Me: Emerejrhaguihbaigb I just (YAAAAAAAAAY J button works again ;u;) turned on Three Days Grace, and was like INSPIRATION. I knoowww I have to write the states stories again but there was no INSPIRATION lately. ;; Anyway, YUP! It was Uruguay :) And... this... took to long.

Uruguay: Did you come up with my personality?

Me: Eeeeh... semi-ish.

Brazil: Me?

Me: Kinda... OOOH Seinfeld's on.

Uruguay: What's Seinfeld?

Me: Only the BEST show ever. It's that one where George gets engaged and then regrets it and the wife dies... well, it's funnier than it seems.

Uruguay: Eh... okay...

Me: I don't own hetalia.

Britain looked over all of the countries who'd been affected by his spell. He uttered a few curses under his breath. "Bloody, mother of... seven. Seven wild animals are in my house, with Japan, China, Russia, Romano, and Germany the only ones willing to stay over... mother of ****!"

Brazil looked questioningly at America. They were sort of had a little bird-pact thing going. "What's up with him?" she croaked, as quietly as possible.

America scowled; but that didn't mean much, because he always scowled. I hope I don't have to remind you that eagles can't make expressions.

Because they can't.

America gave a small caw of agreement; England always obsesses over these things. He is so thinking about how messy this place is gonna get.

Said country raised his bushy eyebrows in sarcastic interest to Brazil. "I'm sorry, Polly, did you say something?"
Brazil turned to look at him, rolling her eyes. "Calm down, Sir Brows."
The tero, Uruguay, glanced at his sister. Really, sis?

Italy, clinging to both Germany and Romano, yipped. I want to talk again! WAAAAAAAAAAH! he let out another whimper, to which Germany replied to by patting him on the back.

The hair on the back of England's neck was already beginning to stand up as he said, "First of all, no excess noise. No mess. No-thing."
Spain snorted.

England went on about the rules for another two hours or so. Basically, he expected twelve men in their 20s to behave like they were in a library at all times. Seven of which, were, of course, wild animals.

"Just... leave me alone. I'll be in the basement, working this spell out, if you need me. Please, don't." gruffly, he turned away, walking to the stairway that led downstairs.

A pouting Romano was seen trudging up to the stairway near his guest room, Spain in tow. Germany rummaged quickly through the small backpack he'd brought along, pulling out a book, and following the two nations upstairs so he could read in peace. Russia, happy as ever, went downstairs, downing a bottle of vodka as he trudged downwards. Korea was bored, and so he went into Britain's luxurious backyard, leaping into the pool. Italy ran after Germany, and China walked towards the kitchen; Japan was sitting on Britain's couch, France was clucking about, glancing at everything with distaste and probably making snide comments in his head, Uruguay was flapping a little bit, trying to get used to his new body, and America and Brazil... well, I don't know.

I think they were playing tag. America was chasing Brazil around the living room, cawing, as Brazil flapped frantically away. Wait, no, they're... America was in eagle mode again! Or, no, er, okay...

America and Brazil had exchanged a few nods as Britain was blabbing on about who-knows-what. It went a little something like this:

America gargled a little bit, rolling his eyes as if to say, This is sooo boring.

Brazil sniffed, and fluffed out her feathers in agreement.

Alfred looked back at her, and gave a surprisingly soft caw; one Britain didn't even notice. I know, right?

He then flapped his wings impatiently.

Brazil would have grinned, as she muttered a garbled, "Want to practice fly-ing?"

America, too, had new light shining in his eyes. He cooed quietly, nodding a bit. Later.

Anyways, just as Uruguay was fleeing from the insane nations by retreating under the couch, there was shriek heard from upstairs, followed by a high-pitched whine, and three people and a wolf rushing downstairs, followed by an enraged bull.

"Aaah! Bull-bastard, go a- AHH!"

"Bloody... aah!"

"VHAT THE HELL!?"

"Rrrwwwooor~"

America and Brazil finally stopped acting like morons, the startled birds screeching and frantically flying away, flapping about in the air for a moment, before coming to perch on Britain's ceiling fan. Romano locked himself in the bathroom, but left the others to die. "WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM A BLOODY RED TOMATO?" Britain screeched, slamming on the door, "Open up!"

Germany ran about in a circle, yelling and flailing his arms wildly. Italy was whining, cowering behind him, ears flattened against his skull. Japan had leaped up from the couch, and was carefully inching away like a true ninja. Uruguay was trembling under the couch, and France was clucking wildly, racing around in circles. Poor old China, who had just been stepping out of the kitchen in his red jacket, was currently being trampled nearly to death by Spain, before he set his eyes upon Brazil's bright neon feathers, most of which were red. He lunged forward, bucking like a wild horse. "ROMANO I SWEAR, OPEN UP! I'LL KILL YOU!" Britain screeched, yanking on the doorknob with all of his might.

"Ve need to cover his eyes!" Germany yelled, snatching a blanket off of the couch he and Italy were hiding behind.

A red blanket.

"NOOO!" all of the nations screamed simultaneously. But it was too late. Spain had already caught sight of it.

I HATE THAT COLOR SO MUCH!

Dude, Germany, red pissed him off! America screamed in his mind; even he knew that.

Spain was charging horns-first at Germany, who gaped at his bulging muscles (and surprisingly large buttocks, but since Germany's a dude, he didn't really notice that.) and backed frantically away. All he managed to yell was a curt: "AAAAH! No!" before Spain impaled him. Well, his thigh. Ouch.*

Spain suddenly yanked his horn out of a still-screaming Germany, who fell back, limping meekly away as Spain caught sight of Brazil's bright red plumage again. He lunged forward, thrashing his head violently. Brazil screeched, flinching backwards despite the fact that she was safely perched upon the ceiling fan. Tripping(no not like drugs), she spiraled backwards, falling towards the hardwood floors in a cloud of feathers.

Finally, Britain managed to grab a blue blanket, and hurl it at the raging animal. Spain stopped rampaging for a moment as the cloth draped over his back and head. Giving a discontented snort, the bulky animal raised his massive head and bellowed. Japan, who had been hiding in Britain's front-hall-closet, took a calming breath. After which, he moved slowly towards Spain, making no sudden noises or movements. As the Asian nation reached the living room, he slowly picked up all red items- the red blanket which was beside an unconscious Germany, the red book beside Britain's couch, and stashed them in the closet where he was hiding.

China, however, managed to snatch the green tablecloth off of Britain's dining room table, and covered himself with it, hiding his red shirt from view.
France scrambled away, ducking into the closet with all of the other items.

"S-spain...?" Britain asked cautiously, approaching the massive animal, caution dawning in his eyes. "Um... are you there...?"
He carefully maneuvered his way around the furniture and bull sitting in his living room, snatching the phone off the table. Dialing the emergency number, he raised the thing to his ear, and uttered a weak, "Uh... hey, this is Britain... yeah, the nation... well, I had some other nations over, and... well, I know, but... well, they were stabbed... e-er, yes, stabbed, we are located at my regular home, down... oh, okay. Well, alright, I guess... alright, thank you."

While the nations waited for the ambulance to arrive, they all sat awkwardly, taking turns gawking at Spain, the two wounded nations, and the various animals scattered around the room. Finally, it hit Japan. "Um... Britain-san, we should get the animals to leave." staring at at America and Brazil, he murmured, "You might be... confused as being a real bird."

America's intense gaze burned into Japan's.

Fine.

He opened his broad wings, launching off of the ceiling fan and clumsily flailing upstairs, Brazil in tow, surprisingly graceful in her new body. At least, compared to America, who could't fly for sh*t. Italy was permanently lodged to Germany's leg, refusing to leave. He could pass himself off as a dog or a husky or something, so it was all good. Uruguay was still huddled under the couch, keeping out of sight. Wh-what about Spain? he thought worriedly, gawking up at the massive clump of muscles and fur.

Spain was just confused.

Ai, what is going on? Is there a black-out or something?

Finally, a quivering Britain whispered, "Spain...?" taking a daring step forward. "Um... if you can here me, lift your leg. But not like that. Not like, pissing. Just... you know, lift your foot. Or hoof. Or whatever."

Spain lifted his foreleg.

Sighing heavily, a startled Britain took a moment to calm his nerves. "Good. Now, you need to go downstairs, or we'll get in trouble." Britain yanked the blanket off of his head, and jumped as sirens sounded in the distance. "Hurry!" he yelped, flinging open the door, and prodding at Spain until the nation finally obliged and crashed clumsily downstairs. Britain slammed the door shut, right as the police hurried in.

They took away Germany and China, never noticing the worried clucks which sounded from Britain's front hall closet.

And Korea and Russia never noticed... until Britain told them.

I know it's short and definitely not 3,000 words, but I needed to put up something! Sorry!

Germany: Why do you hate me?

Me: I love you! 3':

Britain: FML...

China: Really? Kill me off, you ass?

Me: Butbutbut-

China: Just 'cause you can't write me...

Me: hm...

Korea: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!

Me: I do!

Korea: But I wasn't in this one at all! ; ~ ;

Me: I... might have forgotten you... I added you and Russia last minute, hehehe. ^^'

Russia: You gave me vodka. It was lovely, though the basement was hot.

Britain: What the bloody... there was no... it's freezing down there!

Me: Please review! I need to finish the states thing D:

*Why is it that in all my fanfictions, Germany is just like killed? I love his character and all, it just... Idfk xD. Poor, poor Germany. First he's accidentally molested by Wisconsin, now he's being impaled by a bull.