Later that day, Canada walked into his living room and saw Romano looking rather disgusted. "Um, Romano? Are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah; I can still taste that ******. Why weren't you grossed by that shit."

"Uh, America get me into dares all the time: with grosser foods than that. So it didn't bothered me."

"Well no ******."... Knock! Knock! Knock! Went the door multiple times. The two nation didn't who was on the other side, but that knew it wasn't there crime partners and that were being annoying.

"Quick Romano hide."

"Waaa!" After Romano scurry to the guest room, Canada went to the front door and opened it.

"Yo Canadia!" There greeting was his brother America "What's up?"

"Oh, uh nothing."

"Hey Do you want to play Monster Smasher with me?"

"I, uh?"

"Hahahahahaha!" Without a second thought the American nation went straight in. "Good I know you wouldn't let the hero down!" The Canadian sigh. He hoped that his Italian friend could hold-out. Because knowing the headstrong America this would take a long time.

After the North American brothers played the game for four hours until America left. Canada soon remember Romano hiding, so he walked to the door. As he opened in a slow paced, being careful not to be hurt if the Italian nation were still angry. The Canadian found his friend sleeping on the bed. He tipped-toed to the resting Italian man and gently shook him.

"Romano?" He called out softly. "Romano? He gone he's gone."

"*******!" At that moment, the Canadian dogged un upper-cut to the face. "Alright, who's the ***** that woke me from my nap?" The Italian nation asked as he tried to get a wake. "Oh, it you *****. Where's your dumb*** brother?"

"Oh uh, he remember that he's got something import that his bosses want him to do."

"Damn, he could be a real dumb*****."

"Yeah;"

After the two walked Romano spoke up. "Your **** brother sure takes advantage of you?"

"Yeah; but I can't do anything about it." All of the sudden, the Italian nations soon spotted a brown coat hanging on a chair. "Hey **** the dumb*** forgot his coat."

"Huh, oh? He did." At that moment, potty-mouth nation watched as his Canadian friend picked-up the clothing and stare at it.

"You got an idea to take care of that Iidiota, don't you?"

"Yes. I do." Canada put his hand in the pocket and hold out two ketchup bottles.

"How do that ****** keep those in there?"

"I don't know. I think he stole England's spell book one time."

"Figures."

"You want to help me?"

"That **** made me hide in a bed room for four *** hours, Si ***."

Once the two nations got a pair of scissor, a hot glue gun, and baking soda, they got to work. They were just about finish when they heard knocking. "******! It better not be your ***** brother again!" The Canadian sigh.

"I'll go check." Canada muttered, not really don't want to, however got to. He opened the door to see, a bit of surprise, it wasn't America, but Sealand.

"Hey Canada, come to tell you that we got a new prank to prank those jerks."

"Oh, Romano and were just setting up one for America. Are you going pass his house later this evening?"

"I see this is going. You want me to take something to his place, right?"

"Yes. He left coat here a little while a ago."

"Sure I'll do it."

"Merci."

The next day Canada sat in his chair grinning, grinning that his brother you get what he deservers. He watched as the American man got out a ketchup bottle and shook it. As the America nation opened it, it shoot ketchup out fast than a cheetah and left red trail that went to Germany.

"AMERICA?!" screamed Germany.

"Seriously America, could be any more childish?" Asked England who took a sip of his tea.

"Wow sorry guys, the awesome pranksters must have gotten hold of one my ketchup bottles. I'll go try another. After the American gotten out another bottle, instead of shaking it, he opened right away. Nothing came out. Puzzled, he tried harder. Just then, ketchup did came out, but at the wrong place, at the neck of the bottle.

"Aw man, they gotten this on too." America looked at the ketchup on his hand. It was at this moment that he basically said heck with it and use the ketchup anyways. As Romano thought up a bunch of bad words, Canada was at least happy that he at least got to prank a little.

When the meeting was over and everyone was leaving, Italy spotted Germany walking pass. He noticed something pink stuck to his butt. The innocent Italian tried to pluck off.

"What?!" Germany yelped. He turned and called out "ITALY?!"

"AHHH!"

"JUST WHAT ARE YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"AHHH! You have something stuck to your butt," At that moment, the nation who, for whatever reason, still left looked and some started to laugh. "i was only trying to get it of you, I swear!" It was at this point in time that Germany noticed the attention he was getting. He check the area to make sure. Soon enough he realized that gum gotten stuck.

"Bruder!" He muttered in irritated tone. "Thanks Italy."

"No problem Germany."

After gotten out and was on the road, the discovered the road was being blocked by a heard of a cattle walking across the road. "*****! THIS IS BULL******!" While Romano and some other nations cursed so much that it would make a sailor blush, two mirco nations were off somewhere guiding the heard.

"What's with all the sudden like of bulls these past two chapters?" Wy asked Sealand.

"Even the author doesn't know, Wy. It all just came to her."

"Oh?"

Meanwhile Saborga at the front guide the leader cow to where they wanted them to go. Well... actually the Italian mirco nation was having fun riding the leader cow, but still guided them.