It was a cold, stormy day in the vast wasteland of England (not that it wasn't normal), when suddenly, zombie Pikachus sprouted from the earth like tiny hideous grey-green flowers, shouting "PikaBRAINS!" Millions of these creatures pulled themselves from the ground and as one successfully reached the air, the Titanic theme started playing as it ran at another zombie Pikachu, which was also running. They embraced on contact as everyone else watched disapprovingly with crossed arms.

The taller Zombiechu held the other's face and whispered in Pokémon language, "I wish I had a hotdog" before what appeared to be the leader with a half human, half Zombiechu body slid over with a oboe in hand, from which he shot Bled lasers; that impaled the two in their brains located in their mouth.

"All hail the king!" The others chorused as the two fell dead.

The leader spun around once, headbanged, and said,

"Thank ya, thank ya very much."

They then had a tea party on the corpses of their fallen allies.

A few feet away, England watched the whole ordeal with vague interest before he jumped into the sea, muttering something about taxidermy and candles.

On an island somewhere else, Japan was about to commit honourable seppuku for eating a carrot cookie when suddenly the tissue box started ringing loudly and incessantly. Japan stopped what he was doing and rushed to the side of his glass cage and stared at the 'phone' with 'Kawaii Desu' eyes.

England, who randomly appeared, stopped licking his tongue and Flying Mint Bunny swam up onto the rock in its tank with a confused glance at the tissue box.

"The phone; the phone is ringing," Japan sang, making an opening in the glass easily with his heat vision as he strode purposefully toward the ringing tissue box.

"The phone, we'll be right there!" England continued, flying out of his own cage with refurbished yellow wings.

"There's an animal in trouble!" exclaimed Flying Mint Bunny, slamming its head into the side of its tank multiple times before it finally gave way and poured it out on the floor along with all the water. Once on the floor, it began to have some sort of fit like a fish out of water as it bled from his head which was cut open by the glass from the tank. The other two ignored its convulsions and continued the song, which was obviously way more important than a retarded rabbit thing having a seizure on the floor because it believed it had gills, which didn't really make sense in the first place considering it was supposed to be the turtle of the group.

"There's an animal in trouble! There's an animal in trouble somewhere," the two nations finished.

Japan took a tissue from the ringing box and blew his nose with it.

"Poseidon, what's the sitch?" he inquired seriously into the air.

"Pochi-kun is being molested by a zombie Pikachu reincarnation of Elvis Presley," answered Poseidon from his flame bath in the Underworld as Hades squeezed a rubber duck. "Oooh, that's the stuff, Hades."

England ignored the half-moaned statement, and said "This is sewious."

Japan glanced at him curiously, "When did you acquire a lisp?"

"If you can be desu, so can I."

The two glared at each other as the desu sparkles over their heads duked it out, causing massive organ defilation and almost wiping out the entire race of desu sparkles altogether. There were numerous casualties on both sides, and the leader of England's Knights Who Say Ni made one last stand, one desperate attempt to end this horribru war. He could go back to his family around David Bowie's head because we all know how desu he is. His attack was in vain, however, as his limbs fell to the ground, he only wished to eat a hot dog one last time before he closed his eyes for good.

Meanwhile, down below, Japan broke the desudesu code of vuvuzela and started talking about Twilight.

The desu sparkles above him shattered with a blood-curdling scream, and the leader of the Knights Who Say Ni cracked open an eye and thanked the real stars above as he began to slowly limp back to his family.

"Yes, well," Japan said softly as the moaning continued on the other line, "They're not desu sparkles."

Above them, they heard a faint high-pitched squeal before what sounded like glass breaking.

"Speaking of glass breaking," said England, completely ignoring the fact that the author didn't put any quotes around the previous statement, "Flying Mint Bunny's fourth wall on its tank seems to have broken. Along with its face. Should we do anything?"

"It'll be fine," responded Japan, not even looking at the rabbit, which was now foaming at the mouth. "Now, Poseidon, where can I find Pochi-kun so I may take advantage of him in his vulnerable state and slowly rip him apart while he's screaming for mercy!"

Japan blinked as he realized what he'd just said out loud.

"Pancakes," said England.

"Athens," Poseidon responded, and proceeded to hang up the phone.

England and Japan then beamed themselves to Athens, where they saved Pochi-kun, then went back home to play a style of Monopoly in bed. The end. The author is too lazy to describe what happened.