Jackidy was right. y'all! :D Hope you guize enjoy one of the last chapters! Then, I'm off to write a request for Missick~ YOU GO GURL. :D

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Precious precious precious. He was so light, for someone older than me. And he looked really young. Something must have happened with his aging. Like, it reversed.

"Whatthe..." he groaned, burying his face in the grass. When I noticed something.

".. Hey, uh, whys your ass bleeding?"

"... I ain't telling you shit." He said with a weak anger. I felt something looming over me. Looking up, it was one very pissed off sand dweller.

"... oh hi there." Before he could beat the crap out of me, a loud, angry scream erupted from that Turk guy's house. While pyramid-man was distracted, I quickly fled with brown-haired guy. I heard yelling and punching from behind me. Heh, got off the hook.

"Eh? Francis, vhere are you going vith him?" a child-like voice said from beside me. That Russian weirdo was running with me.

"Never mind that! Just take him!"

"Uhhhhh, sure?" We both stopped and he took the young teenage boy from me and cuddled him.

"He's so cute~" He smiled like an idiot and started walking away.

"HEYWAIT! Where are you going??" I started following him.

"Novhere~" He started kissing the messy brunette's head.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing~"

"You can't be doing n-"

"SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER AND GERMANYYY~" a voice suddenly rang out. "DEUTCHLAND IS HAPPY AND GAAAAAAAY~" Germanyman danced by, obviously on something. I couldn't hold back a laugh, as he was doing some odd ballet dance. Then he pointed at me and screamed something in Germanyspeak.

"Er... lovely." I noticed Russiaman far ahead of me, so I ran after him.

"The Producers vas a lov-e-ly movie, da?" he smiled.

"Er. Never seen it.. Hey, does this guy look even younger?" Yeah, he looked almost like a kid now. He shrunk or something.

"... D'aww. He's a WIDDUL BABYYYYYY~" Russiaman snuggled the, now sleeping, now child, Greeceman.. er.. Greecekid.. Whatever.

"WHERE IS HE, DAMMIT?!" Turkeyman's pissed voice screamed out. His footsteps growing louder, I hopped on Russiaman's massive back and ordered him to run, which he did... Tripping over a damn cat.. and falling. Of course, the kid wasn't hurt, but I was thrown quite a way. The next thing was me being picked up by the collar and having a mean, angry face right in mine.

"YOU. FRENCH. FUCK. WHERE. IS. GREECE?" He spat on my face with each word.

"Ugh, say it, don't spray it." I felt myself being dropped as his large foot came down on my vitals.

"AUGHFUCK!!!!!!!" I'm pretty sure that's what I screamed.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" He was pretty mad. He ground his foot down.

"ERRRRUGHRUSSIA!"

"... With Russia, you say?" He remove his foot and tromped away. Ergh.. Did I make a mistake? Sitting up, I saw Turkman running toward Russiaman. Damn, Turkman can sure tackle. Well, the bigger they are, the more ice cream they can eat... Or whatever that goes like. Russiaman came down hard, kidgreece flying through the air. Turkman raced toward him and started to pedorape him. Ha, kidding. He picked him up and carried him off somewhere. Why I took him, I never knew.

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Er, wrote in one day... ha. Not like last chapter, amirite?