I am going to apologize for two things right now. Scratch that three. 1)crappy chapter 2)lateness and 3) this as ahead of time apology: there is a few remarks that can be considered racist and some other offensive comments. Sorry guys!

Also I have no excuse except brain dead-ness for being so late. I actually have some ideas right now for the next chapter so it shouldn't take so long! but thank you all for the reviews and story alerts!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything in this story except the dialogue!


Chap 5:The Canadian looked down at his feet and disappeared quite easily from view. "I don't know who the hell said that but it is so flippin true!" America shouted. "Your brother, you dolt!" Canada murmured.

"Okay then!! Let's do this! Finny, your momma so fat she's got her own zip code!" the crowd gasped. "That was La-amee! I could do better than that!" England said. Tino was about to slap Denmark, but was rudely inturupted."Oh for God's sake this is stupid! So SHUT UP!" Vash exclaimed, jumping into the middle of the room holding a very large gun.

Everyone stared at the man dumb struck, except one Gilbert Beillschmidt. "Yo~ Switz! I got bigger guns then you! And mine are all natural!" Prussia flexed his arms. "Oh my god, doesn't any one here have a level head!? I'm out" Vash proceeded to push his way out of the circle and to the door.

He was half-way to his car when he realized he forgot Lichtenstein, "Shit, I swear if one of those asses lay a hand on her I'll shoot them!" He broke out in a jog back towards Denmark's house. For some reason when he came he parked in the first spot he saw; which happened to be twenty minutes from the house. When he finally got close enough he could see two figures on the porch, one of a girl and the other a man.

"So does your brother forget you often?" Austria asked the younger lady in front of him. "No, not really. Only sometimes when he goes to the store to get cheese. He gets sucked into his own world sometimes contemplating on which cheese to buy. But he always remembers me before leaving though." Lichtenstein replied softly. Roderich could tell how fond the girl was of her brother, he was quite fond of him at one point also.

"Would you like to bring your brother and go to lunch sometime one day?" Austria asked. Lichtenstein's eyes light up, "Why that would be lovely! I'll have to talk to brother about it though... He doesn't like strangers that much... but i'm sure I can talk him into it!" Austria smiled at the girl, and then turned when he heard feet on the steps.

The three nations stood staring at each other for a moment, the atmosphere tense. Suddenly Lichtenstein threw her arms around the two men and 'accidentally causing them to hug and their lips to meet. The two were so shocked they didn't move for a moment but Lichtenstein saying "I love happy endings" seemed to snap them out of it.

The two turned crimson and turned away form each other awkwardly. Secretly in the trees, decked out in camouflage Hungary rejoiced at getting the photo for her collection, she would have to pay Lichtenstein back later.

Back inside the commotion was quickly escalating. Finland had decided he was a pro wrestler and had Denmark on the floor trying to beat him up. "Stay still! You're annoying me! Let me punch you, you fat pastry!" At these last words Denmark burst into hysterics. "I'm a pastry!? What the fuck!" Finland was vigorously trying to punch the Dane but it wasn't working in his favor.

"STOP! Why can't we all be friends? Be happy? Lets all get in a circle and take a smoke from the peace pipe... just be happy." If people stopped at the Switzerland commotion the world stopped at Estonia's words, there stood Eduard covered in peace signs fringe pants and vest, bandanas and tie die. Nobody expected this, they all thought of him as 'white and nerdy' but no, apparently he's a hippie.

"Umm… Eduard you should probably go sit down for a little while I think they got your point." Lithuania tried to tell him "No! I must spread the love! It's... very... import-" He then passed out and Toris dragged him away towards the bedroom. "Haha, he must have had a few to many smokes from the peace pipe! Huh Iggy?" Arthur just rolled his eyes at America's remark.

Nobody (amazingly enough) noticed Russia inspecting the Guitar Hero instruments and reading the back of the game box, "We should play Guitar Hero! Da." He announced to the nations. Now normally everyone would pass up on the offer because lets face it its Ivan! But as soon as Alfred heard the word 'Hero' he was game.

Denmark got up off the floor and went over to set the game up, "Alright, who doesn't know how to play?" several nations raised there hands. "Okay one person for each, a lead guitar, base, drums and microphone. Got it? And then as notes appear on screen press the matching key!" Denmark pulled down a large screen and a projector on the stage, he knew there was a reason he got it!

"Allies you guys can go first! Who wants what?" America ran over and grabbed the bass guitar and microphone, "Iggy! You can sing! And Imma play base!" England looked at the microphone that was shoved into his hands, "Oh joy"

"I want the Guitar! China you want the drums? Da?" Russia asked. "Sure aru" china said wearily. Once everybody got an instrument, except France because he was to busy trying to sexually assault people, they started up the game. "I wanna play a cool song!! Let's play..." Alfred was rudely cut off by a certain albino shouting "OMFG! THE WINTER OLYMPICS! Back the fuck away from the T.V. and nobody gets hurt!"

"Dammit! Sorry but the Olympics triumph all! Anybody know whose hosting?" Denmark asked. "Kinada...canadia....CANADIGUA! Oh wait that's not right...Canada! Yeah! That's it!" Prussia answered Denmark

And in sync the word left everyone's mouth, "Who?" Alfred pondered the name for a moment, it sounded familiar.

No one noticed the blonde in the corner, brows furrowed face red and large frown on his face. That is until he caused a scene "Damn you all to hell! MY NAME IS CANADA! C-A-N-A-D-A! I am hosting the Winter Olympics! You should turn them on now by the way." All the nations were quiet after the outburst and crowded around the T.V.

"Canadigua? Umm… are those maple leaves gonna dance?"* Alfred asked while gesturing to the screen. Canada looked at the large maple leaves leaning against the stage on the television, "No Alfred." America frowned a little but quickly brushed it off. Many cool things happened at the opening ceremonies but one thing the nations noticed stood out the most and poor little Latvia would never live it down.

"Hey look! Its like, like Latvia! I totally knew that" Poland slurred. (Alcohol had been brought back into the picture) The group found it interesting seeing the names of capitols displayed on screen at the bottom and a few other facts, though sealand was really the only one paying attention. He was focused intently on the screen and looked down to where his friend's capitol was displayed.

His blue eyes widened in utter astonishment at what he saw, and he couldn't help screaming, "LATVIAAA! YOU'RE BLACK!?!??!" Everyone, and I mean everyone turned and looked at the micro-nation with the face of 'W.T.F' The Latvian turned and looked at his friend shocked by the outburst, "e-excuse m-me?" Sealand ran over to Latvia and started circling and prodding him. "Your capitol is Riga! And if you're from Riga you gotta be a nigga! Did you go through like the Michael Jackson thing!? Why didn't you tell me this before! I mean you're still my best friend but...but just WOW."

Latvia's eyes widened to the size of an owls, "Um. Peter i'm not u-uhh b-black" Sealand's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Sureeee... that's about as true as saying Estonia's theme song isn't White and Nerdy." Estonia scoffed at this a little offended, he just begged the higher powers Sealand hadn't seen him lip singing that very song in his mirror earlier. "Peter! I'm s-serious!" he stuttered.

Out of nowhere Denmark burst into hysterical laughter, "Dude1 my nephew is so flipping smart! He just figured out a huge secret! Sweden! You and your bitches kid takes after his uncle!"

"y'ur n't sm'rt, or h's uncl'!" Sweden grunted out. "Yeah! And I aint his 'bitch! You be trippin!" Finland burst in still talking 'gangster'. Denmark rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before walking away.

Then, as if enough trouble hadn't been started Prussia stuck his huge nose into the mess. "Finny? Stop talking Gangsta! It's not working! Besides we all know i'm the pimp master!" Finland looked down and frowned a little and sighed out a "whatever." Suddenly a giant shout of happiness came from America, "Ha! My team beat Iggy's in curling! I am in the lead with medals too! So hahaha!"

And like earlier everyone said the same thing at the same time except this time instead of 'Who?" it was "SHUT UP!"

A/N: please review? Pretty please? Lol also, Any ideas on what country I should do for a project???