A/N Hello, Epic here~!

Okay, so there's this background to this chapter: There's, like, this factory building in my city called Norcan and one time we were driving past it and I think to myself "Huh, what Hetalia pairing would that be?" so I lazily try to figure it out and then I realize- HOLY FUCK, NORWAY AND CANADA! EW!

But... the more and more we passed that building... the more and more I began to think that... actually... it would be sorta cute... AND SO THEN HERE WE ARE.

And also, someone wanted to see Vietnam? I'll try to put her in here!

So anyhoo, that's all.

"Can we leave now?" asked America, lolling about in his seat. "I'm so bored I could eat Iggy's cooking just for kicks."

England shot up from his seat, glaring furiously at America. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT MY COOKING, YOU ARSE?!"

America sniggered and leaned back in his seat. "Oh, nuthin', nuthin'... 'cept that it tastes like shit."

England sat back as if he had been hit, and the room went quiet. "What... what do you mean...?" he whispered. America got up and ran to England, excuses tumbling out of his mouth faster than lightning, but before he could reach him-

"NO DRAMA DURING THE POCKY GAMES," thundered a loud voice from the heavens- aka Hungary's seat. She moved faster than a viper and suddenly she was blocking America's path, holding her frying pan as if it was Thor's hammer. "No. Drama," she said in a dangerous voice. America stopped in his tracks, eyes widening in fear. Even he wasn't stupid enough to mess with Hungary on a warpath. That woman was scary!

"B-but... Hungary, I hurt Iggy's feelings and—-"

"Is this a face that looks like it cares?" Hungary asks, grabbing Vietnam and putting her where she had just been.

"No, it isn't," said Vietnam, standing up tall and glaring at America. She set one end of her paddle on the ground and leaned nonchalantly on it, twisting her ponytail around and around her finger in a sort of nervous tic, but when America made to move forward the paddle was swinging at his head in a matter of seconds.

"No drama," Hungary said with a smirk. "Just fluff."

There was silence for a long, long moment, broken only by the ticking of a random clock no one had even noticed before. Finally, the silence was ended by Japan clearing his throat.

"Well, since no one seems to want to volunteer for the pocky game, we will be having a, um, wide selection of judges choose the next pairing- people. Judges, please come stand by me." Hungary went over to Japan, grabbing Ukraine and Taiwan on the way.

"Who should we pick?" Hungary asked the other two women. Taiwan looked out over the crowd, looking each and every nation over carefully, but before she could even settle on one person Ukraine awkwardly raised her hand.

"U-um, Hungary, I have a suggestion..." she said, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"What is it?" Hungary asked curiously.

"I was thinking... um, well, I would really like to see Norway and Canada do the pocky game together."

"Canada? Who's that?" asked Hungary. Canada whimpered, and instantly Prussia ran forward and gave him a great big bear hug.

"IT'S OKAY BIRDIE! I LIKE YOU," he yelled.

Norway was looking vaguely uncomfortable. "I don't want to do the Pocky Game with Canada," he said. "I don't even know who he is."

"I'm Canada," Canada exclaimed quietly.

"I know you're Canada, don't worry," Prussia said soothingly.

"Who're you?" Kumajirou asked Canada.

"Canada and Norway please step to the middle of the table," said Hungary in her commanding voice, immediately sending both the nations in question to their feet. Canada hugged Kumajirou tightly to his chest and tried not to be completely terrified of Norway (he had seen Norway whack Denmark far too many times to completely trust the Nordic nation) while Norway worried about being around Canada, who seemed... really, really shy. Norway knew how it was to be shy, and he didn't want to scare the American nation away.

"Choose your pocky!"

Norway looked over the choices and was about to ask Canada what he wanted when he noticed that Canada wasn't next to him anymore. He looked around wildly, only to find that Canada was picking up a box of maple syrup flavored pocky.

"Can we use this flavor?" he said, eyes wide and hopeful. Norway nodded. The look on Canada's face reminded him of Iceland when he was little, and he just couldn't say no.

"Sure," he said.

"Good, because I wasn't taking no for an answer." Norway stared in surprise as Canada walked over, opening the box on the way. He took out one of the bags filled with pocky and opened it, then pulled out one stick and examined it from one end to the other.

"It's beautiful," he said, eyes wide and shining. Norway fidgeted awkwardly. What was with this weird Canadian? It was just pocky.

Canada held the pocky out to Norway, who took it and put one end in his mouth, already knowing the drill, as he had done this twice. Odin, it was like the rest of the world was picking on him! He sighed lightly, then watched as Canada leaned forward to take the frosting-covered part of the pocky in his mouth. He made a small noise in the back of his throat at the taste, making Norway blush. Weird little country. He looked too much like America to be cute, but...

Norway took a large bite of the pocky, wanting to get this over with quickly. Sadly, he had underestimated the little Canadian, who gave him a look that would have made the gods whimper. Norway decided right then that he would not take another bite, but he also wouldn't lose, because Canada seemed vaguely evil and he didn't want to be asked to play hockey with him or something. He shivered just at the thought. The smallish Canadian might accidentally kill him, if he was anything like the brother with whom he shared his looks.

Norway watched, sweat slithering down the back of his neck, as Canada slowly chewed his way along the pocky, letting out occasional breathy moans, as if he was doing it on purpose just to drive Norway insane. Also, Norway could somehow feel Prussia's eyes burning into his back, just warning that if he tried anything with his "Birdie" he would destroy Norway. Oh goody...

Canada nibbled his way to the end of the pocky, then stopped just before he would touch Norway's lips. Their eyes met, and they both blushed and looked away. Norway wasn't sure if he should quickly snatch up the rest of the pocky, or just let Canada win so that this could end. But... losing was not one of Norway's strong suits, and losing on purpose?! It was just not the Viking way!

He squeezed his eyes shut, then went for it: He bit down hard on the pocky and yanked it from the Canadian's slack lips, then gobbled it up. Canada looked at him in surprise, and a silence descended upon the World Meeting room. Norway look around, wondering if her had done something bad. He saw Prussia and Denmark exchange money, Denmark looking extremely pleased with himself.

"Were you... were you betting on me?!" he asked dangerously. Denmark and Prussia instantly froze.

"Um... n-no! Why would we do that?" Denmark asked, sweating slightly.

"The Awesome Me would never!" Prussia insisted nervously.

Norway smiled creepily. "Lucky for you both, I can test that with the spellbook I so thoughtfully brought..."

Denmark paled, then turned and ran from the room, followed quickly by Prussia. Norway smiled sadistically, then turned to Japan and Hungary. "I have to ask Canada to do something now, correct?"

Hungary smirked, nodding. "What do you want from him?"

Norway thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he has to let me teach him an anti-invisibility spell."

England suddenly shot up from his seat, eyes wide. "Why didn't I think of that?!" he wondered.

"Because you didn't have to leave really quickly to go kill some stupid nations." And with that, he left, walking slowly after the disappearing Denmark and Prussia, though somehow the hallway seemed to be moving toward the magic-using nation, somehow pulling the other two back to him...

Canada watched him go with lights in his eyes. "He... he's going to teach me to be visible..." he whispered to Ukraine, who died of cuteness. Hungary giggled as she tried to staunch her bleeding nose.

"Yeah, I suppose he is," she told the cutely smiling Canada as she signaled Japan over to take pictures that they would then sell to Prussia. Japan nodded, smiling secretly as he ninja-jumped to the ceiling.

These would be excellent pictures...

A/N WELL! There was Vietnam! Oh, and if there's a weird lull in the middle, sorry, I wrote the beginning a while ago and it was weird and yeah, it might not fit perfectly with the end, but whatever. XP

ANYWAYS SOMETHING WILL BE COMING NEXT. POSSIBLY SOMETHING BY OUR NEWEST MEMBER, VIVA. Sadly, Micro is taking... what we will call a prolonged hiatus. *cries* She will be missed.