Me: Hi peoples~! I would like to apologize for the delay in this chappie and the Blind Idiot Translation of the line China said in Chinese. (I would like to thank those who tried to help me fix it.) -_- (Bri-chan only knows Spanish and basic French, so those are the only ones I can sorta edit)

America: But you used Google Translator for China's line.

Me: Exactly.

America: Haha... Burn.

Me: I'll be right back. I need to go get prepared for the chappie. ^^ (Couldn't get any of my other OCs to help since they're helping Japan) (Leaves)

Everyone: (She's probably going to go to Tv Tropes to look for more references.)

Canada: Hey, Bri, can I be in this chappie? (Blocked by Romano)

Romano: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I have HAD IT with these motherf_ing references in this motherf_ing fanfic! Now everyone step back. I'm about to take a f_ing laptop. (Tries to grab the laptop)

Me: (Runs back in) WHAT THE HELL, ROMANO? (Fights over 'Sora the Laptop')

(Sound of struggling similar to that of MasakoX and Vegeta3986)

Me: (Snatches Sora back) Now that's settled. BRI NARA-CHAN IS GOING TO MEGACON ON SUNDAY! (First con. Going as Itachi Uchiha from Naruto because I don't have any Lithuania cosplay.)

Everyone: (Looks at America)

England: There's a-

America: Don't say it.

France: There's a pa-

America: DON'T SAY IT!

Prussia: There's a party in America's vital regions and you're invited!

America: (Goes to a corner)

Sweden: (Pats his back in sympathy)

America: At least they didn't say-

Prussia: (sings) THERE'S A PARTY IN THE U-S-A~!

America: (Goes back to the corner) Not cool, dude...

Canada: Bri doesn't own Hetalia. If she did... (Cut off by America)

America: This would be canon. We would be screwed. And I would have McDonald's right now.

"I'm boooored!" America whined. In the middle of the meeting.

"Stop complaining, America!" England scolded.

"But England! I'm bored as hell!"

"What do you want us to do about it?"

"Play a game with me!"

"Immature git..."

Japan sweatdropped. "What do you want us to play?"

America smiled and held up a black and white ball. Not knowing his big mistake. "Soccer."

Every European stared the foot/soccer ball with a vicious hungry look, similar to the one Canada has whenever hockey is mentioned. Then they looked at one another, smirks on all their faces.

"Of course, America."

"Dude, how do you get your eyes to glow red like that? It's kinda creepy."

"Ok, we'll play football for you."

"Oh meu deus! Did someone say football?" a dark-haired girl asked as she popped out of nowhere with a foot/soccer ball.

"Yes, Brazil." several smirking nations responded.

Brazil suddenly got the same eager look as everyone else. "You're going down."

Five minutes after they started the game... Dammit, I lost the game.

"America, I think this was a bad idea." Canada told his brother as the sat on the sidelines. (They got tired.)

"What makes you say that?" America asked.

"FOUL!"

"H'W TH' HELL W'S TH'T A FOUL?"

"How was that...? YOU F_ING RAN OVER DENMARK!"

"TH'T 'S N'T A FOUL!"

"STOP FIGHTING AND TAKE THE RED CARD, ARU!" yelled the referee for the match.

"NEV'R!"

There was suddenly a fight on the field. Sweden and Denmark were beating each other up, China was trying to break them up and give Sweden the red card. The other nations were either encouraging them or telling them to knock it off so they can continue. Or starting a fight of their own. (Iggy... with France...)

"See my point, America? They're acting like you during baseball-"

"Baseball? Where?" America said as he looked around.

"Or American football-"

"OMG, FOOTBALL? WHERE?" America said as he jumped to his feet and looked around.

Canada just crossed his arms and gave a brother a look that said 'What the hell is wrong with you?'

"Hey, in my defense: A Super Bowl is bigger than a World Cup." (Thank you, Eric Vale, for those words of American wisdom.)

To the Final Part of Match...

Team Awesome (Italy, Japan, Germany, Prussia, Denmark, Hungary, Austria, Sealand, Greece, Spain, and Romano) vs Team Superman (America, Canada, England, China, France, Russia, Korea, Sweden, Norway, Brazil, and Switzerland). Scores tied. Russia had the ball. And Japan was goalie.

"This is for the Russo-Japanese War, comrade~!" Then Russia super-kicked the ball. The freakin' ball was on fire, peoples.

And Japan... he would win the game for his team! No! He will win the game for his Nakama- I mean, his friends. Japan jumped up with all eyes on him. And the ball hit him square in the stomach. Japan went down to the floor.

"J-Japan!"

"Are you ok?"

Japan coughed, before he sat up with the ball in his hand. "I-I saved it."

There was cheering from Japan's team. The opposing team groaned. And the cheerleader on the sidelines (*cough* Latvia because Russia told him to *cough*) got glared at by Russia.

"Wait, who won?"

"..."

Several nations rawred. Notably the rivals.

"I miss Paul..." Spain sighed.

Group dope-smack.

Me: Sorry this chappie is so short. X_X I be running out of ideas.

Italy: You can always make England mess up his magic in a different way. Like... make us cute kitties... or genderbe-

England: DON'T GIVE HER IDEAS!

Me: No, Ita-chan. Those are potential sequels to this. (Poll for which one.)

Everyone: O_O (Aw crap.)

Me: Remember, if you have any ideas or requests... yes, YOU. Staring at the screen right now. If you have anything to throw into this madness, I'll try to put it.

Everyone: (Sweatdrops) What kind of writer are you?

Me: A spazzy one. (Drags out a poster with 'Hetalia' on it)

Germany: What's that for?

Italy: (Pops up from behind the poster) Hetalia!

Germany: (facepalm)

Me: Wrong line!

Italy: Oh! Ve~! I mean, Review!