Top of the morning/evening/whatever time zone you happen to be in, dear readers! Sorry for those who were expecting this yesterday; I had some technical difficulties. (By which I mean I had a stupid chemistry test to study for) But, here's the next chapter, I hope you all like it!

DISCLAIMER: *insert witty line explaining the fact that I don't own Hetalia here*

LET THE STORY COMMENCE!

"Hey, hey, Night!"

Night was jolted awake as something heavy landed on her and proceeded to bounce up and down on her bed. Her sleep-hazed brain struggled for a few minutes, then produced two possible options for what could be in her room in the middle of the night: evil space badgers, or-

"Italy?"

Italy grinned, now sitting at the foot of Night's bed. "Yup! Good morning!"

Night glanced at the clock and, catching sight of the time (seven A.M.), suddenly found herself wishing for the evil space badgers. At least if they woke her this early she could blast them with a laser gun.

"Italy, what are you doing up this early?" she groaned, still half-asleep, "I thought you loved sleeping in."

"I do!" Italy replied happily. "But I wanted to make everyone breakfast. Can I?"

Night grinned slightly at the prospect of not having to cook, as well as getting to eat some of Italy's amazing food. "Of course. The kitchen's all yours as long as you promise not to wake me before nine again."

Italy nodded brightly. "Okay!"

"And if you need any help, don't ask England!" Night called after him. For a second, she pondered whether letting Italy cook without supervision was wise, before deciding it was something she could deal with after another few hours of rest, and promptly fell back to sleep.

Night awoke precisely two hours later feeling refreshed, the worry she'd felt about Italy and her kitchen all but forgotten. She walked downstairs, not bothering to wake the nations; she'd do it after she checked on Italy.

Night had walked into a destroyed kitchen many times over the past year. She'd seen it on fire, she'd seen it covered with pie, and she'd had to deal with an exploded refrigerator. Twice.

Still, this was the first time she'd ever walked into a kitchen that was buried in pasta. There was pasta piling on tables, chairs, and the floor, as well as making a trail outside, where Night could see that her swimming pool had been converted into a giant pasta bowl.

Italy stood in the middle of the kitchen, humming softly and cooking even more pasta. He looked up, grinning, when Night entered the room.

"Hiya, Night! Look at all the pasta I made! I didn't know how much to make because there are so many of us, so I just made a whole bunch!"

Night sighed deeply and resisted the extremely strong urge to start yelling. "Italy," she asked slowly, "where did you even get all of this pasta?"

Italy smiled brightly. "I looked in the pantry, and I only saw one box. But when I picked it up, another one appeared! So I kept taking them, and more kept appearing!"

Night facepalmed. "Crap, I forgot I made it do that." She sighed, before turning to Italy.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't think-" She stopped, looking thoughtful for a minute before turning to look at the pasta that was already piled in the pool. A devious smile grew on her face.

"Italy, I'm going to go wake up everyone else. I need you to take all the pasta that's in here and put it on top of the pasta that's in the pool, okay?"

Italy saluted. "Okay! But why do you want all the pasta out there?"

Night grinned. "That, my dear Italy, is a surprise."

Night stood at the top of the stairs to the third floor next to a barrel taller than she was. She tapped it lightly, smirking as she thought about its contents.

She was lucky to have so many of these bouncy balls. They were by no definition ordinary bouncy balls. These little gems were known as Giggle Balls, and they had a peculiar ability. When one was bounced against anything, such as, say, stairs, it would start giggling extremely loudly.

Night eyed the barrel, and wondered just how that giggling would sound when magnified by about four thousand. She shrugged; only one way to find out.

She tipped the barrel over, and there was a loud thundering sound as the balls tumbled down the stairs and through the hallway, giggling madly all the while. It was so loud, Night almost couldn't hear herself laughing like a maniac. Almost.

The nations all poured out of their rooms at the noise, yelling as they tried to figure out what was going on and slipping on the balls that were now starting to trickle down the main stairs and out the -conveniently open- front door.

"What the hell?" England cried as he fell over and got smacked in the face with one of the laughing balls.

Hungary had taken refuge on top of one of the hall tables. "What are these things?"

"I don't know, but whatever they are, I need to get some!" Prussia cried, stuffing a few in his pockets. Germany, who had somehow managed to stay upright, glared at his older brother.

"No."

"Aww, but West-"

"No."

Once the last Giggle ball had passed through the door (proceeding down the street and waking all of Night's unfortunate neighbors; they were used to this kind of thing by now, and just went back to sleep), the nations got up, sharing confused and sleepy glances. Night bounded up to them, a huge grin on her face.

"Morning! I already have an activity planned for today, so I want you all to dress in clothes that you'd be okay with getting dirty and come downstairs, got it?"

Without waiting for a reply, she raced down the stairs, leaving the nations to share even more confused glances. They were starting to get the feeling they'd be doing that a lot here.

By the time the others had gotten dressed and downstairs, Night and Italy had managed to pile all of the pasta into the pool. It now stood at least two stories high, and its tip was even with the deck that wrapped around the third floor of Night's house.

Strangely, none of them looked that surprised about the extreme amount of pasta. Then again, being friends with Italy, they were probably used to it.

"Okay, is everyone here?" Night asked, counting heads once again. She led them up to the top deck, where there were various snowboards, sleds, and skis lined up.

The nations were beginning to see where this was going, and they really didn't like it.

"So, are you guys ready to ski?"

Japan looked nervously at the mountain, then back at Night. "Um, Night-san, I really do not think that this is the best id-"

"LET'S KICK IT!" Night, ignoring him, strapped on a snowboard and jumped off the deck. She careened down the side of the mountain, pasta and sauce coating the nations and the outside of the house as she weaved through the pasta.

"WOOHOO!"

She got to the bottom, and grinned up at them. "You guys have to try this!"

An understanding passed between the nations, and they all began to back away towards the relative safety of their rooms. Well, almost all.

"I want to try!" Italy picked out a sled and started towards the mountain. Germany facepalmed.

"Italy, this is not safe and incredibly stupid!"

He stepped forward, trying to grab Italy before he could jump onto the mountain. He managed to grab Italy's shoulder as the smaller nation was balancing on the railing, but Italy was knocked off balance, sending both him and Germany over the side. With a yell, one of joy and one of shock, they both went flying down the mountain in the sled, sliding to a stop next to Night. She grinned, and gave a high-five to Italy and Germany, the latter of which looked like he was about to be sick.

"Dude, that totally looks like fun!" America grabbed two pairs of skis, offering a pair to England and, surprisingly, Canada, who had been hanging back from the rest of the group.

"Come on, this is so going to be off the hook!"

England eyed the mountain with distaste. "This is ridiculous, and I refuse to be a part of i- PUT ME DOWN!"

America just laughed, England slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Lighten up, dude, you're way too stressed!"

With that, he forced the skis onto the protesting England before all but throwing him down the mountain. England managed to keep his balance, but was looking positively murderous by the time he reached the bottom. Night wisely refrained from giving him a high-five, and got the impression that if she wanted America to live another day, she'd have to put him in another room for a while.

Meanwhile, at the top of the mountain, America was turning to his brother as he strapped on a snowboard. "You coming, dude?"

Canada was smart enough to realize he'd be going whether he wanted to or not. It was only a matter of whether he got there by his own devices, or by being chucked over the side. He was halfway down the mountain before America had finished speaking.

France tossed his hair. "If that unstylish tea-brain can ski on pasta, then someone as handsome as moi should have no trouble!"

Ignoring England's enraged yelling, he skied gracefully down the mountain. Night's attempts to give him a high-five were hindered by England's less-than-successful attempts to strangle the Frenchman.

"I think this could be fun. I will try it now." Everyone else skittered away as Russia strode forward, grabbed a toboggan, and slid down the mountain. His grin when he got to the bottom was enough to make Night stop cheering for others to try it and hide behind Canada.

"It was not like snow," was his only comment, though the smile made Night relatively sure he'd enjoyed it. Well, she hoped.

Up until then, Japan and China had both been attempting to escape. Japan, because he didn't want to do something so reckless and improper, and China because Russia was at the bottom.

"Hey, where are you guys going?" Spain grinned at the two Asian nations inching towards the door, and China felt the strong urge to smack Spain with his wok.

"We do not wish to partake in this activity," Japan said quietly. Spain only grinned wider.

"Oh, you don't mean that! Come on, it looks like fun!" He grabbed them both by the arm, ignoring their protests and sitting them in a sled. Before they could get out, Spain gave them a push, and they held on for dear life as they made their own journey down the mountain.

They were met at the bottom with a high-five from Night and a barf bag from Germany.

"Alright, stand back everyone, 'cause the awesome me is about to blow you all out of the water!" Prussia was balancing on the railing with a snowboard, huge grin on his face.

"Prepare to eat my dust, you non-awesome los- OW!"

A well-placed whack to the back of the head via frying pan had him sliding face-first down the pasta. When he got to the bottom he jumped up, glaring at a smug-looking Hungary.

"NOT FAIR!"

Hungary skied down, frying pan still in hand as she came to a stop in front of him. "Deal with it."

Prussia glared, but just walked away, muttering something about revenge. Night inched over to Hungary, giving her a discreet fist-bump.

Back at the top, Spain and Romano were the only two left.

"Let's go, Romano!"

Romano scowled, crossing his arms. "No fucking way."

"Oh, but I don't want to go by myself! Please?" Spain clasped his hands together, a hopeful expression on his face. Romano rolled his eyes, but relented.

"Fine."

Spain ignored the begrudging tone. "Great!"

He grabbed a sled, and the two made the final descent down the mountain, which by now was looking a little worse for wear. Most of the pasta had slid to the bottom with the nations, and it was starting to tilt to one side.

"What are we going to do with all this pasta, aru?" China asked, staring at the remains of the mountain. Italy grinned.

"We'll eat it!"

Japan sighed. "Italy, it has been piled up on the dirty ground and slid upon by over a dozen people. I'm afraid this pasta is no good."

Italy looked devastated by that news and, with yet another sigh, Germany went to comfort him. Canada, meanwhile, turned to Night.

"So, what are we going to do with all this pasta?" he asked quietly.

Night thought for a moment before her face lit up with another idea. Grabbing a handful of pasta and taking aim, she threw it. It connected squarely with the back of England's head.

"PASTA FIGHT!"

For the record, I would so have a pasta fight at my house if my parents would let me. Wouldn't that be so awesome? Anywhoodles, I hope you liked it, and I'll post the next chapter sometime next week!