A/N: Okay, no correct guesses, but contest is still going on. Guess the mystery object in Russia's suitcase! Winner gets a one-shot of any pairing they like. Clues: not alcohol, or weapons. Something for entertainment.

Sorry this chapter's really late, but I put in smut to make up for it! Forgive me?

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Brattyteenagewerewolf: Oh, yes, they're in for a long night, especially France and England. Mwahahaha. And I was there for a few weeks with my parents, we drove along the entire coast, stayed in Cape Town for a while with some friends, and also stayed at a safari park (not really sure what to call it) for a while as well. You're so lucky to speak the languages! *jealous* And Cape Town is beautiful, as is the rest of the country. And you're welcome for the compliments, you deserve them

Francey-pants98: No, sorry, not the right guess. BUT you did give me an idea…we'll see if it turns into anything

AniMe-n3rd-O-O: Oh, It's got plenty of both, but that's not the mystery item that will win you a one-shot! ;) Don't worry, everything is right with the world.

~China~CPOV~China~

At least now I could get some peace and quiet. I put on my pajamas, and got into bed- just in time to hear a strange banging noise from France and England's room. Oh God, no. I quickly ran to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones.

Ah, peace and quiet.

~France~FPOV~France~

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I moaned as England grabbed my head and smashed me into the wall repeatedly. This was NOT what I'd meant when I'd said I liked it rough. Not at all.

~*~*10 minutes earlier*~*~

"Oh honhonhon!" As soon as we walked into the room, I grabbed England and pressed him to the wall, and was about to place a kiss to his lips when he lashed out at me, accidentally hitting me on the thigh. I smirked.

"You know, Angleterre, I do like it rough…" He immediately proceeded to blush and shove me away, calling me all kinds of things. I really do love making him blush…

"Angleterre, what do you say we take this…further?" I asked, sliding a hand up his inner thigh.

"Get off, you bloody pervert!" He yelled, and slammed me against the wall, banging my head on it. Merde, he's strong.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I moaned as England grabbed my head and smashed me into the wall repeatedly. This was NOT what I'd meant when I'd said I liked it rough. Not at all.

"Never! Ever! Try! That! Again!" England roared at me, punctuating each word with a crack of my head against the plaster. Finally, he dropped me, leaving me against the wall.

~England~EPOV~England~

I'd completely let my pirate side loose on France, though admittedly he deserved it. I let him slide slowly down the wall, completely beaten, and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I heard some noise and assumed France was getting up.

When I walked back in, I the room was empty and the lights were off. I walked over to the bed, and saw France there, curled up in a corner. I really must have hurt him.

"I'm sorry" I tried. He turned towards me, azure blue eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Oh, sil vous plait. You're not sorry. You just don't like seeing ze people you hate cry." Something in my heart snapped.

"You idiot! I don't hate you!" I yelled at France and grabbed him in a hug. "I could never hate you…" The Frenchman let out a sob, clutching at my shirt. I just held on to him and let him get it all out.

"Merci."

"Don't mention it." I lay down under the covers on my side of the bed, but soon felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"FUCK OFF, FRANCE!"

A/N: pervert China! /shot/ Sorry! No translations, and 25th reviewer for the story gets a one-shot, any pairing they like, so Review/Fave/Follow!

XOXO, Lily