Hiya guys! I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting that this chapter was a little late, but I was really busy this week. Friday I went to a play with my mom, Saturday I saw The Hunger Games with my friend, and... yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes having an actual social life is annoying.

Anywho, I'd like to thank one of my awesome friends, Dutchypuppy, for making a cameo this chapter! She's called Dutch in the story. THANKS, DUTCH!

DISCLAIMER: Hey, wait, whoever owns Hetalia technically owns the world, right? Well, I don't own it yet, but I'm definitely gonna try my hardest!

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

"Ahem."

The nations all looked up from their breakfast plates as Night stood up from her seat at the head of the table. Maya, walking in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee, gave her a strange look before taking a seat as well.

"I have an announcement to make," Night said dramatically. The nations all watched curiously as Night cleared her throat once again.

"Penguin."

Night sat down. There was a collective raised eyebrow as all the nations stared, waiting for her to continue. She shrugged.

"Thanks." More raised eyebrows.

"I'm done."

"…"

The cast turned to Maya, looking for an explanation. She just rolled her eyes with a don't even bother expression on her face.

"Anyway," Night started, "today we're going to, uh…" She paused looking confused for a minute before rummaging around in her pockets.

"Problem?" England asked. Night nodded frantically.

"I can't find my idea book; I have no idea what we're supposed to do today!"

"You write down everything we're going to do, aru?" China asked incredulously. Night nodded again as she started looking under the table and various table ware.

"Of course! I always write down chapter ideas so I don't forget them."

A sigh was heard as Maya put her coffee cup on the table, only to have it promptly lifted out of the way by Night as she continued to search for her idea book. "There you go again, breaking the fourth wall. How many times is that now: five?"

"I think it's more like twelve," Night replied absentmindedly as she started feeling between the couch cushions. "I'm too lazy to read back and check."

Maya facepalmed. "Make that thirteen."

"Hey, Night?" America asked around the hamburger in his mouth. (The authoress asks herself where he got that, considering Night never served burgers for breakfast, before remembering that this was America, and the question was incredibly stupid. The authoress is now perfectly fine after being disemboweled last chapter, for anyone who cares. The only side effect seems to be a penchant for speaking about herself in the third person. But she digresses.)

"Yeah?" Night asked, attempting to search in the pockets of whatever nations were unlucky enough to be closest to her.

"If you kidnapped us to write a story for a class, how come you never go to the class?"

Night's eyes widened and, rather than praising America for actually saying something intelligent and not about hamburgers or heroes, she slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shh! Don't say-" She broke off as a black dot appeared in the wall, slowly getting bigger until it grew into a black hole about three feet in diameter.

"Crap! Crap crap crap crap crap!"

Night abandoned her search for her idea book in favor of panicking and running around like a deranged squirrel. "Now what am I going to do?"

"What is that?" Spain asked, pointing at the hole. Night sighed.

"It's a plot hole. They appear when someone points out an unrealistic or unexplained part of a story (Fourth Wall Destruction Count: 14)," she sighed.

"Why is it bad?" Italy asked, staring at the hole with a vaguely confused expression on his face. Night looked at it wearily.

"The plot hole will keep getting bigger the longer it's here. If we let it get big enough, it could start spitting out things from other universes, or even destroy this one," she explained. "Plus, the longer a plot hole is here, the more likely it is for more of them to form."

"So, how do we destroy this plot hole?" Japan asked from his seat at the table.

"I can normally dissipate them with a wave of my hand, but it only works with plot holes I create myself." Night groaned, plopping down on the couch next to Maya, whose gaze was fixed on the plot hole as if she could close it through sheer willpower.

"So, what, there's no way to get rid of it?" Prussia joined the conversation for the first time, apparently deeming it awesome enough for his input.

"Well, there is one way," Night tilted her head thoughtfully. "If we can provide an explanation for it in the story, then the hole will be filled in."

"Why don't you go to the class?" England asked from where he was examining the plot hole. Night sighed.

"The real reason I don't go is because the story wouldn't be half as interesting if I was gone half of the day. (Fourth Wall Destruction Count: 15) But I can't say that; it doesn't fit with the continuity of the story!" Her next words came out muffled as she buried her head in a throw pillow. "And I have to come up with something else soon, or you guys are going to recognize more plot holes and have no choice but to blurt them out!"

Romano glared angrily. "Do you really think we're so stupid that we can't keep our own damn mouths shu-"

"Hey, Night, if you have such a great security system, how did Lizzie get in without you knowing?" Italy's eyes widened and he slapped a hand over his mouth.

"I didn't mean to, I swear!"

As he spoke, another dot appeared in the middle of the room, growing until it was the same size as the other, though this one was floating around instead of attached to a wall. Night didn't even lift her head from the pillow.

"Great, this one's mobile. No one go near it; anything that gets too close to it might get sucked in. And even I don't know where you'll end up." She finally lifted her head. "And don't worry, Italy, it's not your fault. The more plot holes there are, the harder it is to resist pointing out more."

She jumped up, walking over to the original plot hole. Making sure to keep a safe distance away, she eyed it thoughtfully. "Okay, how to close you…?" She closed her eyes, and after a few moments they flew open and a grin appeared on her face. She snapped her fingers and a light bulb poofed into existence above her head, flicking on.

"I've got it! I don't go to my class because-" She was cut off as the hole started increasing in size, and something appeared in the middle of it. She scrambled back as the thing got bigger, until they could see it was a foot in a black ankle boot. It was soon followed by another foot, a pair of legs in jeans, a torso covered by a blue and white striped T-shirt, and finally a girl popped out, landing heavily on her butt.

As she got gingerly to her feet, the cast members saw that she had long brown hair and a pair of black kamas strapped to her back. She looked around and, seeing the cast members, let out a whoop.

"Yes! I finally found the right one!"

"Dutch?" The nations turned to see Night staring at the girl with a confused look on her face. A few seconds later it melted into a grin, and she ran over and hugged the girl. "Dutch! What are you doing here?"

"Wait, you know this strange girl?" Russia asked, and Night flinched as he stepped towards them.

"Yeah, Dutch is my friend! She showed up in The YuGiOh Project too; that shirt she's wearing is one she bought off Bakura (Fourth Wall Destruction Count: 16)."

Dutch grinned as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt. "Yup, and I love it! And I'm here because I've been trying to stalk one of you. I was going through plot holes trying to find you, and I just did!"

"Who are you trying to stalk?" Hungary asked from the couch, where she'd been talking with Italy.

"FLYING MINT BUNNY!" Dutch launched herself at the space next to England. She was glomping something, but none of the others could see it. Well, almost none.

"You can see my friends too?" England gaped in astonishment as Dutch hugged the flying bunny, who looked ecstatic that there was more than one person acknowledging its existence. Dutch grinned.

"Yeah, all fangirls can! (Fourth Wall Destruction Count: 17)"

"Wait, you mean those imaginary friends he's always talking to are REAL?" America gaped at the apparently empty space Dutch was cuddling in awe. England glared at him.

"Of course they are! I've been telling you that for centuries!"

"Hey, Night, my awesomeness demands an explanation for how you manage to set up all those traps every night!" Prussia blurted out while America and England fought in the background and Dutch started talking to England's unicorn friend. After a moment, his eyes narrowed.

"Shit! I didn't mean to say that, but I was too awesome not to!"

Night stomped her foot, turning to glare angrily behind her where another plot hole was forming in the kitchen.

"DANGIT!"

Prussia, who still distinctly remembered the dungeon, let out a (very manly… sure, let's go with that…) shriek and ducked behind Hungary. She glared at him and pulled out her frying pan.

Night facepalmed. "Great, now I have three of these things to deal with!"

Suddenly Dutch, who seemed to have released Flying Mint Bunny for the moment, walked up to her friend. "Hey, Night, one of the plot holes is eating your refrigerator."

"WHAT?"

They all sprinted into the kitchen just in time to see Night's refrigerator disappear into the hole. Maya's eyes widened and she began herding the cast members out of the kitchen as fast as she could.

"Hey, wait, what's wrong?" France asked, seeing the frightened look Maya was shooting at Night, who was standing frozen in the middle of the kitchen. She shook her head.

"Trust me, you guys don't wanna be around for thi-"

"What…" Night suddenly spoke in a low, even voice. Somehow, that made her all the more terrifying. "…The. CRAP!" Suddenly her head snapped up, a glare angry enough to vaporize the moon on her face.

"That is the THIRD FRIGGIN TIME! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU ANIME CHARACTERS AND DESTROYING MY REFRIGERATOR? !"

The cast members all cowered behind Maya, who looked at them sympathetically. "Her fridge got destroyed twice in the last story (Fourth Wall Destruction Count: 18 {Shouldn't it be rubble by now?}); she's still a little touchy about it."

Dutch poked her head into the kitchen, swinging one of her kamas around like a baton. "Hey, sorry to be the bearer bad news again, but I think you guys might want to take a look at this."

They all walked into the living room to see that the two plot holes were breaking apart, multiplying into what looked like dozens in less than a minute. Everyone turned slowly to Night, wincing as they saw she was literally shaking with suppressed rage. Her fists clenched, and for a moment it looked like she was going to tear them all in half.

"Dutch," she said after a moment, voice wavering slightly as she put all her effort into not screaming, "you are welcome to continue stalking us, but for the moment, please do it in another part of the house."

Dutch, who had seen Night in this mood before, wisely backed out of the room after patting the unicorn one last time.

Night took a deep breath, relaxing her fists and pulling a bandana from her pocket. She tied it around her head, then grabbed the Magic Book and a pencil. Her angry face became a determined smirk.

"Let's do this." She suddenly started running around to each plot hole, yelling out plot explanations and scribbling furiously in the Magic Book.

"I don't go to the class because I take it online! Lizzie got in because she snuck into the house before the security system went up!…"

The cast watched her run all around the room, leaving a trail of closing plot holes in her wake. Less than five minutes later, the only one left was the one in the kitchen.

"…And the traps are on a timer; they go into place automatically at the same time each night."

She slowed to a stop, then stared as the plot hole in front of her closed. At the last second, it spit her fridge out, right back into its original spot. Night grinned and started jumping up and down.

"YAY! I'm starving!" She opened it and started rummaging around. After a few moments, the cast members heard a delighted squeal.

"Hey guys, guess what!" Night ran into the living room, waving a small book over her head. "I found my idea book! It was in the refrigerator the whole time!"

For the second time, the nations performed a simultaneous facepalm. They were getting quite good at it.

Once again, sorry for the late update. I'll try to get the next one out in less than a week, depending on the amount of homework I get.