A/N Epic here! I'M WRITING THE PRUCAN ONE! Because Viva doesn't write gay ships and Lily says that she doesn't have the hang of PruCan. But the weird thing is that I've, like, got a monopoly over all the Prussia ships now... -_-" I don't know how this happened... I mean, Prussia and I are both awesome, but I didn't mean to steal him from everyone! But the worst part is that I don't want to give any of those ships back... o.O

Hungary shot Prussia an evil smirk.

"Not so fast, it's your turn now."

Prussia swallowed, almost making an audible gulping sound. "Well, I know I said that I would do this but, um, h-hey, I was just helping you and the pretty princess over there-" Roderich scowled at him, straightening his cravat, "-get back together, since you're obviously pining away over each other-"

"Oh please," Hungary said, rolling her eyes. "Like you care! You're just scared to do the games with Canada because America and France are so protective of him-"

America stood up, slamming his handburgers (hands holding burgers) onto the table so hard it broke. "Damn straight I'm protective of Canada! Look at how cute he is!" America pointed ferociously in the opposite direction of his younger brother, only realizing where he actually was when Canada coughed quietly and waved Kumajirou in the air.

"It's okay, America. It's just a pocky game, it's not like Prussia's going to molest me in front of all these-"

"Molest?" France said, looking horrified. "Oh non! That just won't do!"

"You bloody frog, like you haven't molested people before-"

"I have never, ever molested anyone in my life! I wouldn't do that to someone! I believe in l'amour, not some sickly molesting, unlike you anglais!"

England stood up very suddenly, so suddenly, in fact, that Germany grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down in his seat to keep him from attacking the Country of Love. But, because of Germany's strength, he accidentally sent poor England crashing right through the chair and onto the hard floor of his own house. So embarrassing.

There was silence for a moment as the entire world wondered if Germany had actually killed England. Suddenly, a hand popped up over the side of the table and grasped onto the edge, causing Spain and Romano to scream- like manly men -as England pulled himself up over the side, a dark aura gathered around behind him (something that tended to happen when the magic-using countries got mad).

"You... bloody frog... I have never... molested... anyone... in my life."

Spain suddenly stood up, acting as if he hadn't screamed just two seconds before. "I beg to differ!" he said in a vaguely not-happy tone that made Romano stare at him as if he'd been secretly switched by a clone.

"Shut up... Spain... you don't bloody count."

Romano opened his mouth, obviously preparing to cuss England out majorly, but before he could, Prussia stood on top of the table, dragging Canada with him.

"ME AND BIRDIE ARE DOING THE POCKY GAME. IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH IT, LEAVE THE ROOM."

"Tch," was the only sound in the entire room, and it was just Romano looking at Spain with that almost-affection he sometimes managed when he was in a good mood.

Hungary rolled her eyes. "Okay, now that we've decided to just let an independent country do what he wants, let's all just settle down and watch the pocky game, okay?"

The entire room was silent as Prussia jumped off of the table, then lifted Canada down (which was just too cute, like honestly). The whole world continued to be silent as Prussia and Canada strolled casually over to the pocky table, picked out some strawberry pocky ("Ooh, Prussia, this one matches your eyes!" "No it doesn't!" "Yes it doooooooes!"), then moved to the middle of the room and began their pocky game.

Canada began nibbling at it first, and then Prussia started, trying his best to beat the Canadian, who was, apparently, having none of it. Canada nibbled faster and faster, as did Prussia. If they had been in a race, they would have been neck and neck, though as it was, they were nearly lip to lip.

When their mouths got so close that they're almost touching, Prussia suddenly grabbed Canada around the waist- still keep the pocky in both of their mouths -and began to... to...

"What... what the actual fuck," Romano murmured as he watched them.

"I thought this was a pocky game..." Spain whispered back.

"What are... those bloody wankers... d-doing?"

"Ma petite canadien, qu'est-ce que tu fais..." said France, putting down his box of wine-flavored pocky just as elegantly as if it was actual wine in a glass.

"Like, Liet, what are they, like, doing?" Poland asked, none too quietly.

"I-I don't know, Poland... K-keep it down, will you...?"

"Ve, Germany, what are Prussia and Canada doing? Ve, ve, Germanyyyy! Answer meee!"

"U-um... Italy I... I don't actually know what they're doing..."

"Um... well, this is, um, a bit unexpected..." Hungary said, glancing at Japan, who was staring, slack-jawed, at the couple in front of him.

"I'm so confused!" whimpered Ukraine.

"They have both become one with Mother Russia before," Russia whispered to Romano.

"Get off of me, fucking creep!" Romano shrieked, jumping to his feet.

"Yeah, get off of him!" Spain agreed, also jumping to his feet.

America suddenly looked up from his hamburger fest. When he saw what Prussia and Canada were doing, his mouth fell open, pieces of hamburger slipping out, though he didn't seem to care. He jumped to his feet, waving hamburgers around in each hand, then yelled, "HEY, THIS IS THE POCKY GAME, NOT SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!"

Yes... Prussia and Canada... were dancing. With pocky in their mouths. Just one stick.

"Hey, Berwald, how is that even possible...?" Finland asked, tugging lightly on Sweden's sleeve.

"I d'no," Sweden answered. He took off his glasses, rubbed them off on his shirt, then put them back on.

"I can dance better than that, aru!"

"Dancing was made in Korea!"

Everyone fell silent as Gilbird somehow dimmed the lights and made a glowing disco ball descend from the ceiling.

"I don't... own a disco... ball," England murmured, mostly to himself.

Suddenly, the Titanic theme song started playing as Canada and Prussia whirled around the dancefloor, still nibbling on their shared pocky.

"I'm scared," Hungary whispered to Ukraine.

"GREECE WAKE UP," screamed Turkey, shaking Greece by the shoulder.

"I will kill you," Greece said, practically sleep-talking.

"Oi, this is the most confusing thing I've ever seen, mate!" Australia said from out of nowhere.

Austria scoffed. "Honestly, I thought I taught Gilbert to dance better than that."

Suddenly, Canada and Prussia stopped dancing. Gilbird stopped the music, and a deep silence fell over the world as they tried to get their brains back into touch with reality.

"Hey... Birdie won!" Prussia yelled.

"And my request is that Prussia and I go get pancakes!" Canada said happily, swallowing the rest of the pocky.

"Oh... um... okay," Hungary said, watching as Prussia and Canada slowly left the room.

Once they were down the hall, the rest of the world looked back toward the middle of the room, watching slowly as the disco ball stopped spinning and glowing and slowly retracted into the ceiling.

"Um... okay then." said Japan softly.

"That was different," France commented.

"You don't see that every day," Germany pointed out.

"Am I high?" Romano asked.

A/N So. This is why you don't write at 12:40 in the morning after a Tumblr spree. IT'S NOT GOOD. IT'S NOT HEALTHY. APPARENTLY I CAN WRITE CRACK. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT.