Me: Hi peoples~! :D (Sorry I haven't updated my fics in a while, I had a play to do and then a cruise on Halloween weekend, then Hetaween ate whatever was left of my sanity)

France: (*Hands over review letters*)

Me: We finally have more reviews than the prequel! HELL YEAH! XD (*Toasts with candy*)

Japan: (*Pops open those party-hat-looking-things-full-of-confetti*)

Me: (*Reads first couple of letters*) ...What are were you thinking when France asked England to keep her mouth open? O_o I was just pointing out the fact that girls ALWAYS have their mouths hanging open when applying mascara. What were you expecting? Fem!FrUk make-out session?

France: -.- Darn.

Me: btw, guest cameo. Take it away, Aniki!

MLIA-Anime (Aniki): (*falls on rope on the way in*) Who put that there? Oh hi audience! Thanks for viewing my sensei's story. I'm her (self-proclaimed) secretary, also known as Aniki.

England: You're not gonna be in this...story, are you?

MLIA-Anime: Not unless Bri runs out of characters and ideas. I would totally do makeovers with Poland! Anyway I'm here to address a recurring issue. What happens to the other vital regions? Well, if my studies are correct Mt. Fuji will flatten down and eventually sink into a canyon.

Japan: N-nande? O_o

MLIA-Anime: Big Ben will end up as a cuckoo clock that France will mistake as Germany's debt. And, the Eiffel tower will end up as a bobby pin picked up by Poland.

England: Don't you have homework?

MLIA-Anime: Oh yeah! (*runs*) Bye peoples~ (*trips*)

Me: (We mutually agreed on the vital regions thing). Don't worry. ^^" We already invaded the fic and I'm trying to break the habit of inserting me and my friends into the plot. (Besides there are over 200 countries, that I really should research, we can't run out of characters THAT quickly.)

Poland: (*Quickly removes bobby pin from hair and throws it at France*)

France: ...I'm keeping that cuckoo clock. Forever. In my room. So I can m-

Me: Bad France! No! There are kids present! (*Looks at the audience then reads another letter*) ... Uh... Shamu make a cameo? ...Sure, I guess? (Shamu sorta lost his rep over here ._.)

Sealand: What? :D

Me: Nothing! ^^; (*Reads a few more letters*) I threw in Denmark having a fear of loops just for the heck of it. XD (His reaction is based off what my horror-loving/never-scared cousin's reaction to the Manta.)

Denmark: Why are do ALL the coasters in Florida have BIG-ASS LOOPS? DX

Me: She's trying to compensate for being flat. XD Be grateful I didn't put you on the Krakken. That thing has 6 loops, I think. I dunno. I lost count after 6.

Denmark: O_O

Me: (*Reads another letter*) ... I forgot who requested they go to an amusement park. ._. (*Digs through over 400 reviews*) ._. I... can't... find it! (Though reading through all the reviews again, I found the really funny ones that I like. XD)

Me: (*Reads another letter*) YES! STATE FAIR! HELLZ YES! XD (*Tries to bring up memories of the last fair I went to when I was 8*)

America: (*Tears of pride*) State fairs... F_ yeah... ;D

Me: (*Reads another letter*) Ah, Mexico... Don't worry, Mex will be in this again after I make a good personality.

Denmark: Bri doesn't own Hetalia. If she did, so many headcanons would come true.

Me: By the way... Since I was at the Hetaween event, I must insert a speech/rant here...

(*Insert sappy/dramatic music here*)

Me: After years of being in the fandom world... the Hetaween event made me realize something. This is one of the best fandoms ever, if not THE best. Sitting through that event, I saw a fandom that was united and positive and like a family. In other fandoms I've been in (Reborn, Death Note, but mostly Naruto) I see shipping wars, and taking sides on who's better, and people flaming each other. Not this one. The event may have ended while I was still at school, but I could still feel the hype from it!

Romano: Can we move on to the damn story already? -_-

Me: Fine. -.- Meanie.

Warning: This chapter has a LOT of Ship Tease (What do you expect? It's a BALL. They need dance partners!). Which means I'll be teasing y'all with pairings. Just because it's thrown in here, does NOT mean I ship it. I'm not going to make this a romance fic. (*Hides before shippers try to brick me for not putting their favorite pairing in here*)

America was still groaning to herself about how Sealand got away.

"Stupid Sealand... Running through the Sea Lion show... Then escaping on Shamu's back... Cheater..."

There was a crash upstairs. "I'm not putting on the dress! That's final!"

"Come on, Angleterre. I put the make up on, I'm just going all out!"

"BUT A BALLGOWN?"

"OUI!"

Then there was a crash closer to the staircase. America got up and at the bottom of the stairs just in time to catch a girl in a blue dress.

"A-America!" England gasped from America's arms.

England was wearing make up, a cerulean blue dress, and had her hair down instead of pigtails. Her (fake) glasses looked like they were about to fall off and she was blushing a deep red that could compete with Romano. In short, England looked absolutely adorable.

"Why are you staring at me like that, git?"

"You look funny in a dress." SMACK.

France looked from America to England. Then grinned.

"HUNGARY! GET THE DRESSES! WE'RE HAVING A BALL~!"

"WE'RE HAVING A BLOODY WHAT?"

"France! No! I haven't been to a ball since... the 19th century! O_O"

Too late. Hungary stormed downstairs with dozens of dresses. He grabbed America by the wrist and dragged her upstairs.

"This can't end well..."

About an hour later...

Everyone was in a ball gown (well, all the girls).

"Everyone find a partner~!"

The nations were scrambling around, looking for a decent partner.

"I want Japan!"

"No... I want Japan."

"Turkey-san. Greece-san. Please stop fighting over me."

"Yeah! I want to dance with Japan!"

"Not you too, Taiwan-san..."

Then Belarus crashed into someone.

"Belarus?" Denmark asked as she looked at nation that nearly knocked her over. "Russia's over there."

"Thanks." And Belarus ran off to become one with- I mean, dance with Russia.

"Birdie~! Kesesesesese~!" Prussia grabbed Canada from behind.

"Eep! Prussia! What are you doing?"

"Hungary's being an ass and won't let me near her...him... and the aristocrat!" Prussia point at the red spot on her cheek as proof. "But you're awesome (you and your maple syrup), so you'll let me dance with you, right?"

"A-Alright..."

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, America was dancing with England. America was leading, and it was a disaster.

"Ow! Stop stepping on my toes!"

"I will stop stepping on them when you learn how to dance properly!"

America pouted. "Well, I haven't danced like this since the Antebellum period!"

"That's no excuse."

"Meanie."

"It's time to switch partners!"

England immediately got kidnapped by France. England started shouting "Don't take someone when they're dancing, you bloody wanker!" but France just laughed.

"Oh America~."

America turned around to see a smiling Russia. "What?"

"Look what I found~."

"... Let's dance."

Suddenly, instead of the ballroom music, there was a loud screeching "EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!" Somehow Russia found the DDR mats and was challenging America.

"Oh god, not again..."

"No break-dancing this time, comrade~. You're in a dress."

"That doesn't matter!" America started dancing like the girls on music videos.

"Where did she get that pole?"

Russia started glaring. "Belarus. Help me out."

"Yes, Brother!" Belarus started dancing with Russia.

"You cheater! Korea! Help me out!"

It was a battle for the ages... and that age was for an hour. After an hour, everyone just got bored and left.

Me: (Bows) Sorry for such a long delay on such a crappy chapter. T_T

America: (Reads chapter) Is it just me, or are there a lot of pairings with me in here? O_o

Me: It's just you. Review~! ^_^