A/N: Since a lot of you are asking for it I will gladly give you the couples listing for this series :D Couples listing:

AlfredxArthur(USUK), FrancisxMatthew(Franada), SorenxLucas(Dennor), BerwaldxTino(sufin), AntonioxRomano (Spamano), IvanxYao(rochu), HeraclesxKiku(Giripan), GilbertxElixaveta(Prunhun), LudwigxFeliciano (Gerita) HollandxBelgium, SwitzerlandxLiechtenstien, Hong KongxTaiwan... and I think that's it lol. If I realize I'm forgetting any pairings I'll put them at the top of the next chapter.

Yes it's very sad but more likely then not Roderich will not be paired with anyone. Mostly cause I can't think of anyone to pair him with because everyone he could potentially be with is taken. Oh also, Toris and Felix will be in the series, but there won't be any poliet.

Thank you thank you so much for your reviews/faves/ etc. :3 particularly the one from Torminator, because it amazes me that there are people who think my writing is that good… when it's so amateurish it makes me want to wack my head repeatedly against my keyboard XD

So THANK YOU! For all of your support, especially to those who review every chapter. I always wait to hear what you guy's are going to say ^^

Onward!

O ~ O ~ O

The night was a long one for Alfred Jones, one of the longest of his life if he had to guess. Well maybe besides that one night at sleep away camp. Before they'd gone to bed, the counselors had sat around the campfire telling the group ghost stories. That night, he'd stayed up curled under his covers the whole night armed with a slingshot, three flashlights and a really big rock, hyperventilating until the sun came up. Needless to say, his cabin mates weren't to pleased, and he was sent home the next day.

After the measuring was done, the rest of the day had dragged on arduously, and he spent every second of it avoiding Arthur. Fortunately, it hadn't been to difficult. He Soren and Matthew had gone back upstairs to explore the lounge room that Laura had informed them of, and it actually turned out to be pretty nice, despite it's lack of a T.V. The trio had spent the entire day up in the newly discovered lounge, chatting, DSing and on several occasions, throwing the navy blue pillows of the couch at each other.

A couple times some of the others had come up to check the place out, and hung out with them for a couple minutes before retreating to their rooms (more likely then not, without the person they were rooming with). Kiku and Yao had spent a good bit of time with them. Kiku had showed Alfred his stockpile of DS games, to which Alfred insisted that they play each other for a little while, that turned into over an hour. Elizaveta had come by once (seeing as her room was literally down the hall) and to Alfred's not so surprise, Soren immediately started up a conversation with her. Incredible. He even flirted with girls he didn't think were pretty. After a while, Kiku and Yao departed, claiming that a show they both liked was going to air on the internet soon, and not long after Elizaveta left to her room as well, going on about some book she just HAD to finish. The rest of the day went quietly. He'd snuck down to the kitchen once or twice to look for food, but both times Francis, Gilbert, Antonio and Arthur were sitting in the living room talking and Alfred hadn't been in any sort of mood to deal with Arthur again. Night fell and the three reluctantly said their good nights before retreating into their rooms, after they'd finally managed to locate the hidden bathrooms on the top floor anyway. And of course had a fight over them. Go figure.

He rolled over in his bed and buried his face in his pillow, pulling his sore arms and legs closer to him. Not only were the sheets uncomfortable, but the mattress was hard as a rock, and he ached from head to toe. If he had to wager a guess, he's probably slept about three hours total that night, maybe not even that much. He'd heard Arthur come into the room about ten minutes after he'd finally managed to settle into bed, and he definitely hadn't been quite about it. In fact, it sounded like the young Briton was actually trying to make a crapton of noise. But instead of getting out of the bed and hitting him like he wanted to, Alfred reluctantly grit his teeth and kept quite. He'd already taken his glasses off for the night, and there was no way he could last a second in a fight without them. Heck, he wasn't even sure he could get out of bed without them.

Still, that didn't mean Arthur couldn't do something to him. And with that thought in mind, he turned restlessly for hours on end, imagining what the other boy could, or would do to him if he for some reason woke up. He could dye his hair, or steal his stuff, or any manner of awful things. Thinking back on it, he realized how ridiculous his thoughts had been. Why would the other boy waste his time doing something like that when he could e sleeping?

Uttering a soft groan, he forced himself to onto his elbows and stared tiredly into the pillowcase. IT was going to be a long day. His fingers felt around under the pillow, running over the stiff sheets until they knocked into the case that held his glasses. Forcing himself to sit cross-legged on the bed, he rubbed his eyes of the sleep that had crusted on their corners and with a snap, opened the case and slid the spectacles onto his face. Much better. He cast his cobalt eyes to the other side of the room. Arthur was still sleeping peacefully in his bed, rolled on his back and sheets sprawled in a mess around him. He wore an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of red boxers that Alfred swore had a miniaturized union jack on the side of them.

Alfred slipped slowly out of bed, placing his feet gingerly against the cool wooden floors and wincing. Why was waking up so difficult? Finally fully out of bed, he stretched broadly and let out a loud yawn. Now came the real question. Weather he should wake Arthur up. He glanced over at the sleeping boy again. He didn't really want to chance that. Arthur might punch him unconsciously. Or consciously. Either way it would hurt, and his jaw was still healing from his previous beating. But just as he was about to take another step forward, Arthur stirred suddenly, sitting slowly up in his bed and blinking at him as if he were lost. Blonde hair disheveled in a mess around his head, his emerald green eyes were hazed with sleep and confusion. He furrowed his thick eyebrows, letting out a yawn and rubbing his hand through his hair casually, as if he had forgotten exactly whom it was standing in the room with him. His hand froze; tangled in his blonde locks and his eyes glinted with sudden realization. Now he remembered.

"Morning sleeping beauty." Alfred taunted. HE knew he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help it. Here was the person he disliked more then anyone in the world just waking up and confused, he just had to take advantage of it and bother him a little.

"Shut the bloody hell up." Arthur snapped, clenching the sheets in his hands. "Who gave you the right to say anything, you twat?"

"It's called freedom of speech."

"Yea well hate to break it to you but this isn't America." Arthur replied icily, shoving himself out of his bed. Alfred crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Obviously. My home is a thousand times better then this sorry excuse for a country. I can't believe you people actually controlled us at one point."

"Take that back" Arthur hissed.

"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Alfred questioned coolly. He watched as Arthur took a menacing step forward and open his mouth to rebuke him, but before even a single word could escape, the door opened loudly.

"Ve hey you two! Ludwig's calling a meeting downstairs, so he told me to go around and get everyone up and down to the kitchen!" Feliciano chirped brightly, stumbling over is green plaid pajama bottoms as they pooled around his feet.

Alfred cast a tense glance toward Arthur before turning back to Feliciano and nodding. "Thanks Feli. Erm I can call you that right?" Feliciano nodded enthusiastically and smiled.

"Of course!"

Cool. Hey do you know what time it is? I don't have my phone on..." He stiffened, suddenly remembering something important he had forgotten to do.

"Oh crap! I forgot to call my parents yesterday! They probably think I'm dead or something!" He fretted, dashing over to his bag and rooting through it frantically. Pulling his black mobile out, he flipped it open and groaned. Twenty-five fricking missed calls? His parents probably really did think he was dead! I'd better call them back right away, he reasoned. And then, suddenly something else hit him. Hadn't the chairman said something about no service on cell phones or something? "Shit!" He cursed, checking the bars just to make sure. There was nothing, just like he had told them.

Feliciano was staring at him oddly, while Arthur had turned completely away and was apparently fixated with the wall. I must look really weird huh? He laughed inwardly.

"Ahaa sorry bout that." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. " I just forgot to call my family." From the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw Arthur wince, but he brushed it off. "It's um..." He looked down at the phone, suddenly remembering his reason for needing one.

"What the hell it's 7:30 in the morning!" He cried. "The last time I woke up this early was when I was like, eight."

Arthur snorted and muttered something incoherent that Alfred chose to ignore as he turned his attention back to Feliciano. "Um so should we get dressed or..."

The peppy Italian shook his head. "Nope. Just come down as you are. Ah but I better keep going! Ludwig's going to get really mad if I take any more time! See you guys in a few!" He called, dashing off.

Glancing rigidly at Arthur, he sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. "Well we better get going before Ludwig kicks our Asses. "

"I know that." Arthur replied indignantly, shoving past him. "Why don't you worry about yourself?"

"Who's worried about you?" Alfred muttered sourly under his breath. Fortunately, the Briton didn't seem to hear him, and Arthur turned out the door and out of sight. Alfred shook his head and turned back toward his bed, stepping casually toward the window and peering through the cloth. Still cloudy. Go figure. But at least it didn't appear to be raining any more, so maybe this storm was finally going to clear up.

"Ah Alfred-san good morning."

Alfred shot up with a start, turning in surprise at the familiar voice. "Kiku! Hey, morning. What are you doing on this floor? Did you come down to see Yao?"

Kiku shook his head, tugging nervously at his plain white t-shirt as if he was embarrassed. "No I'm helping Ludwig and Feliciano wake everybody up. I was just going to get Gilbert, it seems Feliciano had some trouble getting him up and he's still sleeping."

"Figures." Alfred yawned while rubbing his aching shoulder blades through his green nightshirt. "Are Matty and Soren already down there?"

"Yes, they're awake already. Almost everyone is now. However we're still missing Gilbert, Romano, Elizaveta, and Lukas. I believe I heard Feliciano trying to get Romano up in the room over, but as for the others I don't know. I assume Gilbert went back to sleep, and we weren't even able to get Lukas to stir the first time. As for Elizaveta..." He trailed off. "Um well she is a lady and we're a little worried about bursting in on her in a y-you know, state of u-undress." He mumbled, blushing profusely. "Actually it is a little uncomfortable, everyone running around in their pajamas. I suggested to Ludwig that we dress first but he seemed to think it was ok to be seen in such little clothing..."

Alfred blinked in confusion. "Well yea of course it's ok, I mean we're all guys here, well except for Elizabeta but you know..." He laughed. "People are pretty lax about the amount of clothing you're wearing the west. As long as you have some sort of pants on usually it's ok. Well I guess it does depend where you are but still...Is it different in Japan?"

Kiku nodded, shifting side to side on his feet. "Yes, in my country we're a little less open then western cultures. Ah not to say there's anything wrong with the way you do things!" he insisted. "It is just different. It will take some getting used to I think."

"You'll be fine." Alfred laughed, walking over and patting the small Japanese boy on the back. "Just don't let it get to you."

Kiku gave him a small smile and nodded. "Yes perhaps you are right. I think we should..."

"Brother come on!" Feliciano pleading voice echoed through the hall, cutting him off.

"Fuck no!"

Alfred and Kiku tossed each other a look and dashed out the door to check on the wailing Italian. Sounds like Feliciano really is trying to wake Romano up. Alfred thought as he rounded the corner of the door behind Kiku. The door directly to their right lay ajar, revealing near tears Feliciano and a woefully ticked off Romano. The darker haired Italian was spread out on the floor on his stomach in nothing but his boxers, fervently resisting his brother yanks and tugs on his arm toward the door.

"Roma please!" Feliciano begged. "Ludwig's going to be mad at me if I don't wake everyone up! I don't want him to be mad at me brother, he's scary!"

"If he get's mad at you I'll skin him." Romano snapped into the floorboard. "Now go away I want to go back to sleep!"

"Ve Come on you're already up! Besides Ludwig is bigger then you there's no way you'd beat him brother!"

"The hell did you say?" Romano yelled, yanking his arm out of his brother's grip. "I could wipe the floor with that potato bastard! Why are you picking him over me Feliciano, I'm your fricking brother!"

"Cause I don't want you to get hurt!" Feliciano sobbed falling to his knees and hugging the auburn haired boy tightly. Romano mumbled some sort of protest into Feliciano's abdomen and heaved out a sigh before sitting up on his knees and returning his brothers fierce hug.

"Fine. If I come downstairs will it make you happy? So I don't get hurt?"

Feliciano nodded into Romano's shoulder and muttered something incoherent that Romano was obviously able to make out.

"What do you mean 'mostly cause I don't wanna get hurt'?" Romano fumed, shoving his brother away from him. "Geeze I love you too!"

"Ve but it's true! I don't want either of us to get hurt! So Roma will you go downstairs?"

"Yea yea whatever." He bit out, pushing himself roughly to his feet. Alfred suddenly felt the urge to move out of the doorway at the fear of being bulldozed by the cranky Italian. Golden amber brown eyes locked with his own and filled suddenly with quiet alarm. That didn't stay so quiet.

"When the hell did you two get here?"

Feliciano, no longer in a sniffling heap on the floor, grinned brightly at them, placing his hand on his brother's shoulder as if to hold him back. "Ve Hey Kiku! Hey Alfred! Did you manage to wake Gilbert up yet?"

"To be honest we've been here watching you two the whole time." Alfred chuckled. "Good job getting him up Feli, that was quite a show. You two should be actors or something."

"Fuck you." Romano snarled. Feliciano shook his head, but released his hold on his brother's shoulder at the realization that he wasn't going to charge them.

"I guess we should probably get him up huh?" Alfred reasoned. "Hey Kiku why don't we let Feli deal with Lukas, and we'll take care of Gilbert?" He turned to find the small boy fidgeting awkwardly and staring down at the ground, cheeks flushed red.

"Dude what's wrong? You got a fever or something?" Alfred asked with genuine concern.

Kiku shook his head, eyes still staring pointedly at the floor. "A-h no It is just, um well R-Romano would you mind p-p-putting more clothes on? It's shameful to be walking around like that..."

"Huh?" Romano cut in loudly. "Sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you."

"I'm sorry please forget what I just said!" Kiku squeaked. With a quick bow, he spun on his heels and disappeared down the stairs.

"What's his problem?" Romano muttered, rubbing his bare chest. "I really couldn't here him. He should speak up more."

"I hope he'll be ok." Alfred sighed. "I'm worried you may have mentally scarred him Romano."

"Da hell did I do?"

"Well that aside." Alfred cut in, stopping Romano's tirade. "I guess since Kiku's gone AWOL I'll deal with Gilbert. That is if you two get Lukas. Actually Romano you should probably go downstairs and check up with everyone."

"Don't order me around." Romano huffed, storming past him. Alfred worried for a minute he was going to start arguing, but the chestnut haired brunette simply started down the stairs, muttering to himself as he went.

"Well that was exhausting." Alfred sighed once he was out of earshot. "Alright Feli you go that way and I'll see what I can do about Gilbert. Although to be honest I really think Ludwig should be dealing with his own brother..."

Feliciano nodded enthusiastically, giving him a playful salute. "Yes sir! I'm on it. Don't worry I'll get him up no matter what!" With a final nod, the flamboyant Italian took off down the hall in search of Lukas's room.

"Well here goes nothing." He muttered, grasping the door handle. Slowly he pushed the door open, and was revealed a scene that furthered his suspicion of the extreme difference in the two bunk mate's personalities. Roderich's side of the room was neat and tidy; bed made, clothes already put away and bag folded crisply next to his dresser. It looked exactly as Alfred's room had when he'd first seen it. Untouched and uninhabited. Gilberts side on the other hand, was already littered with clothes and junk. A soda can rested on the floor next to his bed; a stack of magazine spread out around it, and his sheets a tangled mess around him. The German in question was sleeping soundly, buried beneath the covers and snoring loudly. "I'm digging my own grave aren't I?" He groaned miserably. Shaking his head, he stepped hesitantly toward the silver haired albino's bed wondering just how he was going to go about waking him up.

"Gilbert you gotta get up." He mumbled half heartedly, shaking him gently. "Come on you're brother's going to grind my bones to make his bread or something like that if we don't get you up."

Gilbert groaned into his pillow swinging his hand at Alfred dismissively. "Fugoff." He mumbled drowsily.

"Seriously Gilbert you're gonna be the last one up. Get out of bed." Alfred told him, more firmly this time. "Come on!" The German only turned away and buried himself deeper under his covers.

"Guess I've got no choice. As a hero, it is my duty to accomplish my mission by any means possible!" He proclaimed. He winced inwardly at the thought of what she as going to do to him if she found out what he'd done. Elizaveta would probably kick his ass. I'm really sorry! He thought, hoping his thoughts would reach her some how. I'll make up for it I promise!

"Hey Gilbert." He said casually. "I actually lied to you. You're not the last one still sleeping. Actually the last one still in bed is Elizaveta." Gilbert shifted slightly under the sheets, turning a little back towards him. "But no one wants to go in to wake her up, and we just can't think of anyway to get her out of bed. At this rate she'll never wake up! She'll sleep all day, peacefully while the rest of us are up 7:30 in the morning and working our butts off. It just doesn't seem fair huh?"

"Damn right it's not!" Gilbert yelled suddenly, springing up from bed. "Alright I'll get up but only if I get to help you wake her!"

"Sure whatever you want." Alfred replied, forcing a half smile on to his face. Oh great.

"Sweet!" Gilbert cried. "I'm gonna go get a bucket! Do you know where the hell those are? Ahh screw it." He said, snatching up the empty coke can off the floor. "This will work just as good. Plus the water might be sticky."

Alfred was overcome with an overwhelming sense of dread at the realization of what the German boy was planning to do. "Um are you sure that's such a good-"

"See ya! Her rooms top floor right? Man this is gonna be sick!" He laughed, ignoring Alfred's protests. Before Alfred could get another word in, he was out the door and dashing down the hall.

"Crap! She's going to kill him! Or me! Ahhhhh and I don't want her to get all wet either, that's not very hero like at all putting the lady in danger! Shit!" He swore, sprinting out the door after him. Maybe I can convince him otherwise somehow? He's probably still filling the can right now; I should be able to catch him! Damn it I really should listen more when Matty tells me to think before I speak! He dashed down the flight of stairs that led to their hall and on to the middle platform that connected to the other one, spinning himself around the corner and pelting up the longer stair well. All right almost there! I'm totally going to make it! He thought, relief pooling in his gut. That was until he heard an ear-piercing shriek.

Oh shit.

"You bastard! You narcissist! You... you... YOU!" Crash. That did not sound good, he reasoned. Shaking himself from his stupor he pushed himself up the remaining stairs and rounded the corner, tripping over his feet as he went an catching the wall to steady him self. What in god's name had happened? Where were they?

"Fuck!" The voice was Gilbert's, resonating from inside Elizaveta's room. He didn't even make it out of the room before she pummeled him did he. Alfred thought wearily, jogging toward the room.

"Gilbert! Gilbert hey guys what's going on? Are you two o-" He stopped short as he stepped in front of the open doorway and stared into the room.

"Don't just stand there you moron." Gilbert snarled, tugging at his hand viciously. "Shit I can't get my hand out!"

"Oh like that's my fault!" Elizaveta hissed, shoving him as best she could. "Alfred could you lend us a hand here?" She asked, turning her attention to him.

He couldn't help it. He knew he shouldn't, this wasn't good at all. They would probably rip each other to shreds later and more fighting was exactly what they didn't need. But in spite of himself, he allowed the corners of his mouth to twitch slowly upward and let out the smallest snort of amusement. Which turned into a chuckle. And then a giggle, and soon he was leaning against the doorframe with one arm, clutching his sore stomach with the other in absolute hysterics.

"I... can't," giggle, "believe... you ...two," snort, "got... stuck... like... that!" he howled, doubling over in laughter. "That's like something out of a book! Oh my god hold on I'm going to get a picture of this!"

"You bastard this is not a laughing matter! Get me the fuck out of this!" Gilbert spat viciously.

"I know I know!" Alfred gasped, desperately trying to bite back his laughter. "It's just... to funny!"

"Alfred! Please!" Elizaveta pleaded.

"Sorry sorry!" He laughed, pushing his glasses up and rubbing the tears from his eyes. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have laughed-"

"And just what's so amusing?" A voice cut in. Alfred's amusement suddenly vanished, swept away by the icy chill of the all to familiar voice.

"Nothing, nothing." He muttered, trying desperately not to snap at the other boy. "There was just... and incident. I've got it handled."

"Clearly." Arthur snorted, walking down the hall towards him. "We heard yelling and a crash from downstairs."

"So the sent you?" Alfred snorted. "Oh yea big help you'll be."

"Because you're clearly doing so much."

"If you're so helpful," He ground out, "Why don't you help them instead of standing here arguing with me?"

Arthur's eyes flashed dangerously, but the other boy turned away and into the room to aid the struggling pair.

"So, what exactly happened here?" Alfred asked, stepping up beside them and dropping to his knees to aid Arthur in untangling them.

"I was sleeping! And then all of a sudden I feel all cold and wet and I wake up to see this idiot pouring water on me! So I..."

"So she tried to stand up on her bed, but she was so damn tangled in her sheets that she sort of stumbled as she stood and she grabbed the curtain rod for support and brought the whole thing down." Prussia cut in hotly. " And then this and that happened and some how we're tangled in her sheets and this damn curtain! And I can't fucking get out!"

"It's your fault!" Elizaveta snapped. "If you hadn't poured water on my head and woken me up we wouldn't be in this mess now would we?"

"And if you hadn't freaked out we wouldn't be in this mess either!"

"And if you-"

"Quiet!" Arthur intervened sharply. "Elizaveta move your right arm a little so I can pull the sheet

Out from around it. Gilbert you push yourself off the ground a little so we can get the curtain to loosen a little. And you," He snapped, turning his attention to Alfred. "Don't just sit there being useless! Give me a hand you git."

Alfred bit back an indignant retort, and realized he was right. He was majorly failing in his hero duties lately.

"Watch your arm there."

"Can you roll a little that way?"

"Nice we got the rod out!"

"Can you pull your leg out now?"

"Just pull your hand out from there."

"There you go, can you slip out now?"

"Alright I think it's loose enough for you to pull it off. Watch your head."

Finally, after several minutes of untangling and pulling, the two hostages were free, breaking from their linen chains and retreating to opposite ends of the room as if they'd been stuck together for days.

"Elizaveta you ok?" Alfred asked, approaching the shorthaired girl and placing a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, smiling gently at him.

"Yea I'm ok. I'm sorry you both had to help. Net time I'll deal wit it myself. I just didn't know I was so tangled..."

"Hey I'm always here to help." He grinned. "That's what hero's are for, right?"

She blinked oddly at him before breaking out into a light laugh. "You're right. Thank you for your help Alfred. And you too Arthur." She said, turning over to the green-eyed boy.

"Whatever." Gilbert muttered, storming out of the room. She shook her head, tugging her hair out of its short ponytail as she did so.

"He's ridiculous. Completely impossible. I don't think I'll ever get along with him."

"I know the feeling." He and Arthur answered in unison. They shot each other a glare but quickly diverted their yes elsewhere. Elizaveta laughed suddenly, surprising Alfred.

"Hey what's so funny?" He asked curiously.

"You two." She giggled.

"I fail to see what is amusing about loathing someone..." Arthur drawled out, irritation present in his tone.

"No no it's not that. It's just..." she laughed again, covering her mouth as if to suppress it. "Never mind forget I said anything." She said, still giggling.

What the heck is she going on about? Alfred wondered worriedly. What was so funny? Was he missing some kind of joke? "Um anyway, I'm sorry about Gilbert." Alfred muttered. "Um but actually you did have to wake up. Ludwig's...calling a meeting! Crap!" He swore. "He's probably fuming! Come on let's go!" He cried, tugging at the gray t-shirt she was wearing.

"Wait Ludwig's called a meeting?" She squeaked from behind him. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"We did! That's what Gilbert was supposed to be doing."

"Well couldn't you have sent someone else up?"

"Sorry! I couldn't think of any other way to wake you, and no one wanted to go in to get you up because you know you're a girl and we weren't sure about what you wore to bed."

"Wait YOU sent him to wake me up?"

"Um, yes?"

"Alfred!"

"It had to be done." He reasoned, still pulling her along. "I figured he'd be so intent on waking you up that he wouldn't notice or care if you were half na-"

He flinched at the sudden force against the back of his skull, letting out a yelp of surprise that cut him off mid sentence. "Owwww Elizaveta that huurt!" He whined, turning to face her and rubbing the back of his head sourly.

"That's what you get." She muttered, sticking out her tongue.

"If you two are finished." Arthur said suddenly from behind them. "Let's GO."

O ~ O ~ O

Well Ludwig was annoyed, but not furious thanks to Gilbert's surprising intervention and explanation of the situation. Feliciano had somehow managed to get Lukas out of bed (although weather he was actually awake was still debatable) and at eight in the morning, the entire 18-person house had been gathered downstairs in the living room for some sort of meeting. What exactly they were discussing, none of them had any idea.

"I have called you all here this morning, because there are matters that must be addressed immediately for anything to work around here." Ludwig began. "To begin with is the issue of food. We're going to need people to cook, as well as go get food whenever we're running low. We're also going to need to start designing and building our emblem, because we're running out of time."

"Sure but who's going to want to cook?" Siren asked. "On top of that, building something takes a certain amount of skill, particularly if it might be something intricate. How are we going to manage that? And in what, a day?"

"What if everyone takes turns cooking?" Tino suggested. "That way it's fair."

"That won't work." Francis cut in. "One person cooking for all of us? Besides I'm sure there are at least some of us here who can't even make toast."

"Well then how do we decide who does the cooking?" Yao inquired.

"Well who here thinks their good at cooking?" Ludwig asked. More then several hands shot up in the air. In fact, it looked as if the whole room thought they were excellent cooks.

"You can't cook. Trust me I've tasted that crap you call food it's disgusting." Francis jaded, turning to Arthur.

"Oh and I'm sure snails are sooo much better." Arthur spat back.

"Oh like you know how to cook." Gilbert hissed at Roderich.

"I'm Austrian. We can do everything well."

Soon, the whole room was a mess of arguing and shouting. It didn't really surprise him to be honest. Forgetting the fact that a good lot of them butted heads anyway, they all originated from such different cultures that what he thought tasted amazing might not be so great in someone else's mouth. Though he couldn't fathom anyone thinking hamburgers were disgusting. They all had such different likes and dislikes; they were going to have to find a medium somehow. Gathering up his breath, he stood from his seat and laid his hands flat against the tale. Any one else would have thought he was just being forceful. In reality, he didn't want to fall over.

"Guys!" He yelled out over the bickering, clenching his fingers in a ball on the wood. The room didn't grow quiet immediately like it had with Ludwig, but after a moment, the yelling died down, and all eyes were fixed on him.

"Ok look. Let's go with the idea that all of you are incredible cooks. That still doesn't change the fact that we're all going to want to eat different things. We need to find a medium. A style of cooking that all of us will eat, as well as someone who can cook all different kinds of food. I think four is enough people to do the cooking, and it will give us a broad range of food without delving to far into things that some of us might not like, as well as offering more selection."

"That's all well and good." Ludwig spoke up, "But then which of us will cook? How do we decide that?"

He swallowed hard, taking a deep breath in and closing his eyes. "I'll pick."

"What!" Arthur cried furiously. "Who gave you the right to decide things like that? You're not our leader!"

"You're right." He agreed, willing himself not bit his own tongue off for saying it. "I don't have any right to decide. But how else will we? The longer we sit around here arguing about it, the less get's done. And I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starving, and I don't plan on going more then a day without food." He was met with a murmur of agreement throughout, all except Arthur who was still glaring defiantly at him. Still, even the bushy eyed brit offered no words of protest.

"Alright then." He nodded. "Can I see a show of hands again?" Slowly, a few hands slid up into the air, although not nearly as many as before. He glanced over the crowd at those with arms still raised.

"Ok. So I've decided on four of you. No complaining if you don't get picked." He called. "Antonio, Feliciano, Yao, and Francis you four will be in charge of cooking."

"What about me?" Romano protested. "I'm just as good a cook as my brother!"

"I believe you Romano." He began, choosing his words cautiously. "But remember we still need someone to get the food, and I can't think of anyone better to do it then you."

"Oh yea and why's that?" He grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Because you're a good cook." He laughed. "And good cooks know good ingredients and how to make good food. Those four are going to need good stuff to work with and someone who knows what will be going into the foods they're making without having to tell them."

Cheeks tinged scarlet, Romano let out a hesitant nod and sunk back into his chair. "Yea, alright I'll do it." Score! Alfred cheered inwardly, grinning broadly on the outside at the chestnut haired Italian.

"Perfect. Now we just need someone to work on the emblem. Also, I think it would be a good idea to walk around outside and take a look at the other cabins and how they designed theirs. Of course we need a name to but that can come with it. And we're going to need material to build the thing out of. Any ideas?"

"Wood wo'ul b' gr'at." Berwald offered. "T'ere's pl'nty of it ar'nd h're. Of co'rse we're miss'ng tool's to b'ild with but I'm s're we can man'ge."

"Good idea." Alfred agreed. "We're going to need some people to go gather that. But first we should probably assemble a team to check out the other cabins. Of course the person who's drawing the design would go with that group so we need to decide that first." He snapped his fingers suddenly, an idea springing to his head. "Hey Kiku why don't you draw it?"

"M-m-me?" HE stammered, eyes growing wide. "But I don't think-"

"Come on please?" He begged. "Those drawings you showed us yesterday in your sketchbook were amazing! I can't think of anyone better for the job."

"They really were great." Soren piped up.

"Yea you should draw it!" Matthew insisted. "Your artwork is beautiful."

"I agree." Elizaveta put in. "I think you'd do wonderfully Kiku."

"It seems we've reached an agreement." Ludwig mused. "Kiku will you draw the emblem for us?"

Slowly, the sky Japanese boy nodded, fiddling nervously with his hands. "Yes of course if you all want me too I will. I'm very sorry if I can't meet any of your expectations!"

"You'll be fine. And I'll help you in any way I can." Alfred turned with a start toward Arthur, wondering if he'd heard him correctly. Since when were Arthur and Kiku friends? Kiku smiled pleasantly at Arthur, relief pooling in his eyes.

"Thank you very much for your support. All of you," He breathed. Alfred held back a frown. He said everyone, but why was he only looking at Arthur?

"Anyway, now that that's sorted out." He started, pushing all thought to the back of his mind. "We would split into groups. Francis, Antonio, Yao, Feli and Romano, you all should probably start planning out meals for the week. And umm if you don't mind..." He clutched his growling stomach in embarrassment. "Can you guys figure out what there is to eat for breakfast?"

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A/N:Horray for odd cut off's! *is shot* Sorry this took so long... again... XP It's been as usual a busy week, especially since school is coming to a close. Once it's summer vacation I should be able to get chapters out much more quickly lol. I can't believe the amount of reviews I've gotten! Seriously you people are amazing and I will never be able to stress it enough how important your reviews are to me ^^