A/N: I must address someone, Nederlands Meisje.

She does speak French... just she can't pronounce some words that all happened to end up in her directions. Also, she doesn't like to practice speaking French, because it takes to much phlegm, therefor, she is rusty at speaking it.

Next, well, just because her people were good painters, doesn't mean she is. Example in real life: I'm Prussian, but I'm not a complete army brat, nor do I hate Jews, Homosexuals, Gypsies, or Jehovah's Witnesses. I love all people (unless they piss me off) Just because my people did certain things, doesn't mean I do.

And, if you have a problem, with her name, go somewhere else. I've been writing with Fem!Netherlands for about seven months now and that's been her name since the beginning. Sorry if you don't like it, no one else has had a problem with it.

Anyway... this is a timeskipped chapter, it's a few days ahead of the last one. It's the 31st of October just to make sure everyone knows.

Also, yes I am copying the Hetaween event. A lot of it is just explaining (in my headcannons) why they went as those things to Hetaween in cannon artwork. Be warned of Romano's mouth.

Who else freaked out when Luxembourg appeared? Okay, it was probably just me, because it was only the back of his head and his chin, but who cares. And I'm probably the only one who practically died when Hong Kong and Iceland appeared together. The lonely IceKong lover.

Um, enjoy? Spel's POV.

Just so everyone knows, their's quite a few human names in this. If you're unsure of who they are, look at my profile, there's a huge list of names there.

I groaned and tried to keep myself entertained. I was sitting next to the male Cyprus because the female one was off bothering Arthur for "child support". I think it was about the two military bases, Akrotiri and Dhekelia that England left in the country.

"Will you two shut up? I'm trying to give a presentation." America grumbled from her position at the front of the room.

"He won't give me child support!" She shouted.

"They aren't even personified!"

"Well, they're still your children!" She said and pushed him. I rubbed my eyes in frustration and looked up to see England digging in his wallet.

"Here, have 11 Euros." He said and pushed the bills into her hand. "That's all the money I've got in my wallet in your currency." I heard snickers from around the room. I shook my head while smiling and watched them both sit back down.

"Now that that is over, I think we should move on." The male India, Devaraja Misra, said as he stood up. Despite what most people thought, he wasn't that conservative. His best friends were me and Gilbert after all. "I propose we have a Halloween party tonight." He said happily. "We'll have a costume contest, to see what group has the best cohesive theme."

"Group?"

"Yes! You can only enter in groups. Any combination of nations is allowed, but it has to be in groups!" He said, standing on the table. Good idea. "And I will be the judge, along with Gilbert and Spelletje."

Despite my objections, that's how it wound up, and I was sitting with Johan, Bella, Lovino, and Antonio, trying to find our cohesive theme.

"OH!" Belgium shouted. "We should go as the Little Red Riding Hood story Netherlands used to tell me and Lux!" I facepalmed.

"Bella, that involves you being Riding Hood, me being the wolf and dieing, Spain being a freaking hunter and Romano..." I looked over at him with a sad expression my face.

"YOU POTHEAD BITCH! YOU MADE ME THE FUCKING GRANDMOTHER DIDN'T YOU?" He screamed. I saw Johan start to laugh and I hit him.

"Yes, I did." I said with a smirk.

"THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I'M DRESSING UP IN A FUCKING GRANNY DRESS FOR YOU, ASSHOLES!" He screamed again.

"Well, I'm a judge, so I can't compete, and Johan is going to stand in for me as the wolf. I'm guessing he wouldn't want to switch with you. Spain will always be the hunter, no matter what, and I doubt you want to be Little Red Riding Hood." I said as he sat back down. He pouted as we started talking again.

"NETHERL- err- SPEL!" I turned around to see America running to me. A goofy smile was plastered on her face. I grunted in acknowledgement. "Come with me!" She said and started dragging me away, leaving my group of four there.

"What?"

"You have to let me give your costume. You're going as the 'Big Bad Wolf' right?" She asked.

"Yeah..." I trailed off, not getting where she was going with that.

"Let's make you freakin' irresistible."

ΞΞΞTIMESKIPΞΞΞ

"Oh God, America, I will kill you." I seethed as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in one of those "neko" costumes. It was like a faux fur strapless bikini with wolf ears, shoes, and gloves. I moved my hands in the gloves that looked like paws.

"Well, that would just be mean. I'm calling Prussia and India so they can pick you up." She said and dialed it into her phone. I mumbled for a while and watched Alfred walk in. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Don't worry, female Seborga, female Luxembourg, and female Hong Kong are all dressing as things similar to you. You won't be the naked freak at the party." He said and kissed me again. I nodded and looked over at America. She was smirking.

Goddammit. I'm going to die now, aren't I.

ϪϪϪJOHAN'S POV + TIMESKIPϪϪϪ

I chewed on one of the snacks that India had made magically appear in the meeting room. Most people had already arrived and were staring at a certain pissed off Italian in a dress.

I smiled as I took a drink and looked to the door, where the sound of Bollywood music was coming. Soon, a crowd of women that India probably employed burst through with three people at the head of them. Two men in black suits and...

What the hell was she wearing?

A/N2: Okay, go ahead and flame me for a stupid chapter... it has to do with the plot, I swear! I know it's repetitive of the Halloween event, but it has to do with everything in a whole.

Sorry for the extensive swearing on Romano's part... that's just what he does.

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