Happy Halloween! Much love, my pandas! I hope tonight is filled with candy and costumes and glory!

Sorry to anyone who couldn't comment on the last chapter. I removed the trailer chapter so FF was being retarded.

Thank you, Aksel, for making my night! I love when people tell me I'm awesome!

I own neither Hetalia, nor Halloween.

Prussia, France and Spain ran out of the room and down the hall. They took turns, kept running, took a few more random turns and ran until they were out of breath and laughing.

"Dude," Prussia cackled. "How big is Austria's house!"

"I know, right?" cried Spain.

France chuckled and straightened his wig. "I have no idea where we are."

"Dammit," Prussia smiled. "I wanted to see everyone get drunk! That's so much blackmail opportunity!

Spain grinned and looked around. "I think we're close to Austria's bedroom."

"Oh, good!" Prussia said. "Let's split up and find it! That's perfect blackmail!"

Spain and France ran to one end of the long hallway and Prussia ran to the other. He opened a closet and a bathroom. He threw open another door and froze at the familiar chuckle.

"Kolkolkolkolkol," Russia laughed. "Look, Latvia. Little Prussia is back to play with us!"

Prussia backed away from the door as the man in the bear suit stood up. "N-nein, Ivan… I'm j-just looking for the bathroom…."

"Let me help you find it," Russia smiled, walking toward Gilbert. "I believe I know where it is."

Prussia backed into the wall and looked around desperately for Francis and Antonio, but they had disappeared. "N-nein, that's okay."

Russia was closing in on Gilbert when the screeching voice of an angel shredded his ears.

"GILBERT! WHERE ARE YOU!"

"LIZ!" Prussia yelled out in relief. "I'm over here! Let us make haste to the party, ja?"

Hungary appeared at the end of the hall in a cloud of anger and confusion. Prussia abandoned Russia and ran to her.

"Lead the way, dear witch! We haven't a moment to lose!"

Elizaveta raised an eyebrow. "Boy," she murmured. "Russia makes you pathetically weird."

"Shut up, I am not."

Hungary grabbed Prussia's wrist and strode down the hall. "You're staying where I can keep an eye on you. Let's go, ass face."

…

"Did you hear something?" Francis asked as he jumped on Austria's bed.

"No," Spain said. "Why?"

…

Hungary led Prussia back to the party room. All the countries were sitting in a large circle while Japan explained one of his games to them.

"Okay," Japan said. "Here's how 'Osama' works."

"We got him!" America shouted, and gleefully took another swig of punch.

England smacked him. "Alfred, Kiku was explaining the rules of the game!"

America grinned. "I know how to play. I already won!"

England and Canada rolled their eyes and motioned for Japan to continue.

"The way to play 'Osama'-"

"Got him!"

"-is everyone draws a Popsicle stick with either a number or a crown on it. The person with the crown is the King and he or she can choose a random number to do whatever he or she pleases. You cannot tell anyone your number until the dare is issued and there are no vetoes."

Poland squealed in delight. "Ohmigawd, anything? That is, like, the best game ever!"

"That sounds potentially dangerous," Hungary frowned.

Prussia couldn't resist the evil laugh. "Hah! You don't have the guts, do you?"

Hungary's face snapped into kill-Prussia-mode. "On the other hand," she hissed, "yes. Let's do this."

Prussia snuck a glance at the clock. Whatever Spain and France had planned, it was taking forever.

…

"So what's the plan?" Spain asked France as they shuffled through drawers in Austria's bedroom.

"Plan?"

…

Japan held out a handful of Popsicle sticks. "Everyone take one, and don't let anyone see. Whoever has the crown may raise their hand."

Everyone took a stick. Japan looked at the one left in his hand and nodded. "Alright. Who is King?"

Prussia looked down at the Popsicle stick in his palm and gave a start. "Um," he said, "the crown means king, right?"

"That's right," Japan smiled.

"Heh… heh heh… HAHAHA!"

Germany slapped his face as his brother leapt to his feet in maniacal celebration.

"MORTALS! Bow before the awesome Prussia! Kneel before my awesome power! HAHAHA!"

Hungary smacked him. "It's a game, idiot. Sit down and play."

Gilbert smirked ear to ear. "Liz, what number do you have?"

"What? I'm not telling you, stupid!"

"I'm King! You gotta! How else am I gonna dare you to do something embarrassing?"

Hungary smacked her forehead. "You just missed the point of the game completely, idiot. You have to pick someone without knowing who it is."

Gilbert pouted. "Crap."

"Hurry up and go so we can all play."

Prussia sat down. "Fine. Down a cup of Squirt punch, number… seven."

"DAMMIT!" Hungary shouted. Austria shot her a look.

"Aw, crap!" Gilbert yelled. "Can I pick something else for her to do? I totally had something awesome in mind!"

Hungary grumbled as Italy happily leapt to his feet and fetched her a cup. She glared at Prussia as she drained the glass, finishing with a grimace and a gag.

"There!" she yelled. "Screw you, asshole!"

"Don't know why you're shouting," Gilbert shouted back. "I thought you liked Squirt!"

"It's… it's the principle!"

Everyone handed Japan their sticks and he shuffled them. When everyone drew, Poland squealed in delight and Lithuania winced at the noise.

"Epic!" he laughed. "Okay, gay chicken- six and three. Go!"

Romano and Austria looked at each other and jumped.

"HELL no!" Romano shouted.

"Think of something else, Feliks," Austria said

Poland stuck out his tongue. "No vetoes! Loser has to do whatever the winner says tomorrow! Go!"

Romano and Austria sized each other up.

"I do need my kitchen cleaned," Austria thought out loud.

"I fucking hate you," Romano said.

…

Spain sneezed and shot up off Austria's bed in alarm.

"What is it?" France said.

"My Roma senses are tingling! Get your things, Francis. We ride."

…

Romano and Austria sat themselves in the middle of the circle, glaring at everyone and refusing to look at each other.

Poland laughed. "We don't have all day, fellas!"

Both men shot the vampire/sparkle fairy/Poland a glare. Austria's hand moved imperceptibly to rest on Romano's thigh and Romano squeaked.

"Surrender," Austria murmured as he closed in on Romano's face. "It's only a kitchen."

…

Spain touched his forehead as he and France ran down the hall. "His defenses are weakening! We have to hurry!"

"How do you even know that?" France shouted.

…

"Surrender," Austria whispered as he closed the gap between his lips and Romano's. He closed his eyes. Slowly, their lips met. Austria decided to wait. It was only a matter of time before Romano gave into his Italian instincts and fled. His pride wouldn't let him stay too long.

But something was wrong. Romano wasn't retreating with that ridiculous ninja-turtle tail between his legs. No, he was- kissing back!

Austria tried to muffle his shout of surprise as Romano slipped his tongue inside his mouth. Austria felt Romano climb into his lap and wrap his arms around his neck. He ground his hips into Austria and in shock, Austria broke away.

"Good lord, Romano, what has gotten into you?"

There was a familiar laugh and Austria felt his stomach tighten.

"Don't touch my Lovi, amigo," the orange-masked turtle said. "There are consequences."

Austria looked at Spain in bewilderment. "Antonio? You're in the turtle costume… How did you…?"

…

When Romano came to his senses, he was being jostled around, watching the door to the party get smaller and smaller, then disappear around a corner. He examined himself. He was somehow wearing Spain's Zorro costume.

"How did he manage to switch costumes without me noticing?" Romano wondered aloud as whoever was carrying him ran. He heard a chuckle and looked up.

"F-Francis?"

France winked at him and laughed. "Don't tell me you are not impressed with my skills."

"Oh, HELL no!" Romano yelled. "ANTONIO, YOU BASTARD! THIS IS WORSE THAN AUSTRIA!"

…

"You keep underestimating my friends," Spain winked at Austria. "Francis is a ninja when it comes to getting people in and out of clothes."

Gilbert laughed and the rest of the circle stared at Spain in awe.

Poland furrowed his brow, confused. "I'm… I'm not sure who wins…."

Lithuania rolled his eyes. "Feliks, the only way to win gay chicken is not to play. They all lost."

"But... that means… I win!" Poland's eyes lit up and he grinned.

"Yes you do," Lithuania smiled.

Everyone handed Japan their Popsicle sticks and drew again.

Spain looked down at his stick and raised his hand. Japan smiled at him.

"What does "B" mean in Osama?" Spain asked

"Got him!" America cheered and drained his cup.

Prussia looked over and groaned. "That's a "13," dude," Gilbert said. "It's your number."

"Oooooh," Spain said and blushed.

Japan looked at his stick and cleared his throat. "I have the crown," he said. "My dare is… 4 and 9 must dance to the next song on 3's playlist."

America cheered and whipped out his iPod. "Right here, y'all!"

Prussia groaned. "I've got 9," he said.

There was an angry squeak nearby and Prussia looked at a white-skinned Hungary.

"What's your problem?" he asked.

Hungary shook her head and sat on her hands. Prussia's eyes widened.

"WELL," Gilbert said loudly, "It looks like no one drew 4! Try again, everyone!"

Hungary nodded violently and kept her lips tightened. Poland glared at Prussia.

"Of course someone drew 4," Poland said. "Don't be stupid. Who is it?"

The countries held up their sticks and called off. Japan counted them.

"One through thirteen," he said to himself. "But four is missing. Elizaveta-chan, where is your popsicle stick?"

Hungary squeaked. "I… lost it?"

"She lost it," Prussia agreed. "Sorry, it's gone. Well, let's all try again!"

Poland pinched Hungary's butt and she jumped with a yelp. "Here it is," Poland said coolly. "She was sitting on it."

"WAS NOT!" Hungary and Prussia yelled together.

"It's four, too!" Poland cackled suddenly. "Ohmigawd, they have to dance together! Everyone get your cameras out!"

"DIE!" Prussia tried to lunge at Poland, but Spain caught him.

"Calm yourself, amigo," Spain said quietly. "One dance. Just one, and perhaps that will give Francis enough time to ready the prank."

Gilbert looked up at Antonio in surprise. "You mean… you guys actually do have a plan?"

"Me?" Spain said. "No. I'm here. But maybe France is clever enough to set something up by himself."

"Do you realize what you just said?" Prussia cried.

Meanwhile, Poland was having the same conversation with Hungary, except he had a lot more blackmail at his disposal.

"I'll tell him what you wrote in your diary," Poland said gleefully.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hungary hissed. "You've got nothing."

Poland reached into his man-bag. "I photocopy blackmail and I carry it around wherever I go just in case. And Liet told me I'd never use it!"

Lithuania frowned apologetically at Hungary as Poland pulled a binder out of his bejeweled man-bag. "April 15th," Poland said. "Right here."

Hungary paled. "You're bluffing. You'd never show him that."

"You really wanna take that chance?" Poland smirked. "Cuz I also have all those doodles you draw during world meetings. And some of them are, like… super X-rated."

Hungary stood up suddenly. "FINE!" she yelled. "Gilbert, one dance! Now!"

Prussia stood up angrily. "Fine! Like I even care!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

The two stomped over to the dance floor and waited as America fit his iPod into Japan's speakers. They glared at each other.

A familiar guitar solo floated through the air and Prussia and Hungary leapt away from each other.

"No way!" Hungary shouted.

"Why is that song even on your iPod?" Prussia yelled at America.

America shrugged and paused the music. "Stevie Nicks kicks ass. Hater."

"Pick something else!"

Japan shook his head. "The dare was the next song on the playlist. I'm afraid you have to."

Hungary shook in anger. "But-!"

"DOODLES!" Poland yelled.

"GRAH!" Hungary grabbed Prussia's shoulders. Prussia yelled out in fear, but after a few seconds he realized Hungary was doing nothing violent and he opened his eyes. Hungary was glaring at the floor, face an unbelievably adorable red. He blushed.

"Landslide" filtered through the speakers again and Prussia tried to find an acceptable place to put his hands. He hovered his palms over Liz's hips, then waist, then back. She bit her lip a snickered at his hopeless confusion as Stevie Nicks' voice filled the room.

"Took my love and I took it down."

Prussia finally placed his hands high on Hungary's back and tried to lead. They stumbled around each other for a second and Liz stopped him, exasperated.

"Are you trying to lead?" she asked.

"Duh- I'm the man!"

Hungary rolled her eyes and the song filled the air. "You can't lead from the top of my back, tard. Put your hands on my waist."

Prussia blushed. "Your waist?"

"Fine," Hungary said. "I'll lead." She tried to put her arms around Gilbert's waist and he leapt back, mortified.

"F-fine, I'll lead from your waist!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?"

Gilbert stepped awkwardly around in the most basic waltz he knew. Hungary let him lead and occasionally readjusted her hold on his neck. They tried to ignore the camera phones and the snickering from the rest of the party, but it was difficult.

"Can the child within my heart rise above?"

Prussia tentatively raised his eyes too look at Hungary's face. She was blushing harder than he ever remembered her. He smiled.

"That dress is really pretty," he whispered.

Hungary shot a withering glare at him. "You're pushing your luck, Gilbert," she hissed.

"I'm just saying," Gilbert whispered as soulful guitar played on. "You've looked a lot worse."

"That is not sweet. In any sense of the word."

Prussia spun Hungary around experimentally. She let him. "Sorry," he whispered. "Let me rephrase that. You've worn worse costumes."

"Like what?" Hungary whispered.

"Like when we were kids and you tried to be an actual witch?"

Hungary smiled slightly. "And those villagers chased me for a mile because they thought I was going to eat their children?"

Prussia laughed and kept dancing.

"Well I've been 'fraid of changing cuz I built my life around you."

"Remember how I awesomely saved your ass?" Prussia murmured in Hungary's ear.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Your solution was to actually bite someone's kid."

"Stopped chasing you, though, didn't they?"

Hungary laughed and Prussia dipped her playfully.

"And I saved your ass with an actual getaway horse," Hungary grinned. "Because that's how normal people rescue their friends."

Prussia rolled his eyes. "Normal's overrated."

Hungary smiled and pulled herself closer to Prussia. Guitar swelled.

"You look really great tonight," Prussia whispered.

"What, like, I'm a convincing witch?"

Gilbert smiled. "That too."

The smile fell from Hungary's face. "Wait, what do you mean?"

Gilbert spun Liz and smiled secretively. "What do you mean, 'what do I mean?'"

"Well I've been 'fraid of changing cuz I built my life around you. But time makes us bolder, children get older, I'm getting older too."

Gilbert pulled Liz in close. "I mean you look beautiful tonight. Duh."

Hungary blushed. "W-what?"

Gilbert laughed. "You should see your face! I didn't know it was possible for you to blush so hard!"

Hungary smacked him. "You jerk! You don't just say stuff like that because you think it's funny!"

Prussia shrugged. "Sorry. I didn't realize it was gonna be funny."

"Take my love, take it down."

Hungary bit her lip and glared over Prussia's shoulder.

"Oh, climb a mountain and turn around."

Prussia whispered something quietly and Hungary looked at him.

"What?"

"If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, well the landslide will bring you down, down."

"I said," Gilbert whispered quietly, "that I miss you.

Hungary felt her face burn.

"And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills…"

"Liz?"

"Well maybe the landslide will bring it down."

"Liz."

"Oh, oh, the landslide will bring it down."

Hungary felt her face move closer to Prussia's. Gilbert blushed. They swayed back and forth to nonexistent music.

Prussia felt Hungary's breath on his lips and leaned in slowly.

"Woah-oh-oh, yeah yeah yeah…"

Prussia and Hungary leapt away from each other in humiliation as America laughed.

"Haha! Friday! Why does this seem like a good song right now?"

"Because you're drunk?" Canada suggested.

"You idiots!" England seethed. "You absolute mood killers! They were so close!"

"Close to what?" America said obliviously.

Hungary and Prussia shot each other a nasty look and tried to get as far away from each other as possible. Spain gave him a thumbs-up and Gilbert flipped him the bird.

"Shut up, England," Hungary growled. "We weren't doing anything."

England smiled condescendingly. "Of course not, love. Of course not."

Just as Hungary opened her mouth, the doorbell rang.