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"Helllllooooooooo, D.C.!" America announced into the microphone, making sure his eagle designed mask was firmly in place. "This is America! You've waited for two weeks, and now here we are! We are the personifications of your countries!" The crowd cheered. "First off, we'd like to thank you for coming, because all profits are going to the 'Save California's Redwood Forests' program. Tonight, there is also a raffle! One lucky person with the winning ticket will be able to go backstage and see what's behind these masks!" More cheering from the crowd.

"I think that's enough now, America." England hissed, taking the mic from the immature country. His green eyes glinted through his Union Jack styled mask. He turned to the crowd. "I suppose we should introduce the rest of us now, perhaps? I'm United Kingdom, or England, as the others call me."

Russia, wearing a crow styled mask, took the microphone next. "I'm Russia. Become one with Mother Russia, da?"

"No, Ivan." China, wearing red face paint and a red hoodie with five golden stars rather than a mask, scolded, and took the microphone. "I'm China, big brother to all of Asia... minus Mongolia, at least."

France took the mic next. "I'm France and-"

Hungary snatched the mic from him. "France, keep it Pg 13." The crowd laughed. "I'm Hungary, wife to Austria." She passed it to Italy.

"Ve, I'm North Italy, and my favorite food is PASTAAAAAAAAA~!" Italy chirped into microphone before passing it to Germany.

"My name is Germany." he said simply, handing it to Japan. Slowly they went down the line, and the rest- Hong Kong, Liechtenstein, Sealand, Beijing, Spain, Prussia, Vatican, Belarus, and the Nordic 6- introduced themselves. Then the group quickly dispersed off the stage, and Prussia, Spain, and France quickly reappeared, wearing boardshorts and surf shirts, but still wearing the masks.

"Kesesesesese~, we are the Bad Touch Trio, and we'll be singing Where Them Girls At' by David Guetta." Prussia announced.

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Vatican was the last to perform. She nervously stepped onto the stage, towards the mic. "H-hey guys, it's the Holy City again. I-i just got a word from my boss, the Pope, and it turns out this is my last day here. Last time I was in Rome, the Muslims had just surrounded the city, so now I'm presuming the Pope needs my help. I'm leaving behind all my new friends and..." She hesitated, looking backstage to where the other personifications were watching before turning back to the crowd. "I'm also leaving behind my boyfriend, Prussia. I'm not sure when I'll return, it could be a week from now, or not until the next century. So tonight, to reflect my journey back to the Vatican City, I'll be wrapping up the performances tonight with 'Silhouette', by Owl City." Japan started the song, and Vatican began to sway to the slow music before starting to sing her heart out.

"I'm tired of waking up in tears, Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears. I'm new to this grief, I can't explain, But I'm no stranger to, the heartache and the pain. The fire I began is burning me alive, But I know better than to leave and let it die!

I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then, Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again? I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own. But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone, So I watch the summer stars to lead me home.

I'm sick of the past I can't erase. A jumble of footprints, and hasty steps I can't retrace. The mountain of things, I still regret, Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget, No matter where I go. The fire I began is burning me alive, But I know better than to leave and let it die!

I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then, Now and then, Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again? I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own, But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone, So I watch the summer stars to lead me home, Cause I walk alone, No matter where I go, Cause I walk alone, No matter where I go. Cause I walk alone, No matter where I go. I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then, Now and then, Is it over yet? Will I ever love again, Love again? I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own, But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone, So I watch the summer stars to lead me home. I watch the summer stars to lead me home!"

Vatican dragged out the last note as the song ended before bowing to the cheering crowd and walking off the stage. She immediately sat on one of the couches in the studio room, (which connected to the backstage), laid her head on the arm rest, and closed her eyes. Ukraine walked into the studio room and saw the normally-energetic city collapsed on the couch.

"Ms. Vatican, are you okay?" she asked, shaking Vatican's shoulder. Vatican didn't respond, but she shook her head and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and her face started to get a greenish tinge. Ukraine made a squeaking noise, helping Vatican up and rushing her to the bathroom. Just in time as well, and Vatican started wretching before puking into the toilet.

"I'll be right back." Ukraine said in a quiet voice before rushing out of the studio. "Prussia!"

Prussia turned around. "Uh, yes?"

Ukraine grabbed his arm and dragged him out of earshot of the other countries before starting to talk rapidly. When Prussia answered and tried to calm her down, Ukraine got even more riled and started yelling at him before pushing him into the studio room.

"Tell her I'll be back in a few minutes!" Ukraine called before rushing to the very back of the stage and walking down the stairs, taking off across the street.

Ukraine returned ten minutes later with a small plastic bag in her hand. She ran into the studio room, pushing Prussia out and shutting the door closed firmly. Prussia, obviously confused, just walked back to the group where they were getting ready to do the raffle.

"Are they okay?" South Korea asked. He had made a surprise appearance, doing Gangam Style.

"I have no clue." Prussia answered, giving a straight, slightly confused face.

America shrugged. "Well, we're going to do the raffle now. So we better get on the stage." The countries walked onto the stage and America immediately grabbed the mic. "Yo, we're back! I hope everyone who's entered the raffle is here right now, because we're pulling the lucky ticket! If you have the right ticket, meet up backstage, WITH THE TICKET FOR PROOF, and you'll be able to meet us personally."

"Where's Vatican and Ukraine?" someone shouted from the crowd.

"Uh, Vatican's not feeling too well all of a sudden, and Ukraine's keeping her company." America answered before turning to England expectantly.

England gave a smirk before pulling a thin silver wand out of his sleeve. He held his other hand out and gently tapped his palm with the end of the wand. Immediately, a plastic container filled with raffle tickets appeared in his hand, and there was loud cheering from the crowd. England bowed, clearly showing off, before kneeling down to Beijing's level. Letting go of her wheelchair's armrest, she eagerly reached in and pulled out a ticket, reading off the number.

"Number 18340016." She looked out into the crowd. There was suddenly loud squealing from the crowd that broke the silence, and a girl with dyed green and yellow hair ran towards backstage, firmly holding a ticket in her hand. As soon as she was allowed backstage, Liechtenstein beckoned her on stage. The girl walked up.

America knelt down to the girl's level. "What's your name?"

"Baeliy Saunders." the girl answered into the mic.

"Everyone, Baeliy Saunders, our lucky winner!" America stood back up, and the crowd cheered. After closing the performance and walking backstage, the countries took their masks off, causing Baeliy to squeal in excitement and begin chattering with them.

Prussia walked over to Vatican, who was leaning against the wall with a dazed look, staring at her mask in her hand. "You alright, schatz [treasure]?" he asked gently.

"Huh?" Vatican blinked. "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You seem distant." he answered, poking her shoulder.

She gave a weak smile, grabbing his finger and squeezing it tightly, making him wince. "Just thinking, that's all."

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