It was a normal day for Japan.

Here he was, sitting on the couch, doing exactly what he wanted to do; absolutely nothing except sit in front of mind-numbing hours of Ghost Hunters re-runs on the Sci-fi channel.

Absentmindedly popping kernels of popcorn into his mouth, the murderer of whales dipped his neatly manicured hand down into the transparent blue bowl, expecting to scoop up another handful of the salty treat, only to be met with a perplexing situation.

Japan peered down into the bowl.

"OMG."

Cue a dripping wet blundering blue fish-man—who was still half naked from his routine dip in the small koi pond out back—rushing in on the screaming nation, spouting out his own nonsense such as, "NIHON-SAN, NIHON-SAN! WHAT IS IT? ARE WE UNDER ATTACK? OH MY GOD WE ARE! DANG I'M NOT EVEN DRESSED!" Don't ask me how he pronounced that last part; it is a mystery to all.

Japan sniffled and ceased screaming his lungs out and flapping his arms like some strange homicidal bird and squeaked—very out of character, mind you—,"The ...the popcorn…"

A recently appeared Prussia looked at Japan weirdly for a second before asking, "What about the popcorn…?"

"The popcorn! Its…it's… GONE!" And with that, Japan promptly burst into tears for the loss of his beloved popcorn, not even considering the fact that he was the one who consumed the salty movie-going food item.

"What."

It wasn't a question; more like a general statement Prussia's mouth spouted out due to absurdity of the whole situation and how Japan was acting compared to his usual stoic face/calm/blue raspberry Sno-cone façade. The nation in question was silently angsting over his lost snack, but Prussia promptly put on a shirt (HOLY SAINT HIMARUYA HE DIDN'T TAKE AFTER FRANCE THANK GOD.) and dragged his partner to the car to drive a place of whimsy and wonder.

THE MINI-MART.

And so they drove.

The car ride was uneventful; not considering the broken stop sign, the little old lady they almost run over, the red lights run, and the full blown car chase with the police (which, ironically, were America zombies. I mean, they have to have somebody run the Police Corps around here…).

Maybe it wasn't such a hot idea to have an albino with bad eyesight drive the car to the local mini-mart down the street.

The now annihilated vehicle was rolling to a halt, and the engine gave a large sputter before a large explosion took place under the hood and a large jolt shook the car. Copious amounts of foul smelling smoke were subsequently spilling out from under the hood of Germany's precious red Porsche. Prussia sighed, and beat his white, spiky-haired head against the dashboard a couple times before looking outside the window as to see as where they had stopped.

Coincidentally, they had coasted to a standstill right into a parking space in front of the aforementioned mini-mart. The car jolted violently a few more times, and Prussia took the initiative to grab Japan and leap from out of the car, rolling across the parking lot and somehow dodging all the moving vehicles that were seeking sojourn. Not soon after that, the car went up like an atom bomb, making a mini-mushroom cloud and everything that occurs during a large explosion: Shrapnel was flying everywhere, people were ducking for cover in those little shopping carts, children were…I can't even begin to describe, but from the looks of it, it was fricking INTENSE. From a safe distance away, it would've looked like the Russians were back to bomb the Americans.

It didn't look like they were going to be driving any time soon.

Japan, who had taken refuge under a tank-like hummer with Prussia and inspecting a pipe leaking an atomic green-coloured fluid through the whole ordeal, suddenly snapped his head to the scene and cried, "Do it again, I wasn't looking!"

Prussia hammered his head, once again, on the rather hard pavement.

After that incident was over and done with, Japan and Prussia made their way through the mangled vehicles and bodies and shopping carts until they came upon the pristinely unscathed mini-mart which was snugly placed between two unnamed businesses that had been destroyed in the huge car explosion. Japan looked upon it with awe, forgoing his apparent blindness and crying, "Its soooo big!"

Prussia just sighed, "Japan, it's just a mini-mart."

"Yeah, well… your mom."

"My mother was a goldfish. She forgot about me in literally three seconds."

"Oh, well, shut up."

And so the two criminally insane nations trekked inside.

Prussia turned to his friend, shopping cart magically appearing out of thin air. "Okay!" The blue fish man appeared; it was a habit he was certainly developing today. Prussia threw the blue fish man through the fourth wall and said "Japan, I'm going to go look for some bread, seeming as we are out. I want you to stay here, and not get lost. Understand me?"

"Pfft. Like I can get lost," Japan scoffed.

"Okay…."

-45 ½ seconds later….-

"! OHMYGODIMLOST!"

And with that, Japan took to panicking and running in a random direction, coincidentally running past a certain mentally insane fangirl container….

MEANWHILE…

The author was having a nice outing with her good friend Elsa, whom apparently isn't in Norway at this moment, taking no heed of the screaming Japanese criminal that had just dashed past her. Oh yes, it was perfectly uneventful. That is, until she found the candy stand.

The author's usually emotionless eyes widened considerably and her mouth started salivating even more than she would have if she met Tom Hiddleston in person. If gravity wasn't in effect, she would've skyrocketed and disappeared into the atmosphere.

"Elsa, can I have some candy?"

Elsa sighed and with a resigned expression stated, "No, author, too expensive."

The author's eyebrows furrowed and with the remnants of her homicidal maniac-ness, went and did a particularly nasty "DESERT COFFIN!" on the poor woman.

Man, the janitors are going to have a hard time trying to mop up all that blood.

The author then took a bag and started filling it with gummies—her favourites. She didn't even see the shiny metal shopping cart that was hurtling towards her with frightening speed and eventually ploughed into her, sending her flying into the makeup section, leaving a certain albino spurting unawesome giggles from his unawesome form….

MEANWHILE MEANWHILE….

"LOL! Take that! That's what you get for Desert Coffining my arm, yeah!" Elsa cackled maniacally as she turned to the video game display, "Luckily Prussia made me a new one—OMG THEY HAVE SILENT HILL! MUST GET, yeah!"

Elsa squealed happily and plucked a copy off the display, not even noticing she disrupted the balance of the whole structure and sent it toppling to the linoleum tiles. She flipped her flamboyant almost-white-its-so-blond hair over her shoulder and pranced away from the now ruined pyramid of video games. She pulled a fifty out of her pocket, sniffing the crisp green linen-paper. She skipped—doing so in a manly fashion, mind you—to the end of the aisle, once again looking fondly at the crisp green bill. She was daydreaming of kicking butt on Silent Hill, when all of a sudden, a mouth on her palm suddenly gobbled up the bill! Elsa was heartbroken! That was all the money she had!

But, Elsa was a queen even before she deserted pretty much everyone; therefore, she nonchalantly tucked the game into her dress and headed for the exit. But, when she tried to slip past the security alarms….

"Excuse me ma'am, I'm going to have to make you remove your dress," a rent-a-cop (The America zombies were still trying to literally pick up their pieces due to the earlier red Porsche chase) security guard for the day—said, not even looking up from his infamous but delicious donut.

Elsa cringed. Of course it was the one day she decided to wear only underwear under her dress.

"Ahh, um…. LOOK, THERE GOES JAPAN!" Elsa shouted this as she pointed in a random direction. The cop looked up, and lo and behold there was Japan, running with all his energy in order to get… un-lost.

The cop's eyes widened, and he produced a radio out of thin air and cried, "CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE! HOMICIDAL MANIAC ON SCREAMING RAMPAGE IN AISLE SEVEN! I REPEAT; HOMICIDAL MANIAC ON SCREAMING RAMPAGE IN AISLE SEVEN!"

Elsa thanked God for her luck and silently ninja'd out of the mini-mart undetected.

MEANWHILE…..

Several rent-a-cops were on the trail of one oblivious, still lost, still panicking Japan. Several were just now wrestling him to the floor, checking him for obvious weaponry. Japan was no longer screaming about being lost, but rather, about strangers (As in, "OHMYGODSTRANGERS! THEY'RE GONNA *BLEEP* MEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!). Just what did he have for breakfast this morning to make him this hyper? I tell ya….

This is how Prussia found him, with a cart full of bread, popcorn, fish food, and other useful food items that are regularly eaten in the lair of the hentai lord. Prussia took one look at the cops wrestling poor Japan to the floor and slapped his rather pale hand to his forehead.

"Scheiße."

And with that, Prussia grabbed Japan, stuck him in the basket of the shopping cart, and made it through self service checkout in record time. They then realized—or more like Prussia realized—that they had no way of getting home. After all, they had blown up Germany's red Porsche.

But, with that circumstance in mind, they figured they weren't in such a hurry to get back home anyways.

At HOME….

Germany was in one of his moods today.

One of his driving moods.

And of course, he wanted to drive in his prized red Porsche.

But when he came upon the empty garage, and he witnessed the small post-it stating, 'We'll bring it back… Hopefully. –P&J,' all of the feelings of good driving moods that had made residence throughout his body promptly dissipated, and he crumpled the small pink note in his hands. His manly features were the definition of rage.

"…I'll kill them… I'm going to kill them…!"