Well, I think a lot of people are liking the change of events so far. Canada has taken the fall so far. So for some humor, in this story the beginning is pretty much what happened to my friend Tanglepelt (Who goes to the same college as me) and had some issues with a roommate and that's where the squabble between America and England happens.

China traumatized by what just occurred, he ran to find America right away. As soon as he got there, he saw America and England bickering over the smallest and minute task.

"I can't believe it you git! How can you not be so considerate about garbage duty?" England angrily clenched his fist and was more than ready to give America a roundhouse or two.

"I would have taken care of it, but there has been a lot action going on. Everyone else needed my help so I'm sorry." The American presumed to eat a burger and ignored England's comments.

"Hey fat-ass, you agreed to that responsibility. A good majority of the garbage is yours. Even if I'm not there, you could have the consideration to take it out before the bugs start festering in it."

Of course, America still continued to eat the burger and talked while he ate. "Dude, don't be silly. It's not that bad really."

England was ready to pitch a wobbly, but wanted to keep his cool in front of the others. "But those damn bugs are really getting on my nerves. Quit gorging on the burgers and maybe the bugs will stop coming!"

Finally when he finished the burger, he let out a loud burp and threw away the wrapper onto the floor without any regard. "Whatevski."

England and America strangled each other as usual, France stepped in to break up the fight by grabbing their hands. "Are you two done relieving sexual tensions yet? We are in the middle of a war."

After England was strangled for a little bit, he tried to think about France's comment from the lack of oxygen. "Huh, France made an actual valid point. Plus, I need to get my arse in gear to prepare my black magic."

France ran up and flopped his body over England's and begged, in his own ways, pervertedly. "Arthur, will you please be careful? Remember, we are going to get married after all is said and done."

England was disgusted that this was the second time France wanted something along the lines of marriage. "Francis, don't try this silly rubbish on me again. It didn't work once, so don't even try me again."

Usually, most of the other nations would find this kind of relationship funny, but it appeared that France was dead serious about it this time. France wanted to show his affection towards England, but once again was denied and shoved away. "Come on, please? To make me happy, we always have fun together doing silly things like this."

The German man groaned, clenched his teeth and fists, and yelled with complete wrath. "Enough tomfoolery! Don't you France understand the severity of the situation? My brother is out on a killing rampage and you only care about if England loves you?"

The tension was tight in the air as one nation was willing to step forward and set everyone's mood straight. Japan was, indeed, the only one who stepped forward. "Guys, lets just calm down and everything will be all right. We will come up with a solution to save your brother Germany from complete utter destruction."

Even though Japan can sometimes sense the mood, his comment made Germany even more upset. "Is that supposed to make me feel any better? Don't tell me to calm down."

It was very true, a man to tell another man to calm down never works. Japan and Germany had a stare off, Germany was ready to throw a right hook at Japan, and then Italy bursted in with a pot full of spaghetti and his big adorable smile. "Come on guys. Let's take it down a notch and enjoy some pasta."

Germany stood off to the side with his hands against his thighs. He pondered to himself about his poor decisions in front of everybody. I guess Japan has a valid point. Tensions are high enough already. I need to be calm and then we can press forward. No more rage at this point.

China didn't even get a chance to utter what happened to Canada because of the situation beforehand. So, relentlessly, the guys ate their dinner. While they ate, France was still a bit upset by Germany's remark. "I need to take a breather. I'll be outside having a glass of wine. If you need me, just yell out my name."

Japan tried to interject his opinion on safety but then France responded calmly. "Don't worry I'll have my gun, a MAS 1873 revolver, a gorgeous piece of work. And a flashlight."

The two nodded at each other and France presumed to walk around the warehouse. Japan wanted to make sure that France still understood the dangers that were near. "That's fine, but be careful."

The air was nice and cool, allowing France a good portion of his time to rethink his priorities and opinions on the current situation. Maybe I should take Germany's advice. I was only trying to humor the situation. I guess that was inappropriate.

A burst of wind rushed through the air and it got colder. It got a little darker too. He used his flashlight, tried to find the creature that made the wind move. "Prussia are you there? Please, monsieur, you must stop now. We have been friends for sometime. Why are you acting like this?"

Prussia sneaked up on France and slashed him on the forearm with an old fashioned dagger. Before then, France was going to shoot him, but Prussia easily dodged the bullets. Prussia took France's arm and twisted it into an uncomfortable position behind his head that forced France to drop the gun.

"It's been some time my dear old friend. How's your love life going? Let me guess shitty as usual." He breathed heavily on France's neck and talked to him sinisterly.

France tried with all of his might to move, but it didn't work. "I don't care about love, the only thing about love to me is to screw with other people just for fun."

His grip became even tighter and offered a proposition that he knew France shouldn't refuse. "What would it feel like if you could truly love somebody? Not worry if they don't love you back. I can make that possible. Whoever you want to fall in love with, I will make that happen."

France gasped for a second and reconsidered that option. "Sure, it would be nice, however, in order for me to love again I must save you first. For Germany's sake."

Prussia slapped France in the face. "How dare you bring my brother into this conversation!"

While he held his hand, he twisted it around in front of France's face and France still couldn't move an inch. In addition, Prussia stepped quite hard on France's foot with heavy-duty black military combat boots.

Then he lurched his arm into France's heart and chanted another spell. "France, the first time you fall in love will be with me. I know how much that would make you happy and pleased." This spell caused France to emit a dark blue aura and he slumped over a little.

Germany heard all the commotion and everyone else came. Japan looked at Prussia as serious as ever and made a quick glance at France's position. "Please stop now." Germany had a sniper rifle in hand ready to shoot at Prussia.

All of a sudden France snatched Sealand and moved away from them for about fifteen feet. England ran, just about a meter away from France and Sealand. "France what the hell's wrong with you?"

A familiar laugh entered the room, but this was not the laugh that everybody knew. "Ohonhonhon, Now I will get the attention and desire I deserve."

"Let go of me you creep!" Sealand was quite frightened.

England ran up to sucker punch France in the stomach. "Francis, I will save you, trust me, I just need some bargain time." France released his grip on Sealand.

Canada emerged from the shadows and didn't utter a single word. America, Cuba, and England frowned in despair. America was the only one who muttered anything while England had his hands on Sealand's shoulders to protect him. "Ah dude, what's wrong with you?"

Cuba walked in front of the main crowd in order to catch Canada's attention and attempted to break the spell hovering Canada. "Canada can you hear me?"

Unfortunately, Canada and France joined Prussia as the three headed towards the shadows that dominated the warehouse. A combination of black and purple colors that could allow a raven to blend in easily. Prussia looked once over to make sure that the other nations didn't get any funny ideas for a rebellion. "Don't you dare and try to test me. You understand? If you wish to rebel, then you can rebel to your death."

I'm a freak when it comes to weaponry and all the cool war stuff. Beforehand, I did some research on some weaponry from early to modern warfare for a lot of the characters. If any of you would like to know what kinds of weapons I mention in my chapters, just Google it and quite frankly they are extremely gorgeous and unique.

Now then, as far as Arthur calling France as Francis, I think that kind of formal talking occur would happen when the mood is really intimate and someone's love for another is shown.

Pitch a wobbly (From Enlgand of course) means to throw a fit.

Anyhow, let me know what you think of this chapter and R&R! ^_^