(Everyone in military helmet hiding behind the fourth wall.)

England: This may be our biggest battle yet, fellows.

France: Oui, who knew our fangirls would want to kidnap our adorable chibi-selves so badly?

America: (Looks in his binoculars) Crap.

Japan: What is it?

America: One of the fangirls.

Germany: What about her?

America: (Lowers binoculars) She brought a cannon.

England: Oh Jesus. Who's fangirl is it?

America: (Looks again) It's Prussia's.

Japan: (Looks with his binoculars) There's a fangirl with a lazer cannon. And she wants Germany-san.

Everyone else: (Glares at the Germans)

Prussia: What?

Spain: I found Romano! (Pulls out a girl that looks exactly like fem!Romano.)

France: I don't remember Bri genderbending anyone...

Japan: I didn't even think Nara-san knew how to do that.

Italy: Ciao, Sorella~!

Romano: (Walks in) WHAT THE HELL?

Fangirl: Dammit... (Runs)

Everyone: WTF?

Lithuania: (Runs in) I got bad news!

Russia: What?

Lithuania: Rome and Hungary are on their side! (Apparently both want Italy.)

Me: CHARGE, HUNGARY-NEE-CHAN! (Holds up my giant battle-axe)

Prussia: O_O

Italy: (Looks over the fourth wall) Hi Grandpa Rome! (Waves)

Germany: Bri does not own Hetalia, if she did-

England: She wouldn't abuse us in her fanfics!

Me: Love hurts, Iggy! This means I like Hetalia a lot!

Belarus: (Punches a hole the fourth wall) Open up... I want my chibi brother...

Russia: OH GOD! TT_TT

England: WHAT KIND OF F_ED UP LOVE IS THIS?

"I'm really getting tired of this running gag, aru..." as he put an icepack on the bump on his head.

Everyone had ice packs and bandages somewhere on their person. Except for Germany. Italy was his nurse and he tried to take care of the German who was on the bottom of the dogpile. So he had bandages everywhere on his person.

"Italy! I can't move!" Germany tried to stretch his arm out for help, but he was so wrapped in bandages, he lost balance and fell over. "Oh for the love of-!" Poland only made it worse by walking up to the beat up German, placing a foot on his head, and doing a victory pose.

"Ve~! Poland! Can you please get off of Germany?"

Poland noticed Italy and waved. "Oh, like, hi Italy!" Then the two countries started chattering, completely forgetting the fact that Poland was still standing on the immobile German.

China and Japan glared at their... (maniacal giggle) big brother. Korea just grinned. Of the Asians, Korea was the least damaged. Japan had a hand-print on his face from when Spain squashed him. China was sporting a bump from where his and Korea's heads collided and a bruise from when he tried stop Russia from beating the ever-loving crap out of Spain.

"Korea..." Japan said, trying to keep his stoic demeanor in check. "Why did you jump in?"

Korea tilted his head to the side. "I didn't want to be left out, da-ze~."

"You have no idea, aru..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

France was with Spain and Romano. He thought about what was the most subtle way to hit on Spain. He decided, go moe.

France tried fake-crying, then tugged on Spain's sleeve. "Spain... I got hurt, can you kiss it better?"

"Claro, amigo. Where does it hurt?" Spain couched down to Chibi-France's eye level.

France pointed at his lips. "It sorta hurts on my li-"

Then a pissed off Italian kicked the French pervert out of the way. "Stay away from him, bastard!" He was blushing furiously. "Don't fall for his tricks like that, you idiot!"

Spain could only stare at the cute look on Romano's face. And in his head... he was running on his beach of happiness shouting to the heavens 'HE DOES CARE! :D'

Then someone asked a simple question. "Where's Greece?"

Then the ground shoke as Bri Nara used one of Himaruya-sensei's emergency punchlines to destroy writer's block. (HOLY S_! IT ACTUALLY WORKS! O_O) Everyone looked down the hallway as about 30 cats charged down towards them. Chibi-Greece riding on one of their backs.

"What the hell?"

"It's the Greek army! It's the Greek army! We're screwed!"

"...We're not at war right now..."

"Ve~! Look at all the cute kitties~!"

"Greece-san, what is this?" Japan asked, trying not to smile over how cute the cats looked.

Greece got off the fluffly kitty he was riding. "I heard you... got hurt. I brought you cats... to make you... feel better." Then he grabbed a random kitty behind him and handed it to Japan.

Japan felt like blushing. B-But he didn't! Because he was a Japanese man, which means he mustn't blush over how damn fluffy the kitty was! But then it 'nya'ed. Which melted Japan's armor of stoic-ness. Japan blushed, smiled, and snuggled the kitty. So. Damn. Fluffy. "Domo arigatogozaimasu, Girisha-san." (Translation: Thank you very much, Greece-san.)

"Aw~!" Italy said. "Nee, nee, Greece. Can I have a cat too?" Greece nodded and handed Italy a brown cat with an Italian haircurl. "Grazie, Greece!" Then the Italian snuggled the kitty.

"Greece! Get these damn cats out of the way! I can't move!" England was up to his knees in cats. "I have to go cook dinner!"

"Greece, keep the cats there! No matter what!" America ordered.

"What's wrong with my cooking?" England yelled.

"Let China cook!"'

"Yeah! Let Aniki cook!"

"Non! I want to cook!"

Later...

Everyone sat around the table. On the table was just about every food they could think of. Burgers, hot dogs, Fish and chips, scones, Kimchi, Stuffed Grape Leaves, Greek salad, mixed rice, Shanghai drunken crab, rice balls, sushi, nikujaga, escargot, calimari, frog legs, pirozhki, okroshka, wurst, cheese-based dishes, tomatoes, paella, pizza, and pasta. Mountains upon mountains of pasta.

"Itadakimasu." Japan said calmly before quickly grabbing the sushi and rice balls.

Everything was snatched off the table. Everything except for the English food. England was in a bad mood because of this.

America and Korea were playing around. "Watch this, da-ze!" Korea flung a bit of kimchi into the air and held his mouth open expecting the kimchi to land there. Only it didn't land anywhere near Korea. It landed on a certain pissed off gentleman. A gentleman who looked scary as hell even though he looked like Sealand.

"Uh oh."

"Who threw this? Who the bloody f_ threw this?"

Korea did the responsible thing. He stood up... took a deep breath... and pinned the blame on someone else.

"Aniki did it!"

"What, aru?" The elder chibi-nation asked in surprise. Just before getting smacked in the forehead with an airborne scone.

"Oh! Angleterre! I finally found a use for your food!" France grabbed a plate of fish and chips, and dragged England to his side. Then shoved the latter's face into the food.

"FOOD FIGHT!" America shouted.

So started the food fight. Food, and silverware, (and the occasional chibi-nation) flying. It was all fun and games until Hell froze over. No, not the Norwegian village, Hell. I mean, someone did something to make them ALL ROYALLY SCREWED. Someone got Italy and Romano pissed off by throwing the pasta. It was England. Bye Iggy. ^^;

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO MY PASTA~? VE!" Grumpy Chibitalia would've been cute if it weren't for the fact that he grabbed the scones.

"YOU'RE GOING DOWN, BASTARD!" Romano grabbed the tomatoes. And the two fratellos pelted England with tomatoes and scones to avenge their dear pasta. They showed awesome-ness that usually Mario and Luigi wield.

The fight ended. And there was a twelve-ish-looking boy knocked out on the floor with bits of scone and tomato stuck in his hair and clothes. The nations gathered around, except for the Italians, who were mourning over pasta.

"A moment of silence for England..." France said.

"Who gets his house?" America asked.

"I called dibs!"

"Fine, but I'm keeping his fairy thingies!"

"YOU WANKERS! I'M STILL ALIVE!"

There's the new chappie for you, peoples. ^^

England: Why me? =_=

Me: I'll make it up to you. ^^

England: How?

Me: There's that new Narinia movie and...

England: I'M IN! (Runs off with Bri)

America: Wait! Bri! You're American! You're supposed to like sci-fi! (Runs after them) SCIIII-FIIII!

France: Review.