A/N: Russia, you freaking meanie! D: (I just had to say that...)

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America trudged through the hallway, adjusting his new, substantially-larger, brown coat as he reached for the doorknob. Knowing he was once again the last nation to arrive at the meeting, he opened the door quietly.

"Finally," England sighed. "Do you know how long we've been waiting for you to show up?"

Everyone looked over at America as he shut the door.

"H-Hey! Quit staring at me!" he said defensively, glaring at the many faces turned toward him.

"We're not staring at you," Japan responded slowly. "We're just used to you presenting first, so we assumed you were about to begin."

"R-Right! I knew that!" America scuttled over to his chair and the presentation board behind it. "S-so!" He swallowed a hamburger and started his speech.

"And that's all," America finished. He looked around the room again. "Quit staring at me, already!" he snapped.

"We're not sta—"

"But you're so funny to stare at!" Russia chirped. "Why are you acting so defensive, anyway? You didn't somehow gain more weight, did you?"

"That's none of your business!" America roared. "A-and no! No, I didn't!"

"Are you su—"

"Shut up!" He glanced around the table again, looking more and more paranoid. "I-I told you all to quit staring, dang it!"

A few of the countries awkwardly turned their gazes away.

"U-Um, America, are you all right?" mumbled Canada, concerned.

"What? Yes! I'm perfectly fine! And I didn't gain any weight!"

"America," England sighed, "will you quit acting like that? It's one thing if you've gained thirty pounds or something, but—"

"Who told you I gained thirty-f—I-I mean," America quickly corrected himself, "I... Sh-shut up!"

England stared back bewilderedly, obviously not expecting that response.

"A-anyway!" America stammered. "We should get back to the meeting, right? Y-yeah! So, someone go ahead!" America seated himself.

And his chair promptly broke.

"And you say you haven't gained any weight, America?" Russia chuckled.

"Shut up!" snapped America, trying to get back on his feet.

"Now that I look at it, it does seem like you're getting a little chubby around the cheeks—"

"I said shut up!" America shouted, whirling around to punch Russia in the stomach, sending him crashing through the wall.

Everyone stared, stunned, at America as he turned back toward the table.

"Does anyone else have something to say about my weight?" he snarled.

The only response was silence.

"That's what I thought." America looked around again. "And will you quit freaking staring at me?"

"So!" Germany started nervously, standing up. "Shall we continue the meeting?"

"That's all, then," England concluded. "Meeting's over."

As the people in the room packed up and started to leave, Canada quietly walked over to his brother.

"Um, America...?"

"What, are you going to make fun of me, too?" America grumbled, looking at Canada suspiciously.

"No, no, of course not..." Canada sighed to fill the silence as he thought. While it would certainly be a good idea to tell America about the April Fool's joke so he could stop freaking out, it didn't look like it would end that well for Canada and the other accomplices. Especially after what happened to Russia.

"Then what is it?" muttered America. He glanced about the room, just waiting for one of the nations leaving to suddenly turn and laugh at him.

"I just... I'm just kind of worried," Canada mumbled. "I mean, it's not like your weight's really a big deal. You don't look any different or anything..."

"Yeah. Sure." America kicked at his broken chair pointedly. "Don't try to make me feel better. I'm sure you're just as amused by this as everyone else," he spat.

"But no one's amused!" objected Canada. "Well, Russia is, but he's... Russia."

"And you don't think anyone else thought this was funny?" America scoffed. "Didn't see them staring? Pursing their lips trying not to burst out laughing?" He gave a small, light laugh that almost sounded insane enough to belong to Russia. "How unobservant."

"I-I think you're imagining things, America," Canada replied. "I'm telling you, no one—"

"Quit trying to comfort me," snapped America. "It's not going to work." He tugged at his coat and turned away from his brother. "I'm going home."

Canada watched helplessly as America trudged out of the meeting room.

"...Thirty-four? -Five? So, all this and he really did gain some weight," Germany muttered.

"Even so," Japan started, "I highly doubt that would be enough to break that chair. Shall we go investigate?"

Germany nodded.

"Just as I thought," Japan muttered, rotating a part of the broken chair's leg in his hand. "It's not his normal chair. The legs are hollow." He passed the broken wood over to Germany.

"And really thin," Germany added, poking at the edge of the wood, which splintered beneath his finger. "Do you think whoever did this was the same person who shrunk the clothes?"

"I think so," Japan replied. "But who switched out the chairs?" He started looking around the empty table. "You arrived before me this morning, right? Was anyone already there?"

"Yeah," Germany replied. "Russia, Poland, England, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein all got there before me."

"All right..." Japan took this into consideration. "Russia and England are the only ones with ill will toward America, right?"

"I think so. And we know Russia didn't do it..."

"...So we need to ask England about this," Japan concluded.

"But we promised Russia we wouldn't ask anyone questions," Germany objected.

"Well," Japan replied, standing up, "we really only promised not to look into the first incident. We said nothing about investigating what might happen in the future."

"Okay, then," Germany said, standing up as well. "Let's go find England."

A/N: It looks like America is definitely losing it... Can our heroes find the culprit in time? Stay tuned!