!" Romano replied, highly annoyed. Wow, he was giving in a lot today. He got up and walked to America's room. Once they were there he looked around.

"What's wrong? There isn't anything-" He was cut off by a clanking in the heater. America squeaked and hid behind Romano.

"Th-th-there's something in the heater!" he yelled shrilly. Romano rolled his eyes.

"That's just it working, now go too..." Romano once again stopped as he noticed that instead of heat, the heater was sending out coldness. As he stepped slowly towards it to investigate, a pair of eyes showed from in between the slits in the front.

"Hello neighbor...kolkolkol..."

Romano was suddenly not there anymore, just a Romano-shaped cloud of dust. Menwhile, the happy closet was occupied by a slowly-rocking Romano clutching a wine bottle and a shotgun, muttering anti-Russia chants. America ran out after him and spent the night in Greece's room instead.


The author was sitting on her bed, typing on her laptop and giggling at her own wit every so often when suddenly her door opened in a hesitant, but slightly angry way. Just as she looked up to yell at whomever for coming in without knocking, she stopped with the words on her mouth. Nobody was there. She shrugged and was about to return to typing when the door swung closed. By itself. She stared at it bewildered, eyes open and gaping like an idiot. As she shook her head trying to get the world to make sense, she thought she heard something. It sounded like a voice, muffled by a blanket or two or three or ten. Slowly, though, it got louder until she could make out words.

"...don't even KNOW what the hell that was aboot! MAPLEHOCKEY you're such a stupid hoser just like your country! I swear, everyone in my brother's place...and really, a chapter about COUNCILING but not the ghost in the attic? I don't know aboot you, but I think ghosts are FAR more interesting than their family life!" Before her eyes, the shape of a person started to form as well. A person with blond hair, glasses, and a bit of hair sticking out. Her face became more excited than shocked.

"HOlY CRAP!" she yelled. "AMERICA IS IN MY FREAKING ROOM!" As she proceeded to have a fangirl spasm, the figure looked ready to drive a hockey stick through her head.

"I'm CANADA! C-A-N-A-D-A! Hell, I exist you know! Look at a map you damn-"

"Oh, hehe, sorry aboot, erm, about that," she responded sheepishly. "I kinda...and I thought...anyway, what brings you here?" Canadia-I MEAN CANADA, CANADA-stopped ranting and turn to face her, now in srz bizniz mode.

"I'm here to complain about your stories, and you don't have a chainsaw, so I'll continue!" he began. "I showed up in the second chapter, and I thought 'Yay! I'm being recognized!' Then I was mentioned in the next chapters sometimes and I thought 'Wow, maybe I can be a subplot if this story actually has a plot!' But now, it's the NINTH CHAPTER and I haven't had an apperance since the second! It's almost like I'm Gilbird, except you don't even go to the trouble of explaining my non-appearance! And don't even get me STARTED on your issue with my name in your other fic!" The author cut him off before he could rant about her oneshot that, although this story has multiple chapters and as of recently slightly more reviews and hits, still has fifty more favorites than this one. Seriously, what the hell?

"Well, you see, I placed you in the second because I felt like I wanted to give you a role in this story, and I figured Canada the Friendly Ghost-I mean, being a ghost would work well! That part in the third chapter was because I wanted to establish that only America could see you, and the mention with Greece was because I needed dialogue. But really, for the most part I...I honestly, completely, and utterly forgot aboot-um, about you," the author concluded, looking very embarrassed. "So, could you please not, like, beat me to death with a hockey stick or whatever?" Canada looked satisfied with the explanation, but not with the reasoning.

"Ok, I guess," he said, the rage wearing off and putting him back in character. "B-but one last thing?"

"Yeah?" responded the author.

"Um...could I get a mention in your next chapter?" he asked nervously. The author grinned.

"No problem!" she stated, and Canada smiled.

"*cough*.*cough*"

"What?"

"Nothing!"


The view cuts away to an angry looking Canadian with a hockey stick advancing on an apologetic looking author.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" he yells.

"I-I know, but I'm running out ideas and I'm lazy and the fourth wall is so breakable and-"

"You better give me another mention, or I'll-"

"I will, I will, don't worry!" Canada slowly lowers his stick.

"You mean it?"

"Definitely!"

"Ok then..."

THE END

"GODDAMMIT EMMA!"


A/N Oh fourth wall. You are so, beautifully breakable and have missed you. Time to make up for lost time! With a sledgehammer!

Anyway, this is, like, I aforementioned, a bunch of random ideas. They are either inside joke with my friends or actual experiences that I tweaked to fit into the story. And I'm sorry I totally ruined the one romantic part, but I felt like I might barf cheese. Yeah, I'm not good at romance. The song wasn't even chosen by me, it was chosen by my 'mom', China. SHE writes romance and is better at this stuff...The 'lyre' part was from one of my favourite authors ever, Terry Pratchett, who inspires me a lot, just in case you were wondering about that.

Anyway, enjoy and review and stuff! And remember, when encountering a fourth wall, don't worry, just smash it to death!