3rd Person...

After an hour, every country was sitting in the living room back to normal. Luna and Daisy were out to get clothes for the whole lot. For the meantime, some were wearing normal T-shirts and jeans the girls had dug out, and others had some towels wrapped around them.

"…Well, this sucks." Was all Iceland said as Sakura perched with Mr. Puffin. "How exactly do we get home?"

~Fin-just kidding!~

"Well, it will take a lot of research." Norway stared at a notebook Luna had lent him, where he had jotted down many notes with England, whom Ciel had returned after Luna explained everything. "But I'm glad the girls who found us are so accepting of everything."

Now as human/normal country form, the groups were slightly different. Italy and Finland were chatting happily together about pets and food. America, Prussia, and Denmark were happily shouting and arguing who was the most awesome. France and Japan were discussing manga and anime. Russia, Latvia, Iceland, and Sweden were off in a corner…doing whatever they were doing. Norway and England were sitting next to each other, chatting quietly and taking notes. The others were scattered elsewhere…Canada was actually sitting on the

The door shut quietly as Luna and Daisy returned, hefting several shopping bags on each arm.

"Could some of you help out and grab the other clothes?" Luna pointed with her thumb. "There's a lot of clothes we got for all of you."

Quietly, England, Finland, and Norway got up and walked towards the driveway, gawking at the mountain of bags packed in the back.

"…Just how much did this cost, love?" England asked Luna as she giggled nervously.

"Uhm…over two hundred dollars…?" She winced as Finland, Norway, and Daisy nearly got crushed by the bags quickly toppling out. "Gotta go!"

Shaking his head with a smile, England followed the girl to the trunk and nabbing a few bags. After a while, other countries began to help out until everything was inside and assigned to their person/country.

China squealed at the hello kitty adorned pajamas he was given. Iceland gave a faint smile at one shirt decorated with snowflakes and puffins. Italy cheered for a T-shirt that said Make pasta, not war. Japan blushed at his Hatsune Miku adorned jammies. Spain joyfully clapped a grumbling Romano on the back as he held up matching tomato shirts. Everyone chatted excitedly, shrugged indifferently, or grumbled, disappointed.

"We tried to find things that would match you guys…once everything's settled, you can go get your own...um…" Daisy gaped as all the countries held out credit cards. "…Should have said that earlier."

"Oh well," Luna shrugged happily, handing a bag to Norway. "Well, now we know!"

"Well, now we have to cook for so many people our size!" Daisy panicked, flailing her arms. "Woah, woah, woah! Your family owned a restaurant, right?"

"Still do…are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking what you're thinking~" Daisy wiggled her eyebrows.

"Food time!" They squealed in unison, piling all the countries out the door.

"It's just a block away." Luna grinned, pulling the Nordic 5, China, and England.

"They serve just about anything!" The blonde girl finished as they came to a large building. "It's called 'Flavors 'Round the World'!"

"Table for twenty, please," Luna held up an ID card to the waiter, eyes flashing with an air of responsibility. "Check my card, Jack."

"Ah, Miss Luna," The man bowed before gesturing. "Right this way."

Soon, they all had sat down at several tables pushed together for them.

Hey! I'm here again! Well, here's another fluffy chapter of Mochis! Well, now, countries? S. Korea: mochis originated in Korea, da-ze! Me: No, they're japanese! Japan: Hai, they are indeed a japanese treat. And...arigato for the Hatsune Miku pajamas. Me: Don't thank me, thank my oc, Luna! Um...where is she? Luna? Luuuna? *wanders off falling calling Luna's name* Japan: *shrugs* Thank you for reading Budgie-chan's stories. Just reading will make the author very happy.

~Budgies R Cute