Me: Hi peoples~! (Waves to the peoples) I finally get an excuse to do an old request this chappie. X3

England: Yes, yes, just read the letters. (Hands over a handful of letters)

Me: (Reads a letter) I like our treaties too~. A lot~. :D

All the nations: *cough*I don't.*cough*

Me: (Reads another letter) Sorry, I just Googled 'Fem *insert nation here*'. ^^" The official Nyotalia Baltics haven't come out yet. (I swear, by the time this fic is over, these fem designs are gonna be Jossed like Iceland's.)

Sealand: (Tugs pigtail) But I like these, desu yo!

Me: (Reads another letter) Congratulations, the request list/paper is now completely filled. ^^ (I'm gonna need another one. Soon.) (Reads yet another letter) ... In my head, Ameri-mochi sounds like America. Just for Rule of Funny. And because I can totally imagine the other mochis like Canada-mochi and Spain-mochi sounding like them.

Ameri-mochi: Bitch! :3

Me: -.- ... (Reads another Ameri-mochi related letter) o_o Oh damn you, fridge logic. You make even a throw-away joke like that sound wrong.

Me: (Reads another letter) Oh yeah, I forgot Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico were in the fic. They're both genderbent still. Here. (Tosses Fem!PR to the person who remembered.) And also, no holiday specials for this fic! I may have set this in October but that doesn't mean I'll give it a Halloween special. (pout) And besides, I'm writing a parody of A Christmas Carol for my peoples as a gift. ^_^ And update more often on this fic (hopefully. Not sure. Someone's pleading/bugging-me-to keep writing my stupid FMA fic =_=).

Ameri-mochi: Bitch doesn't own Hetalia. (Sprouts a hand and points middle finger at Estonia) This bitch does. :3

"Let's, like, go bowling!"

Everyone stared at the Pole with a confused look.

"Why...?"

"I, like, wanna show off how cute I made Liet!" Poland dragged Lithuania out into the open.

Poland had forced her into a skirt. And a blouse. With hair-clips.

"Doesn't this outfit, like, totally bring out Liet's eyes? I need to show off!"

"Fine, Poland..."

One trip to America via Portkey later...

"Let's never travel that way again, Iggy."

"I second this."

"It wasn't that bad!"

They had landed in front of a huge bowling alley. Inside were neon lights everywhere, darkness, the lanes, and a DJ booth.

After everyone got their shoes and an alley, they had a little trouble with the electronic board that they were supposed to put their names into.

"America. The buttons on these things suck." Denmark said as the 'D' button refused to work.

"You spelled my name wrong, desu yo!"

"English is not my first language, aru! -_- It's hard to write, aru!"

England looked at the screen above the second lane. "Russia... Who the hell is 'Steve'?"

Russia smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "You should know, da?"

Russia, delete it. -_- Now.

"Fine~."

After they finally managed to get all there names into the scoreboards, it was Liechtenstein's turn first. He tried his hardest to pick up a black 16 ball (I'm not sure what bowling in foreign countries is like, but over here each ball has a number on it. Usually the balls with smaller numbers/brighter colors are going to be lighter), but it was too heavy. Switzerland got up and grabbed a lighter ball for his...her sister... brother... sibling.

"Oh. Danke." Liechtenstein was about to hand Switzerland the ball when it slipped through his fingers.

THUD. Switzerland's foot was gonna hurt like hell now.

"Gah!"

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Switzerland looked at the worried look on Liechtenstein's face and faked a smile. "I'm fine. Carry on." She managed to limp out of the bowling alley and everyone heard a faint 'OW! SON OF BITCH! DX' from outside.

Liechtenstein knocked over half of the pins by the time her turn was over. Then it was Romano's turn. She bent over, pulled her arm back, and felt the bowling ball fly off her fingers as she did.

THUD. "OW! MON DIEU! DX"

"DO-OVER, DAMMIT!"

Spain retrieved Romano's ball from France's foot ("Aaaah. DX I think you broke something!") and passed it to Romano with a wink.

Romano tried again. And it hit a cat.

"My kitty...!"

"...I want another damn do-over."

The third time Romano tried, she actually got a strike.

In the wrong lane.

"Pffft. X3"

"You have got to be s_ing me."

"Spain! It's your turn!"

Spain put a hand on Romano's shoulder. "Esta buen, Romano. You get 9 more turns!"

Spain grabbed a ball and bent over. Immediately, every human former-male, and France, in the alley started staring. Do not underestimate the power of Spain's ass.

"Ohonhonhon~. Would you just look at that-" CRUNCH. "OW! MY FOOT! I mean, would you just look at form! She looks like she's going to do great! Now, would you mind not crushing my foot, Romano?"

After Spain it was Taiwan. Who got a strike. In three lanes at the same time with one ball.

Everyone stared. Taiwan just rubbed the back of his neck. "Guess I was just lucky."

Russia got up to roll. She just pushed the ball. When it was about to go into the gutter, Russia started chanting "Kolkolkolkol..."

The ball went back to the center and got Russia a strike.

"Dude, that was so cheating."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, comrade. ^^"

Meanwhile at the DJ Booth...

Rome and Germania were in the same bowling alley because 'it's a small world after all~!'

Ok, that was a lame pun...

Anyways, Rome looked up at the empty DJ booth and grinned. "Germania~."

"What now?"

"I think you should be the DJ!"

He raised an eyebrow. "...What?"

"Seriously! Don't you have that CD you always dance to when you're home alone in your pocket?"

"How did you-? Fine, dumbass."

Germania put the CD in, and got out his neon lights. The music came on, and suddenly every person with Germanic blood in the room had the urge to dance.

"I LIKE GERMAN SPARKLE PARTIES~. SPARKLE PARTY, SPARKLE PARTY! I LIKE GERMAN SPARKLE PARTIES~. SPARKLE PARTY, SPARKLE PARTY."

"PRUUUUUSSIAAAAAA!" Germany, Austria, and Switzerland yelled.

"It wasn't my fault! I swear!"

"We weren't blaming you," Germany said. "We're just mad because WE ARE COMPLETELY UNPREPARED FOR A SPARKLE PARTY!"

"Sure we are. There's a bar over there, I have the rubber boots, you always carry around some spare neon."

"What about party pants?"

"..."

"WE CANNOT HAVE A PROPER GERMAN SPARKLE PARTY WITHOUT PARTY PANTS! IT'S JUST WRONG!"

"I brought some party pants."

"Danke, Switzerland. Danke."

They all magical appeared in their party gear while the rest of the world wondered what the hell was going on.

"Well," America said. "When you can't figure them out, join them." America got on top of a table. "I saw someone do this at a nightclub once-"

"A-America! Please! We're in public! And there are children present!"

"Hahaha!"

"Maybe after this I should ask the DJ-san if he has any Vocaloid..."

"PARTY! PARTY!"

Sorry, the last part got rushed right before bed. Finally the Club!America and Vocaloid request done!

Japan: Review, please.