AIYAA! I can't believe it's taken me so long! And I wrote this in such a hurry, I didn't even send it to my beta! Just you! Sorry!

AH! Yes! I was doing my weekly Google search of myself (I don't even care if you judge me.) when I found out that someone put this story on Tumblr! Now, I don't pretend to know what "tumblr" is or how it works (I assume cheese and wizardry), but thank you very much to Harpsichordia! You are totally awesome!

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"You know what?" Prussia shouted. "I don't even care why you guys think you're in. You're in."

France and Spain stopped snickering and looked at their friend.

"Fair enough," France said. "What is your plan of attack?"

Prussia sat straight up in his wheelchair. "Okay, so you know how Specs thinks he's hot shit on the piano?"

Spain moaned. "Gilbert, do you know how expensive those things are? If we get caught-"

"Ye of little faith," Prussia interrupted, waving his hand. "We won't mutilate it. We'll just restring it."

France raised his hand. "I am not sure his piano works like your violin."

"What? Why wouldn't it? It has strings!"

"I just don't know if this will work."

Prussia rolled his eyes. "Please. How many awesome plans of mine haven't worked?"

"How's the whole 'getting your country back' thing going for you?"

The three men shouted and jumped at the voice.

"LIZ!" Prussia yelled.

Elizaveta stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at the trio. A breeze ruffled through her black dress, and if Poland hadn't tailored it to look "omigawd, that's so adorable on you!" she would have looked downright menacing.

"What are you doing, Gilbert?"

"NOTHING!" Prussia yelled. "Jeez, go away!"

Hungary straightened her pointed hat. "For some reason I thought you were planning to ruin Austria's Halloween party. I'm glad we cleared that up."

France shuddered and Prussia glared at him. "Don't you dare surrender, you son of a bitch."

"I… I'm trying to fight it…"

"Francis, no! Don't give her anything!"

Elizaveta casually undid her top button. "Come on, Francis. You're a lover, not a fighter. Tell me what I want to hear."

"Nnng!" Francis went white and bit his lip.

"No!" Prussia yelled.

"Yes!" Hungary cackled.

"Antonio!" Prussia screamed. "Smoke bomb! Now!"

…

Hungary looked at the trio, confused. "Um. What?"

The three men looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Toni," Prussia growled. "I said smoke bomb her. What the hell are we still doing here?"

"Smoke bomb?" Spain said. "I don't have any of those."

Hungary sighed, annoyed. "Goddammit, Gilbert. What exactly did you think was going to happen?"

Prussia crossed his arms and sat back in his wheel chair. "Well," he said. "Toni was supposed to throw a smoke bomb at you. And then we were going to awesomely run away while you were blinded and stuff. And then we were going to rui-"

Francis threw a gloved hand over Prussia's mouth. "ROOT for Austria at the piano, yes, Gilbert?"

Prussia's eyes widened and he nodded vigorously. Hungary glared at him suspiciously.

"I'm not stupid. I know you hate Austria."

"Well, duh," Prussia said.

"But now's the time to tell me, if you're going to do something dangerous, Gilbert. I don't want anyone to get hurt tonight. Not Austria, not the guests, not… not you. Please. Tell me now. If it's something harmless and fun, I'll even help you. So tell me now, okay?"

Prussia met Hungary's gaze and his eyes softened. A breeze ruffled through her hair and the scent of strawberries tickled his nose. Hungary gave a little sideways smile Prussia remembered all the times they used to work together as kids and how much fun they'd had. And the sun cut through across the drive and brightened her face perfectly. Goddamn, she was beautiful in her black dress and that adorable purple hat…

"Gilbert!" Spain's voice sliced through the air. "No! It's a trap!"

Gilbert snapped back in alarm as Francis wheeled him away and breakneck speed.

"Whu…" he murmured as the trio ran.

"Damn you, Gilbert!" Liz screamed after them, all feminine allure lost. "I won't let anything happen to Austria! You hear me? I will stop you!"

…

When Prussia finally regained his senses, the trio was in a dark room. France and Spain held their sides and panted at Gilbert's side.

"What happened?" Prussia demanded.

"She… she was going to turn you," France wheezed.

"You were so… close," Spain panted. "She almost had you."

"Had me? What?"

France slapped Prussia's head. "You are such an idiot, cher."

Prussia blushed. "Screw you! I was fine!"

"Shhh!" Spain held his finger to his lips and whispered. "I think someone's coming!"

The doorknob slowly turned in the dark room and the trio held their breath. It creaked open slowly.

"Antonio!" the figure in the doorway shouted. "You bastard, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Spain laughed at Romano in relief. "Lovi! Are you having fun?"

Romano slammed the door behind him and Prussia and France protested, hoping no one in the house heard the noise.

"No, Antonio, this party sucks! Why'd you leave me all alone with Feliciano, eh? You asshole!"

Prussia suddenly realized that Romano was wearing a turtle costume and he snickered. Romano glared at him.

"What's so funny, potato boy?"

"Dude," Prussia laughed. "You're a turtle! That's awesome!"

France swooned. "Oh, mon amor, you look so adorable! So, so, so cute!"

Spain threw an arm around Romano's shoulders protectively and held his clenched fist at his side. "Why are you not having any fun, Lovino?"

Romano rolled his eyes. "Austria is so boring! And pianos are so stupid!"

Prussia gasped. "Piano? Where is the piano, Romano?"

Romano looked at Prussia like he was stupid. "He's playing it in the drawing room, stupid. Where have you been?"

"But there are so many people in there!" Spain said. "We'll never have enough time!"

"Sorry, Gilbert," France said, putting a gloved hand on Prussia's shoulder. "We tried."

Prussia's eyes glinted. "We can do this, guys. All we need is a little ninja skill."

…

"Dude!" America yelled at England in the crowded drawing room as people around them chatted and laughed. "Have you seen Canada?"

"Alfred, I'm right here!"

"Oh," Captain America said, looking down at Bucky. "My bad. Sorry, bro!"

England rolled his eyes at the brothers and straightened his bowtie. "Alfred, you're an idiot. There's no such thing as Canada."

"I'm right here!"

America sipped his punch and looked England up and down. "What are you supposed to be, anyway?"

"I'm the Doctor," England smiled.

"Doctor who?"

Canada laughed and England jumped. "Who said that?"

America laughed loudly. "Hey, not that I'm worried or anything, but is Frog here yet?"

England looked confused. "Come to think of it, I haven't been molested yet tonight. I don't think anyone has."

"I hope he's alright," Canada mumbled.

A bang suddenly rang through the room and everyone looked at the door.

"Goddammit," shouted an Italian voice. "What the hell am I supposed to do!"

The door whispered at the giant turtle.

"I'm not doing that!" the turtle shouted. "Let me back out!"

The door whispered again.

"Or else what?" the turtle challenged.

The door continued to whisper at the turtle, who grew white. He gulped.

"F-fine!" Romano shouted. "Fine, I will!"

Romano turned to face the crowd of curious costumes. He blushed.

"C-can someone teach me how to D-Dougie?"

…

Austria played on, oblivious to the crowd around the door. The piano tumbled around his fingertips, music dancing in the air, and he smiled. Anyone who couldn't appreciate the delicate art of piano, the sensual blending of harmony and melody, the thrill of perfection… well, they could go play beat boxing, or whatever it was kids did these days.

"Ahhh." A sigh interrupted Austria's thoughts and his fingers paused over the keys.

France, in his powdered face and wig, smiled seductively at Austria. "Do not stop playing, ma couer. I love Mozart."

"France," Austria said coolly, standing up. "How good of you to come. Please, help yourself to some refreshments."

"Don't mind if I do," France chuckled, closing in on Austria.

"Please tell me you aren't…"

"Louis XVI," France murmured. "And here I thought you wouldn't remember."

Austria turned white. "I h-have to go check on the cakes…"

"Oh, let me come," France winked. "I'm very handy in the kitchen."

"E-Elizaveta?" Austria called. Hungary broke away from the crowd watching Captain America and Bucky dancing like idiots and came to her ex husband's side. She glared suspiciously at France.

"What are you doing?"

"Roderich and I are going to the kitchen," France grinned. "We are going to get sweet."

"The sweets," Austria hurriedly corrected.

France chuckled.

Hungary's eyes widened. "Oh! Let me come with you, I can help."

France looked at her distastefully. "Oh, I'm sure that will not be necessary. Roderich and I are both very skilled in the kitchen."

"No, no," Hungary said, walking out of the room. "I'm sure there's a lot I can learn from you. I insist."

Austria followed her, relieved. France gave a thumbs-up to a potted tree and followed out of the room.

Prussia and Spain popped out of the tree inconspicuously.

"Ha!" Prussia laughed. "Phase one: Distraction! Success!"

Spain smiled. "Lovi is so cute when he dances, isn't he?"

"Yeah, yeah," Prussia said, rolling toward the piano. "Adorable. Help me lift this lid."

They heaved against the heavy lid and peered into the depths of the piano.

They gasped.

"I," Prussia murmured, "Have no idea how this works."

…

"So," Hungary said as France pointedly sucked frosting off his fingers. "Where's Gilbert?"

France looked away from Austria. "Gilbert? I am not sure. I heard the melodious magic of Austria's music and I had to come find him. You know, Symphony 40 was written for a French woman, Roderich. Mozart himself was very taken with the French tradition of Love."

"None of that is true," Austria sighed, smoothing the frosting on a cake.

Hungary eyed France suspiciously. "I'm going to reapply my makeup."

"Take your time!" France chuckled. Austria looked at her pleadingly as she turned away.

…

"There's so many," Spain said, awestruck.

"Damn it, they all look the same! And where do they even connect?"

Spain reached into the piano. "Ah, here. It's the tightening thingy, yes? We can just loosen it until it comes out."

"And reattach it where?" Prussia said. "This looks like dark sorcery. I can't defeat dark sorcery!"

Spain loosened the string. "Wow, these are in here tight!"

"Gilbert!"

Spain and Prussia froze at the sound of Hungary's voice. The dancers by the door looked at them.

"Gilbert," Spain whispered as Hungary stormed over to them. "What do we do?"

"Simple… we… RUN!"

Spain whooped and wheeled Gilbert out of the room. Gilbert cackled as Hungary shook her fist at them.

"Gilbert, come back here! You know I can't run in heels!"

Poland, dressed like Edward Cullen, hugged Hungary from behind. "Lizzy, don't even. Those shoes are too cute to ruin."

Hungary sighed. "Oh, Po. Why do you always dress like a woman?"

"Glitter is fun!"

…

When Austria emerged from the kitchen (only partially molested,) he was greeted by a crowd of nations dancing to "Thriller" from Japan's stereo. His eye twitched in annoyance.

When they'd finally finished, they fell over each other, laughing. Even Hungary had joined the lines of witches, ghosts and pasta (the turtle was sipping punch moodily, refusing to watch them.) They gravitated away and Austria sat back down to his piano and played Haydn.

The other nations coughed uncomfortably and resumed boring conversation. The tone of the room was suddenly subdued. France stood at the door and watched.

Suddenly, a note rang out flat.

The music stopped. Austria looked at his fingers in confusion.

He tried to play the phrase again, but the note ended flat. He stood up in alarm.

"What on earth?"

The nations were silent as Austria lifted the piano lid and touched each of the strings in turn.

"Oh… oh no."

"What happened?" Hungary asked, panicked.

"Middle C… it's been loosened."

"What's that mean?" America shouted.

"It means I need tune my piano."

"How long should that take?"

Austria looked at the clock. "I'd say… just about two hours. To do it properly."

The guests groaned.

"Seriously?"

"Come on, it's not even that important."

"Jeez, that's lame."

In the middle of the hullabaloo, Japan quietly raised his hand.

"Pardon me," he said.

Everyone looked at the white kitty and he blushed.

"I-I have a karaoke machine in my car. I-if we n-need music, I can bring it in."

The room laughed and patted Japan on the back.

"That's a great idea, dude!" America yelled.

"That sounds like fun!" said Italy.

"Karaoke was invented in Korea!"

A short panda hit South Korea with a wok.

France chewed his lip thoughtfully as he left the room to meet his friends at the rendezvous point.

"I can't believe that worked," he murmured.