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Jywy: Wow you guys, that's a whole lotta follows, favorites, and reviews ! *O* Thanks! :3

Shoutouts to the reviewers: Otaku-Jewel, LittleSnowDog, TearsMightDry, Pailrose, Guest, Falling Stars of Silver, chipsivanna, Blue Sock Monkey, ichiishigirl, LZ and maplepancakes99.

Haha! :D most of your suggestions are already on ze list! Well...maybe not UkrainexBelarus, GerAus, SwissAus, Germacest, SwitzXJapan, or RusAme...and all of these pairings are from Guest! XD We have to think about those...

Epic F. Awesomesauce: Here. I'm posting this 'specially for you guys. 'Cause I'm bored and I can't go on Tumblr and it's already written so, like, what the hell, amiright? So here, be happiness.

"Me! Me! I volunteer! JAPAN PICK ME! I WANT TO PLAY THE POCKY GAME WITH NORGE- OW!" Denmark was cut off in the middle of his ranting as Norway placed a hand on the top of his head and slammed him back into his seat.

"Aw, Norge, why'd you do that?" Denmark whined.

"Shut up!" Norway hissed. He would have looked menacing if his pale cheeks hadn't been such a lovely shade of pink. "I don't want to play that stupid pocky game with you!"

"But I wanna play with you!" Denmark said happily, bouncing back out of his seat again. "Ooh, what flavor do you want, Norge? Coconut? That sounds exotic, don't you think? Oh, oh, what about almond? I like almonds, I think! What are almonds again...? Hey, what's this flavor? Seamen? What does that mean? Norge, what does that-" Japan darted towards Denmark and grabbed the interesting pocky from him.

"That's my, ah... personal pocky." he said. Hungary watched him with disbelief in her eyes as he tucked the pocky into some hidden pocket of his sweater. Even France was looking rather awed at the Asian Nation's audacity.

"Oh... okay!" Denmark said. "Then, can me and Norge-"

"Norge and I." Germany corrected immediately.

"GRAMMAR NAZI!" America yelled, jumping up onto the table to point (heroically) down at Germany.

"-have the strawberry flavored one then?" continued Denmark, either ignoring or not noticing the glare-fest going on between America and Germany ("I am not a Nazi!" "I'M THE HERO!") and the fact that "Norge" was looking at him as if he wanted nothing more than for the island of Denmark to pull an Atlantis and sink to the bottom of the sea.

"Of course you can have the strawberry one!" said Hungary, jumping to her feet and taking charge (mostly by pushing America "The Hero" straight off of the table with her frying pan). "Here, I'll just get one out for you- it has to be a whole one, of course, because otherwise how would you even do it? -oh, who wants to take the end without frosting stuff, hmm? I mean, you'll still both get frosting in the end, but- oh, maybe I'll just snap it off- ah, there it is. Okay, are you two ready?" Hungary popped the part she had broken off into her mouth and smiled happily at the two Nordic nations.

"I am not doing this-" Norway started. He stopped when he noticed the look on Hungary's face- and, more importantly, the frying pan in her hand. Norway didn't protest as Hungary led Denmark and himself into the center of the World Meeting table. (And no, they didn't have to climb over the table; Japan used his super awesome ninja technology and sunk a section of table into the floor so that they could easily walk in through the gap.)

"Now, boys, remember," Hungary said in a completely fake "mother" voice. "Keep it at least rated R, okay? Feel free to have as much sex as you wan-"

"AHEM!" shouted England, looking flustered. "I don't actually want to see those two wankers getting each other off!"

"I do!" said France excitedly.

"The Awesome does as well!" cried Prussia. ("Bruder, I told you you're not allowed at World Meetings!" reprimanded Germany.)

"So does Spain!" cried France.

"Spain what?" asked Spain, who had been busy trying to pull on Romano's curl to pay attention to anything that had happened previously. "Hey, what's all that pocky for? Can I have some?"

"SILENCE!" shouted Hungary, hoisting her pan in the air. Instantly silence fell in the World Meeting room. "Now, Denmark and Norway will be playing the pocky game, and there will be no interruptions. Understood?" There was a wicked gleam in her eyes that told everyone present that if it wasn't understood she would beat it into them. "Good!" she said. "Now, Norway, Denmark, place the pocky in your mouths- yes, that's right, like that. Norway, it's not possible to keep a three foot distance from Denmark. Yes, that's right scoot closer. It's okay if you touch him." France sniggered. So did Hungary.

Two minutes later Denmark and Norway were finally in position. That sounds a lot more wrong than it necessarily needs to. By "in position" I mean that they were standing in the middle of the room with one side of a pocky stick clamped between their teeth. Norway was looking like he wanted to fall straight into the ground. Denmark looked a lot happier than Norway thought he should.

"Okay, are you both ready?" Hungary asked. Denmark started to nod before realizing he would break the precious pocky stick if he did, so in the end he just mumbled "Yeth!" Norway didn't bother replying. "Okay, on your marks, get set, g-"

"THE HERO SAYS GO!" cried America as he jumped back onto the table- right in front of England.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER!" yelled England. "YOU'RE BLOCKING MY VIEW!"

"I thought you didn't want to see them ravishing each other," America said with an evil grin. England blushed.

"I-it's just a pocky game..." he said.

Denmark nibbled carefully on his end of the pocky stick, watching as Norway blushed even more. He tried not to grin and waited for Norway to nibble on his own end, which he did, after a few moments of avoiding Denmark's eyes. Denmark grinned and then stopped so that he wouldn't break the pocky. It was the one thing connecting him to Norway, and he had to win this, because who knew what Norway would ask of him if he won? Probably to stay away from him forever...

They kept nibbling on their ends for about a minute, until finally the distance between their mouths was only about an inch or so. Norway's brows were furrowed, as if it was taking all his concentration to keep from running away, and Denmark had a hopeful look in his eyes that clearly said that he was hoping Norway wouldn't let go, so then they would end up kissing.

Finally, when there was barely half an inch between them, Norway pulled away, shivering and looking disgusted that he had just had such close contact with Denmark, gross! Denmark whooped and jumped into the air, eating the rest of the pocky (Norway had had one end in his mouth! It was almost like kissing!) and cheering. The rest of the nations clapped, though they hadn't really been paying attention. America and England had been having a funny argument and so everybody except Hungary and Japan had been focused on that.

"So, Denmark, what do you want Norway to do?" Hungary asked, an evil glint in her eyes. France suddenly started paying attention, and Japan looked like he was itching to grab his camera.

"I want..." Denmark said, stroking his chin (for some reason) and staring at Norway consideringly. Norway glared at him, embarrassed. "I want Norway to go on a date with me!" he finally said. Norway blushed, and Hungary quickly ran to the bathroom holding her nose, which seemed almost like it was bleeding...

"One date for Denmark and Norway," Japan said, writing it down in his notebook. "Now, who will be next?"

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Guess what pairing is next... :D