As Japan stood, hunched over and searching through a nearby cupboard, China frowned at him.

"I don't like this one bit, aru," he said. "What happens if that woman walks through the door and see's us?"

Japan glanced up. "She won't," he replied. "Korea is distracting her."

"You are crazy, aru!" China shook his head, looking disbelieving. "Who in their right mind would trust Yong Soo with anything?!"

"Korea will hold her off." Japan sounded completely sure of this. "I promised him something he cannot refuse."

"Oh?" China raised one eyebrow. "And what is that, aru?"

"Your breasts."

There was a brief pause.

"...WHAT?!"

"Keep your voice down," Japan told China, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. "She will hear you."

"How dare you aru!" China looked furious. "How dare you! Why must you continuously do this to me?! I have only ever tried to be a good brother to you!"

Ignoring this, Japan continued to look around the room.

"Have you seen that phone anywhere?" he asked.

"Listen to me, aru!" China cried.

"No!" Japan glared at him. "We need to find the phone -"

"JAPAN!"

Japan stamped his foot. "Would you keep your voice down!"

"Why can't you just talk to me?!" China walked up to the other nation and stared at him. "Why do you have to treat me so horribly? Why can't you be a good little brother -"

"Don't talk to me like I am a child!"

"Why?" China reached out to place a hand on Japan's shoulder. "Why can't we just -"

Japan's eyes widened and he suddenly darted out of the way.

" - be a family..." China sighed and stared mournfully at the now empty spot.

"There's the phone!" Japan's voice was filled with excitement. He reached out and grasped the small device, before bounding back to where China was standing.

"Oh," China muttered. "Well...that's good."

"Good?!" Japan's eyes glinted with glee. "It is amazing! I actually wasn't expecting to find it up here - the first room we checked in. What is the luck of that?!"

China frowned at the device. "Are you sure that is the right one, aru?"

"Well, why would she have two phones?" Japan began to fumble around with the phone, his eyes glued to the screen. China walked around and peered over his shoulder.

"What are you doing, aru?" he asked.

"I am looking for the video," Japan replied. His brow furrowed. "Ugh...there are so many."

"Hmm..." China glanced at the screen. "That is a cute dog."

"You eat dogs."

"...Don't make it sound like such a bad thing, aru!"

"Is this it?" Japan clicked on one of the videos; immediately, it started to play upon the small screen.

His eyes widened.

China stared at it. "...I do not think that is what you are looking for, aru."

"I can see that!" Japan snapped.

There was a brief pause.

"...Aren't you going to turn that off?"

"Of course I am!" Japan's cheeks burned bright red. "I was only looking for the button to do that - stop rushing me!"

As Japan continued to fumble around with the phone, China simply stared down at it.

"So this is anime porn," he murmured.

...

"I cannot find the video! Where is the video?!"

Moments later, Japan and China were still searching through the phone. So far, their search had proved to be unsuccessful.

"Are you sure this is the right phone, aru?" China asked.

"It has to be!" Japan glared in frustration. "Why isn't it here?!"

"It is possibly that she could have multiple phones..."

Japan whirled around to glare at China. "Why must you always hope for the worst?!" he cried.

"I am not hoping for the worst, aru!" China retorted, defensively. "I am only being realistic!"

"You are hoping for the worst!"

...

While Japan and China continued to argue in the upstairs bedroom, Korea stood on the doorstep downstairs, smiling cheerily at the woman in front of him.

"...So then I was like, "give me your boobs, big brother!" and he said -"

"I'm sorry," the woman cut him off. "What exactly was it that you needed?"

"Oh yeah..." Korea thought for a moment. "...Could I please use your phone?"

"Sure," the woman said, after a brief moment of hesitation. "It's in the house."

"No," Korea replied, shaking his head and smiling. "I mean your cell phone. I'm allergic to normal phones."

Under his breath, he muttered; "Even if they did originate in Korea."

The woman stared at him. "...Was that a joke?"

"Please?" Korea stared at her with wide eyes.

"I...uh..." The woman hesitated. "Sure."

She handed it over to him.

"Hey," she said, suddenly. "You look familiar..."

"Of course I do!" Korea flung the phone against the wall; it shattered into multiple pieces. "I am Korea, da ze!"

He ran away, laughing.

The woman stood still, staring at her shattered phone, her mouth hanging open.

...

England and France were drunk.

Really, really drunk.

England had gotten drunk because, well...he was England. It was just something he tended to do, quite a bit.

France had joined in because he'd thought it would be fun.

On the bright side, at least they were in a private setting this time.

"I...this sucks." France took a swig from the bottle; not a single drop of alcohol came out. He dropped it, looking mournful.

"I know!" England nodded his head. "We're all out of alcohol!"

"No." France shook his head, clumsily. "I mean, everyone knows about us! It isn't fun! It never really was but...now it really sucks."

England nodded. "I hate my life."

"You hate everyone," France pointed out.

"I know." England thought for a moment. "I hate you France," he said, at last."

France smiled at him. "Thank you, Angleterre."

There was a moment of silence.

"You know," England said. "We could totally beat those bastards. Beat the SHIT out of them."

"Totally!"

There was another moment of silence.

"...We can't though," France said, at last. "My boss would spank me."

"Totally," England agreed, scowling. "But...we've got to stop them. All of this is making me depressed."

"Maybe we could change the way we look," France suggested. A moment later his eyes widened and he shook his head, rapidly. "NO! I DO NOT WANT TO CHANGE - I LOVE MYSELF VERY MUCH!"

"I know!" England cried. "We should...we should write a speech!"

France blinked. "A speech?"

"Yeah!" England nodded his head. "Speech's always make things better! Remember that one American bloke...he was all, "I have a dream!" and everyone was like, "oh yeah,totally!""

"...Didn't he get shot?"

Ignoring this, England continued to speak, his speech slurred from the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

"We should write a speech! And then we'll go and read it to everyone and they'll all be like, "oh wow, those blokes are awesome!" And then everything will be good, and I'll be the hero!"

"You sound like America," France told him.

England's eyes widened in horror. "Oh god," he whispered. "Shoot me."

...

"THE VIDEO ISN'T HERE!"

After almost an hour of searching through the device, Japan had finally come to the conclusion that the video wasn't anywhere on the phone.

"I think she simply has two phones, aru," China told him.

"Why?" Japan's expression was filled with distress. "Why?!"

"...Because she thought it would be a good idea?"

"Shut up!" Japan snapped, glaring. "That is not what I meant!"

China sighed. "Maybe we should just leave?" he suggested.

"That is easy for you to say!" Japan's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing angrily. "You aren't the one who everyone will accuse of being a pervert!"

"An anime pervert, aru," China corrected him.

"Shut up! There is no proper term for it!"

"Well..." China frowned. "What do you want to do, aru?"

Japan turned away from him and, in one violent movement, hurled the phone at the wall. It shattered and fell to the ground.

China stared at Japan, disbelievingly. "What did you do that for?"

"I am not taking any chances," Japan replied.

"Oh my god!"

Both nations froze and turned slowly to face the doorway of the room. Standing on the other side of the now-opened door was the woman that Japan had seen in the woods. She stared at them, her mouth agape.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?!" she cried. "Why is everyone destroying my things -" Her voice cut of, abruptly. She stared at them for a few moments.

"...Hey, aren't you Japan and China?"

"I told you we couldn't trust Yong Soo!" China cried.

Ignoring him, Japan ran quickly to the nearest escape route - the window that they had entered from. China, after muttering a few obscenities under his breath, followed after him.

The woman stared at them. "Hey - wait -"

They were gone soon after.

...

"So, how should we start?"

England stared down at the piece of paper in his hand, and then glanced up and France. The other nation thought for a moment.

"How about..."hey people! It's us! France and England!""

"Oh yeah, thats great!" Smiling, England began to write on the piece of paper. His hand moved clumsily, creating messy, uneven letters on the page.

"Hey peepz...France and England are in da house!"

France frowned. "That is not what I said."

"Who cares," England retorted. "My version is better."

France snatched the paper and pen from his grasp.

"Hey!" England glared at him. "I was writing!"

"No," France snapped. "You were hogging the paper."

Glancing down, he scribbled something down onto the piece of paper. England struggled to see over his shoulder.

"We are cool and fun...love us!"

"That's lame!" England cried. "You can't write lame stuff in our speech! It doesn't work!"

"Fine then! I'll write something cool!" France thought for a moment. "Um...how about..."stop stalking us?""

"...Yeah!" England smiled. "That's great!"

France wrote it down.

"Okay..." England chewed on his lip. "How about...we're really awesome. And cool. And better than you...except for America. He's a git."

France wrote it down, oblivious to how England's face suddenly crumbled with grief, at the mention of his former colony.

"America...oh god, America." England let out a choked sob.

France continued to write.

"Why did he have to betray me?!" England smashed his fist down on the sofa. "Why? WHY?! I did everything for him! I gave him everything he could have ever wanted! Why did he just...HOW COULD HE?!"

France scribbled all of it down on the paper.

"He...he..." England's voice cut of abruptly as he caught sight of what France was doing.

"Hey!" he howled. "Stop writing!"

"Too late..." France let out a chuckle. "It is already down."

England's expression darkened in frustration. "Dammit Frog! You ruin everything!"

France frowned for a moment and then wrote something down on the paper.

"What are you writing?" England asked.

"England is mean," France responded, his eyes remaining glued to the piece of paper. "He took Canada from me."

England's eyes narrowed, indignantly. "You can't put that in the speech!"

"Yes I can," France retorted. "It is there."

"YOU'RE RUINING THE SPEECH!"

France narrowed his eyes and wrote on the paper; "England is an old coot who needs to hide in a hole."

England snatched the paper from him and wrote; "hide your daughters, France is coming."

France snatched the paper back. "Hide your genitals, England is coming."

England's eyes widened, indignantly. "HOW DARE YOU?!" he howled. "I am not a pervert - YOU are!"

"England sucks."

England snatched the paper back. "France thinks his hair is so good, but it's not - it sucks!"

Not even bothering to yank the paper back, France half-threw himself onto England, snatched the pen from him, and wrote; "England needs to shave off his eyebrows."

"FRANCE NEEDS TO SHAVE HIS HAIR!"

"England cannot cook."

Momentarily forgetting about the piece of paper, England whirled around and glared at France.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" he howled. "INSULT ME ALL YOU WANT - BUT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY COOKING, AND YOU ARE GOING DOWN!"

France hesitated for a moment. "...Should I write that down?"

England's look of rage morphed into one of consideration.

"...Why not?" he said, at last.

...

"You know what we should do?"

It had been around an hour after the 'speech' had been written. France glanced up.

"What?" he asked.

"We should put this thing on youtube!" England looked incredibly proud of his idea. "Then everyone will be able to hear it and they'll be all; "oh, we were so wrong to accuse England of being all incestuous and stuff." Everyone will love me!"

France nodded his head, looking excited. "And me!"

"...No."

"Let's do it!"

...

"Alright people!" Belarus smiled at the crowd of people standing in front of her. "We are gathered here to discuss a very important topic." She paused, for dramatic effect. "The conquering of my big brother's heart!"

The small group of people standing in front of her, stared back.

"I am Belarus, if you don't already know," she continued.

"We know," responded one man.

Belarus immediately glared at him. "I did not ask you to speak!"

The man swallowed and lowered his eyes.

"...Now I will ask you to speak. Tell me, what are your names, and why did you join?" Belarus stared at them, expectantly.

"Ahh...hi." It was the man who had previously spoken. "I'm Nicholas. I joined because, well...I didn't really have anything better to do."

A woman standing beside him glanced up and smiled, awkwardly.

"I'm Viktoria. I joined because, well...you threatened my life."

A skinny, awkward looking teenager, took a step forward. "I'm -"

"That's enough," Belarus said, cutting him off. "We get the idea."

The teenager frowned. "But there's like, another seventeen of us -"

"SHUT UP!"

There was a moment of silence.

"Now." Belarus took a seat down on a nearby chair, and smiled. "Let's get down to business - conquering Russia's heart. Now, why should we conquer Russia's heart?"

She raised one eyebrow at the crowd, waiting for a response.

"Er..." the teenager shuffled his feet. "Because...um...Russia is...a strong country, who we could all, uh...use as an ally."

A few people nodded their heads, smiling at him, supportively.

"WRONG!"

Everyone jumped in alarm at Belarus' sudden scream; the teenager paled, dramatically.

"We are doing this because big brother is beautiful, and he shall marry me!"

"...Yeah..." coughed the teenager.

Belarus stood up and made her way to a nearby pile of clothing.

"My big sister, Ukraine, has made us some pretty uniforms to wear," she told the others. "I have added images of Russia's face to the back."

Picking up one of the uniform-jackets, she held it up for everyone to see. On the back was a badly sewn photo of Russia, who was attempting to shield himself away from the camera, while looking horrified.

"We have to wear that?" muttered Nicholas.

Belarus smiled at him. "Even when you sleep."

Everyone stared at her, their expression's filled with dread.

Belarus lifted her arm in the air, her expression wild and filled with excitement. "WE ARE ONE WITH RUSSIA!"

"...I kind of want to go home," mumbled the teenager.

...

AN:

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Finland, Sweden and Sealand will be back in the next chapter, along with Lithuania and Poland. Norway and Denmark might also be making a brief appearance :)

Keep reading, and I hope you continue to enjoy this!