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Nisa: I don't own Hetalia in any way :P

"Bitch please, cough the money up!" I crowed triumphantly. Slamming my hands down on the table, I quickly took the money smugly. Bianca smacked her head against the table, and grumpily shoved the cash my way. It was another nice night, the wind was blowing, all of my bitches were here, and I was dragging in cash like it was going out of style. I was hanging out with my favorite sis, New Jersey. I was also hanging with Uncle France, cause he was actually a pretty kick-ass guy.

"Are you ever going to let me win?" Francis mumbled, crossing his arms. "You're going to take all my country's money!"

"Sorry Fancy-pants! Better luck next time!" I grinned, setting up the cards again. "Anyone wanna go for another round?"

"Hell no Natalie. We're already in a shitty economy; you don't need any more of my money!" New Jay screeched, her pink fingernails pointing accusingly at me.

"Fine, fine. Anyone wanna stalk Utah then?" I suggested, flipping my dirty blonde hair over my shoulder. France grinned pervertedly, licking his lips suggestively. Bianca just rolled her eyes, but smiled none the less.

"You're totally in love with him, right?" Bianca gushed, clapping her hands together.

"Nooo~" I purred, even though it was a lie.

"Well you can't wear that." France condemned, pointing at my plain tight t-shirt and skimpy skirt. "You have to wear something… more suggestive."

"Right, right!" NJ agreed, gabbing my hand. "C'mon, I'll help you~!"

It took about two hours to decide what to wear, but the result was epic. I wore a red tank-top with laces over my chest (cause guys die for that, no?) short black jean shorts, large aquamarine earrings, and my hair done in a French braid (I can thank Uncle France for that). With my hazel eyes and blonde hair, I think I looked megasupersexy!

"You look like a sex goddess!" NJ squealed, admiring my awesome sexiness. I nodded in agreement, applying a bit more mascara.

"Utah will be all over you, no?" Francis purred, obviously proud of his master piece.

We climbed into my beautiful yellow Lamborghini 'Murciélago 'and set off, singing to my theme song- Waking Up in Vegas.

Finally we arrived at Liam's house, and my heart skipped a beat when seeing his familiar Jeep.

"Ready?" NJ smiled, climbing out of the car. I nodded happily, bouncing out, cleavage jiggling.

"Liam~! You home boo-bear?" I called into the house, skipping through the front door. I heard Liam's familiar "Shit!" followed by running footsteps.

"He totally adores me." I gushed, skipping up to his room- which he always hid in when I popped by.

"Nevada! Not another move!" a familiar voice growled, and I knew who it was addmeadiatly.

"Well hiya daddy dear!" I squealed, whipping around to face him. "Why are you here?"

"Liam asked me to guard the house- he said you usually come over every Wednesday anyway." America sighed. I pouted, knowing having Alfred here would ruin my plan of seducing Liam.

"- but daddy, I just want to see Li-li!" I whined, crossing my arms.

"Where did I go wrong?" I heard him mutter to himself, rubbing the back of his head.

"- so any who, would you please move?" I asked innocently, though my eyes were starting to turn bright red.

"Sorry kiddo~ no can do!" he grinned, and started steering me away from Liam's door.

"Alfred Jones. Let me go." I hissed, whipping around to glare at him. Suddenly out of nowhere I was holding a scythe, and pointing it straight at him.

"Wait, hold up! I got hurt last chapter! You can't wound me again!" America cried defiantly, glaring at Nisa, who was currently writing this chapter.

"Ha! Says who?" I sneered, putting my hands on my hips.

"That's just not fair!"

Then there was rumbling, and a hole opened up right next to me. I squeaked, though shoved my weapon closer to the now growing hole. I gasped as England rose up, holding a passed-out France and his own weapon.

"Sadly, Nisa instructed me to save Alfred's sorry ass." He sighed, glaring at France, like it was his fault.

"Horary for Iggy!" cheered Alfred, whose face split open in a grin.

"Just get on the magical flying dolphin fool!" he growled, and Alfred happily jumped on the pink flying dolphin.

"See ya Natalie!"

"…."

Truthfully, I had no idea what to say. Since when could dolphins fly…? Who the hell was Nisa anyway?

"Wha-? What the hell…?" I woke up on the floor, my head throbbing painfully. France and NJ sat at my side, staring at me anxiously.

"What happened?" I groaned.

"You got drunk and passed out." Bianca said simply, helping me up.

"… So I didn't go and see Liam…?"

"…Noooo..."

"- and Uncle Artie didn't show up with flying dolphins?"

"Are you okay? No, that didn't happen."

"… Oh. Well then, I just had the craziest dream ever! Man, I must have been really drunk!" I laughed, rubbing the back of my head.'

"Ha, she had no idea!" Nisa laughed evilly, rubbing her hands together. Arthur and Alfred sweat-dropped, not really sure how to handle the crazy author.

"So, uh, can we go now?" America asked, edging towards the door.

"Nope!" she giggled. Sadly, Alfred and Arthur will be in Nisa's control until this crazy Fanfiction is completed.

-The End ^^-

... I think I just broke realitly ^^' but it is true :D Iggy and Alfie will have to bare with me a bit longer~ Anyway, remember to review/comment and request a state!