A/N: Well, it's nice to see you're reviewing again Lukáš.

Idiot.

Well, it's Johan's POV again, for everyone that isn't Lukáš.

I sighed and sunk into my chair for the meeting. Denmark had stopped bothering me, and I was happy about that.

I had started drawing aimlessly when I heard the door open again. I looked up and I swear to god, I had a heart attack.

What the hell was she wearing?

I shook my head and tried to look cool. Belgium sat down next to me and stared for a while. I looked over at him, annoyed.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You want her, don't you?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "But you can't get her because of Alfred."

"I have no idea-" I started, but he cut me off with a finger on my lips. Always the girly boy, wasn't he?

"You have a perfect idea of what I'm talking about." He said and glanced over at her. I glanced with him and jumped in surprise. My heart skipped a beat.

Why does this keep happening? I asked myself in my mind.

I scoffed, hiding the blush that I felt trying to go over my cheeks.

"I can help you get her."

"How?" I asked sarcastically.

"Drugs."

"No Bel. Just no. That's wrong." I said, knowing that it was a good idea.

"Sure it is." He said and got up. "Thank me later."

ЖЖЖSPELLETJE'S POVЖЖЖ

"You look good!" Alfred said and stared at the lacing. "And so do you." He said to America, who was standing next to me in the same get up, except in pink.

"Blame her." I sighed and hugged him. I smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'd rather not be wearing this."

"But you deserve to look good!" America said and I rolled my eyes.

"I never look good." I hissed at him. He rolled his eyes at me and kissed my forehead.

"You two are so cute!" America said in a high pitched voice. "You guys couldn't be more adorable."

"I know right?" Alfred said happily. I sighed and broke away from him. I smirked to myself and nodded to both of them before plopping down next to Johan.

"Oh, Germany was talking to me this morning." I said as I turned to him. "I'm now the official Netherlands. You've been taken from your post. You can go off and be your singer self again." I said quickly. He turned to me and looked down at the dress.

"What are you wearing?" He asked indignantly.

"America forced me into it." I hissed at him. He raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. "What is it now?" I asked, and indignant as him.

"You can't lie." He said and looked across the table, putting his pipe into his mouth. A bang sounded and the pipe was knocked from his fingers and mouth. Fast.

His eyes were wide in surprise and what looked like fear.

"No smoking in the meeting room!" I heard Switzerland shout from down the table. I looked at her, holding her gun up still. "That'll teach you a lesson."

"Hey!" Johan shouted and stood up. "That cost 110 Euros!"

"Then you should learn not to smoke!" She shouted back. Lichtenstein tried to calm her down, but Switzerland shoved him back with an elbow.

Johan pulled out his own gun and shot at Switzerland. He actually cut off a piece of her hair.

I heard a shot, but I didn't see where the bullet landed. I watched a shiver go up Johan's spine and saw him drop the gun.

"Don't mess with me." Switzerland said before turning around to apologize to Lichtenstein.

Johan sat down next to me and slammed the gun down on the table. I examined it and found that there was a round directly down the barrel.

"She should go on that American show "Top Shot" shouldn't she?" I asked, pondering how she did it.

"She'd win that's-"

Another fight broke out and he was silent. The room only quieted when Ludwig yelled at them to "Shut your traps or I'll set the spirit of Adolf on you!"

I was even surprised at his acceptance of his past.

"Please excuse my outburst." He coughed. "Mon- uh, Germany caught a cold last night and I'm to stand in for her." I watched him struggle with calling someone else "Germany". He was always him, and he'd probably never get used to calling someone else by his name.

The words were completely lost on me, because I eventually zoned out completely. I focused on Alfred across the table, who started signing to me in Dutch sign language.

"So... do you want to come over?" He asked through his hands.

"Sorry, no. I have work to do for school." I said. His face dropped. "Maybe tomorrow."

"You always have work to do."

"I know!" I tried to convey my state of annoyance. "I'm not trying to avoid you or anything! I just want to learn more." I said. He nodded understandingly and I pouted as he went back to his work.

ϪϪϪJOHAN'S POV + TIMESKIPϪϪϪ

She was out of the damn dress and making dinner. She was making it for the both of us, just so I wouldn't whine.

It was pancakes again, because she said she likes them. I was singing softly to myself in Swahili, so I was greeted only by silence. I jumped when I heard a loud crash from the kitchen.

I leaped up and looked over the island to see Spelletje looking at me innocently. I looked at her hands to see that dark syrup covering them. It looked like she broke the bottle and it practically exploded all over her hands.

I blinked in surprise as she brought her hand up to her mouth and started to lick the stuff off.

I felt the red spill over my cheeks, because I was exceptionally turned on by that.

DAMNIT LOLITACON! ! ! ! !

She looked at me like a five year old, and I swallowed hard.

"How old are you?" I asked, a little confused.

"Four." She said with a little smile. "Why?"

I facepalmed. So she has just as many mental problems as me, big surprise.

"Come on, let's get this washed off." I hissed at her, taking the pan off the hot burner. I grabbed her wrist and started to wash off her hand for her under the hot water.

"If you wanted to hold my hand, you could have just asked." She said sweetly and I blushed harder. When I was done with her hands, and my own, I nearly hit the ceiling, that was how high I jumped when she took my hand in hers. "You're pretty." She told me randomly.

I facepalmed again.

"I'll have to call Ukraine." I muttered and went to finish dinner for her.