Next chapter is here! But you guys don't review anymore and it makes me sad. I feel so unloved :(

I mean, I'm not the kind of author that would stop writing because of not getting what I want, but if you review more it makes me work faster (FACT). Unless I jumped the shark, which is cool I guess.

But, enough of me pandering for reviews, here's the ACTION PACKED CHAPTER OF EASY TO MANIPULATE! XD (lol well, maybe not THAT dramatic, but there's a lot of gunfights and countries getting shot compared to the other chapters)

"So how is your dress Miss Belarus?" Lithuania said with a frown. She didn't respond. Belarus wore a completely white dress. It was elegant and pretty, but the girl in the dress practically looked like a zombie. She was pale and she refused to eat, and she didn't put on any makeup. The lovely bouquet of bright flowers she was holding made her look even more corpse like. She sat emotionless, on what should be the happiest day of her life. "Please try and look a bit livelier Miss Belarus."

"How can I... I will never see my Alfred again." She said with a sniffle, her eyes started to well up with tears again. She slumped her head down on her vanity.

"Please Miss Belarus, don't cry..." Lithuania said "You have been crying nonstop for three days." He walks over to her and puts his hand on her back, only to have her roughly shove him off of her.

"Go away! Don't touch me!" She yelled furiously, tears running down her face.

"Alright, just please don't do anything foolish with that knife of yours Miss Belarus." He said, getting up off the ground and walking out of her room. She only mumbled something unintelligible into her arms as she kept her head on the vanity.

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England walked into America's room too see a bed full of guns. "BLOODY HELL, WHAT IS THIS!" The bed had and entire arsenal laying on it, from hand guns to rocket launchers to something that assumed was a laser gun. He looked at America, he was ready for war. He had dark black lines under his eyes and he was wearing his old bomber jacket. "N-no way Alfred, you can't be thinking of crashing the wedding..." America's normally bright blue eyes looked cold and steely as he loaded various weapons. The amount of guns that America owned was down right terrifying. He had enough guns in his room alone to arm an entire platoon. "America, the invitation said that there would be armed guards there specifically for you!"

"Why do you think I'm bringing guns..." America said in a low, almost gravely voice. Chills went down England's spine. He really hated when America was all serious.

"America, please, your gonna die. You don't even know if this girl loves you or not. I know I told you to find out, but I meant like, call her or something, not go in guns blazing..." America looked up from the shotgun he was polishing.

"I've called her six hundred sixty five times... I didn't wanna call any more than that. It took me an hour to get past call thirteen." America said, continuing to polish his gun.

"Okay, fine, so your gust gonna go in there and slaughter all those guards!" England said folding his arms. America looks up at him again, he draws his pistol and points it at his shoulder. "Wait Alfred, what are yo-" But he's cut off by the gunshot. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!" America had his eyes closed, he growled a bit and put his gun back in his holster. "W-what? No blood? Or wound?" England said examining his arm.

"Rubber bullets and tranqs..." America growled, still not looking at England.

"You are fucking insane." England growled back, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. "They're not using fake bullets! You're gonna get yourself killed! Then what huh?" America didn't respond. He only snatched up all the guns on his bed and started loading them onto his body. A handgun in his chest holster, two on his hips and one on his ankle. A shotgun on his back, and a familiar looking AK-47, that had modified bullets, in his hands. He walked for the door, only to have England jump in his way, he was crying already. "I'm not gonna let you d-" But he was cut off by by America shooting him. He closes his eyes, he feels a sharp pinch in his neck, a quick rub shows that America had stuck him with a tranquilizer.

"Sorry Igg's, you're not gonna stop me." The last thing England saw was America closing his bedroom door from his bed.

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"Nataliya? You are feeling better, da?" Russia said walking into Belarus's room. He was wearing a black suit with a small red bow tie, but it was hard to see as he was still wearing his scarf.

"B-brother? Get out, y-you... you're not supposed to see me on the wedding day. It's bad lucky for you to see me." She looked away from him to hide her awful condition.

"Natty, is there something you want to tell me?" Russia said walking up to her. Belarus thought, should she tell him that she's in love with America? Should she tell him that she doesn't want to marry him any more? She thought for awhile, until she finally mustered up the nerve to speak.

"I... I'm in love with someone else..." She said with her eyes shut as tight as possible. "I fell in love with America while I stood over! I'm so sorry brother." Russia looked at the ground, his eyes hidden by his hair and his hands balled into fist. There was a long silence as he stood there, It must have been fifteen minuets before he spoke.

"Why America... tell me why I don't understand. How could anyone love such an oaf." He was actually upset, not his usual smiling aggressiveness. He was clearly frowning, and his aura looked as menacing as ever.

"Please brother... please don't be angry." Belarus pleaded with him, he only stood silent again. He starts to walk out the room, as he closes the door he speaks.

"We are getting married today Belarus, whether you want to or not." His smile returned, and he closed his eyes. "Perhaps if he loves you as well, he will swoop in and save you... we can have his funeral the next day..." Russia was truly the cruelest being on the planet. He closes the door and Belarus collapses to the ground.

"I know you'll come for me Alfred, please come and rescue me. I am your girl, am I not? You're the hero, you have to come and save your girl..." She sobbed and sniffled, she never cried so much in her entire life. Later the ceremony started, tons of countries were there, the only exceptions being America, England, Canada, Ukraine and Belgium. Even China showed up. He sat next to Japan and Greece sat next to him. Germany and Italy made a ruckus in the second row while Hungary gave Prussia a death glare. He stuck his tongue at her.

"Keep it out, I want to rip it out of your head..." Hungary said, Prussia flipped her off and he was quickly struck with a frying pan. Thankfully, Lichtenstein let him lie on her lap until her regained consciousness. Even with everyone's usual antic's they all couldn't stop thinking about America, and what he was doing, how he felt about this. When Lithuania walked in to announce the start of the ceremony everyone went completely silent. Russia stood at the alter, the fat bald priest stood under the enormous stain glass window ceiling and looked through his bible. The music begins to play as the Baltics start to walk down the isle. They were all given the title of ring bearer, flower girl and bride's mades much to their discontent. Lithuania stood by Russia's side, he was the best man. After the Baltics mad their way to the alter, Belarus stood in the beginning of the isle. Every step she took she got closer to her fate, the chance of America coming to the rescue growing slimmer and slimmer. Outside the chapel fifteen guards, armed with AK-47s stood watch for 'Anyone with a cowboy hat or shoving a burger down their throat.'

"Greetings Vladimir, how are you today comrade?" one of the guards said to another.

"I can not complain, I just got a new gun. Do you like?" he said holding up his gun. They hear a voice from under them.

"I think it's pretty cool." The look down to see a face in the snow, a little under the face are two small holes. America is fires one gun, it gives a little phut and a dart goes into one man's neck. The other tries to fire back but America fires his shotgun and it sprays him with rubber buckshot.

"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!" The man alerts two other guards, the come rushing over and America quickly shoots them down as well.

"Four down, eight to go." America rushes to the doors where two more guards begin to fire at him, he takes fires two shots at them with his pistol and they go down from the rubber headshots. Two more snipers tried to take their shots only to be taken out from behind. Belgium clacks their head's together.

"Stupid mooks always get that done to them." Belgium said as she laughed. America kicks open the doors to the chapel where the last four guards stood, he has his shotgun in one hand and his pistol in the other. He fired off two shot gun blasts, dropping two of the guards and thows his shotgun at another. knocking three of them out he nails the last one in the face with a rubber bullet. America kicks in the second door where the wedding was taking place.

"I OBJECT!"

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! America was pretty awesome this chapter huh!

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