A/N: Hehehe, sorry for the cliff-hanger guys. And thanks for the reviews!^^

YES! Finally made it to chapter 10! *self-celebrates* I really didn't expect to get this far. I must thank all of my favourites, followers, reviewers and viewers for giving me motivation to keep on writing. ^^

This chapter will contain a lot of senseless bullshit, jokes jokes. Okay, maybe it will be kind of random but then again, I enjoy chaos. *smirks*

Please sit back and enjoy!^^

IF I OWNED HETALIA, USUK WOULD BE CANON.

Back at Alfred's confession...

"I like you"

Time stopped. A moment of stillness, no sound, no movement. Only two heartbeats dancing through silence. First came shock, then panic. The pulsations grew faster and faster, so fast that it could have caused an explosion.

"Haaah... It's so embarrassing..." Alfred sighed in awkwardness as his face flushed in vivid red. He lost all his strength and crumbled to the ground, face in his palms. Then, he opened a space between his fingers and peeked at Arthur. He had a face in a mixture of shock and of embarrassment.

"So... Um... Like, what do you think?" Alfred asked while looking away. He was blushing furiously and his heart was thumping like a drum's beat.

"I... I-" he started. His condition wasn't much better. Crimson covered all the way to his ears. If someone could get any redder, it would be surprising.

"ARTHUR! C'mere my friend! Whatcha say of a night out at the bar?" a overexcited Danish boy shouted across the room. The intensity of the moment immediately shattered.

"Alfred... I... I'm sorry... I can't give you a proper answer now..." Arthur lied through his teeth. He quickly moved pass where Alfred was standing and went to Mathias. He wasn't escaping from the truth nor was he nervous. Nope, he wasn't, not at all.

"..." Alfred was muted. No words came to describe the feelings going through his mind.

"Wow. That was amazing." Matthew scoffed sarcastically.

"W-What the fuck happened?" Alfred managed spilling out in disbelief.

"I think you were rejected." the Canadian assumed "Or at least postponed."

"Dammit! After all the courage I gathered to say these three stupid words!" the angered boy threw out in frustration. He clenched his fist and hit the floor. He was ashamed of himself, he felt so retarded. He curled up like a depressed cat and sulked silently.

"Come on, Al. It's just the start! Don't tell me you've given up on him already?" Matthew cheered. He could understand the boy. Alfred always got what he desired without putting too much effort. Wooing the Briton could make a change to his life. It wasn't a bad thing.

"You're right Matt, but what can I do to make him fall for me? You know that I suck when it comes to romance." Alfred admitted. He stood up and leaned on the wall while facing the ceiling. The ceiling looked so...white.

"I am not an expert either. Well, you can always ask him." his brother replied unsure of the statement.

"I don't wanna! He's a freaking perv who tries to get in everyone's pants!" Alfred protested in disagreement. It was out of question, if he was the only possible human being to question about this, Alfred would rather wipe the floor with his bare tongue.

"Do you have a better plan, Mr. Hero?" Matthew questioned while giving Alfred a hard look.

"...no..." he answered shamefully. He takes his words back. He would definitely not clean the floor with his licking organ.

"Then it's decided. Contact him when you have time. I'm sure he'll be more than glad to hook you up." Matthew concluded.

Kiku's situation...

'It seems that my plan failed to work... I would have never expected for Arthur-san to reject him. Then again, he is a tsundere... Things might get more complicated now... I should probably ask him to help me out...' Kiku wondered while ignoring the surrounding disorder created thanks to the King game.

"...Kiku!" someone yelled behind him.

Startled, Kiku flashed forward and identified the person. It was Sadiq. The Turkish boy grinned broadly and patted the shorter boy's shoulder.

"What's wrong? You look lost in thought." Sadiq asked concerned.

"Oh, I'm fine. Please do not mind me." Kiku replied while shoving off the other boy's hand.

"Kiku!" another Middle Orient boy called. He was a tall Greek boy with a cat in his hands.

"Sadiq! How many times have I told you to not approach Kiku!" he yelled angrily.

"Says the person who fucks cats every night as a substitute for masturbation." Sadiq retorted grudgingly. These two were enemies since birth. No kidding, they were born in the same hospital and hated each other ever since.

"What did you say? I'm sorry, you're voice is so disgusting that my ears refused to receive it." Hercules sneered back with the same amount of affection.

"Hey-" Kiku, who was desperately trying to stop the two, interrupted.

"Wanna go at it, ya bastard?" Sadiq menaced while cracking his knuckles.

"Excuse me-"

"Don't go crying to your mommy when you lose." the Greek agreed with a threatening accent.

"Please stop this!" Kiku shrieked irritatingly. Kiku was a quiet boy most of the time, but when he couldn't maintain his polite composure, it was dangerous. Behold the terror of angry Japanese men! The two boys who were insulting each other were instantly silenced. They looked at Kiku, then, they mumbled their last words under their breath and left.

"So much trouble..." Kiku complained quietly.

Back at the game...

"Third round!" screamed the class Prez loudly enough to cover all the noise in the room.

The participants rushed over and pulled out their straw in anticipation. Sadly, not everyone was satisfied.

"Oh my god! It's like totally me!" Fełiks exclaimed with shining eyes and an extremely bad idea in mind. "I want like number 7 to, you know like, cross-dress. It would be like totally amazing! Oh my god, I'm so fabulous!"

The students were now fearfully staring at their number. Unfortunately, there had to be a chosen one.

"Oh, this is great. It's really the best." a blonde Canadian deadpanned with an enthusiasm level close to one a student would have in math class. Oh the irony, lovely. "How and why?"

"Oh my effing God! You are like the perfect sample for my new dress! Come with me to the bathroom. You will look absolutely stunning, dear!" the Polish designer chanted while dragging the helpless Canadian out of the room.

Several minutes later, they returned with some fruitful results.

"Fełiks, was the make up and the hairdo really necessary?" Matthew asked him with a doubtful tone.

"Oh trust me, it's perfect." Fełiks replied confidently. He hauled the miserable cross-dresser to the class' door and yanked it open.

"Hello gorgeous, what do you think guys?" the proud blonde questioned while forcing Matthew inside the classroom. It was really the ultimate embarrassment one could ever live. Ironically, the reaction of the viewers wasn't laughter, it was silence. Silence out of utter shock.

"Um... Hi?" Matthew spouted awkwardly. No replies, just silence. "Do I look this ugly?"

"No... It's just that... Wow. Shit just hit the fan..." Alfred managed to say in complete stupefaction. "Are you really my... brother? Or are you my long lost twin sister?"

"Eh... What?" Matthew asked in confusion.

"No seriously, look at you." Alfred replied trying very hard to hide his blush. Matthew was wearing a silky red dress with different shades of white. The dress went all the way to his knees. The upper part was decorated with small flowers made out of fine material. His chest area was covered by a large ribbon finishing with a big bum at the side of her- his arm. Since he was male, Fełiks stuffed some clothing into his dress to substitute the missing breasts. His blond hair was prolonged and it was now reaching to his upper back. There was a little maple pin on the left side of his hair. The make up on his face covered his manly traits and made them look so soft and defined. Even if he had a slightly muscular structure, he still looked like a girl.

"Ohonhonhonhonhon~ Will you get in my bed if I seduce you?" Francis purred with a wink while blowing a kiss. Then, he took his hand and landed a small peck on it. "Voudriez-vous être ma Valentine, ma belle?"

"Hey! Mattea is my girlfriend!" a very angry Prussian claimed furiously.

"Mattea? Girlfriend? Seriously, Gilbert..." Matthew complained sullenly. He had to ignore the feelings of pride and superiority when he heard the albino. Oh Mattie, deep inside you just want to dominate him.

"But you are so fucking cute!" he contested while throwing his arms around the sulky boy-girl. He approached his mouth to Matthew ear and caressed it with the peak of his nose.

"I really want you badly. Like now." he whispered into his partner's ear. Matthew reddened. It wasn't because of Gilbert's statement. It was only because Gilbert squeezed all the blood in Matthew's body, making it reach all the way to his head. Indeed, that was the one and only reason.

"Gil-" Matthew spoke up. He couldn't finish his sentence.

"Hands off my sister you dickhead!" an overprotective brother objected while pulling the clingy boyfriend off his sibling. With the power that could rival a buffalo, the American swung the sad human onto the chalkboard. Love hurts, doesn't it?

"Mattie, I won't let anyone touch you! It's a Hero's word!" Alfred declared with choking the poor Canadian in his arms.

"Get off me!" Matthew protested in outcry. "Since when did I become your damn sister anyway?"

BANG! A second gunshot was heard.

"Okay, you know what, I am going home." Vash expressed with extreme irritation. The Swiss dragged his sister and went out.

Silence.

A few minutes later, he came back completely soaked and twice as irritated than he already was.

"Fuck you! Don't laugh! It's not my fault if it started raining the second I stepped out!" he complained with a pissed tone.

"Eh… Let's move on…" Eduard suggested. "Fourth round!"

And so, the clashing between the schoolmates continued. Shouting of both anger and victory spread through the air. More skin was shown, more humiliation, more laughter and shame were being conveyed by the students. By the end of the 8th round, it was complete anarchy. Francis' body was covered by only a rose on his crotch. Arthur, Mathias and Gilbert were drunk, half-naked, and singing in their native tongue for God knows why reason. Lars was smoking weed, as usual, while his little sister tried to break his pipe with a pair of scissors. Ludwig was trying very hard to ignore the naked Italian who was running around like a dead chicken. Lovino was massacring Antonio's beautiful body with tons of tomatoes. Vash was too busy protecting his sister from the drunk trio. Sadiq and Hercules were throwing desks at each other while Kiku tried to avoid them. Hungary was trying to knock Gilbert out with her frying pan. Ivan was bullying the three Baltic immigrants with his cheery smile. He soon reconsidered when he saw a suspicious lurking shadow whom he thought was his sister sneaking behind him. Katyusha was weeping at the sight of the chaos. Yao stood next to her ranting something in Chinese. Alfred was being beaten by his lovely baby sister's hockey stick. Briefly said, they forgot the main reason of this cooperative game, if it can still be called a game. It looked more like the miniature version of World War III. After escaping from Ivan's grasp, Eduard took out a microphone and cleared his voice for the next statement.

"EVERYONE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he hollered in misery. "I REALLY WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH SO I WILL CHOOSE THE COUPLES MYSELF. NUMBER 5 AND 8, 3 AND 15, 14 AND 1. IS IT CLEAR?"

"Y…Yes sir!" the class replied in stupor, except for Ivan, of course. He just stood there with a smile while the Chinese man across his shoulder yelled shitless nonsense at him.

The first pair was Vash…and…Roderich.

Many girls started to giggle, especially Hungary, who was chuckling like a suffocating squirrel.

The second one was Lovino…and…Bella.

Antonio's face went blank as he decayed to the ground like a corpse.

The last one was Heracles…and…Kiku. Since Kiku was already taken, this match up was cancelled.

This disappointed two boys. They could have finally gotten the Japanese out of the way... If you know who I mean...

"THAT'S IT FOR TODAY. EVERYONE IS DISSMISSED!" the Estonian concluded with the voice amplifier. 'I should use this more often.' He thought to himself satisfied.

A/N: That was so fun to write. Like I mentioned a little earlier, I enjoy chaos. As you can see, IT AIN'T NO LIE! I love the Fail Brothers Trio. (England, Prussia and Mathias.) They are the best damn drinking buds ever. :D No seriously, they. are. hilarious.

I'm sorry if the UsUk fluff was disappointing... I don't want them to go out together...yet! Guess who he is! ^^ Oh damn, I can't wait to make him and Kiku partners-in-crime. It's going to be epic. Hehehe... *evil grin*

For the next challenge, anyone got an idea? Suggestions will be awesome! ^^ I have a little idea of my own, but I wish to develop it further.

Stay tuned!^^

I will trade you the next chapter with many reviews! ^^

-SkyEternal-