A/N: Viva here! What's better than canon ships? CRACK SHIPS OF COURSE! This particular is very near and dear to my heart, just because it's SO. DARN. CUTE. I don't care if Switzerland tries to kill me, it be the truth!
Russia stood up and gave his creepy smile. "It's my turn to play the pocky game with America, da?"
America gulped and hid behind England, who shot him a glare as his hand strayed to his sword. "Over my dead carcass!"
"That can easily be arranged, comrade," Russia replied, pulling out his faucet pipe. The tension in the room got so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. A really, really dull one. Hungary looked torn between stopping the fight or sitting back and enjoying the contest for America's affections while Japan recorded it all on his camera. England and Russia tried to stare each other down, any second now they would-
"Oi, can I have a turn?"
The whole world turned to look at Sealand. The boy was fidgeting in his seat like a squirrel who'd drunk coffee flavored steroids.
"What was that?" Hungary asked.
"Can I have a go at the pocky game?" Sealand repeated.
Hungary looked at Japan who shrugged in turn. "Well, I don't see why not-"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" England protested, waving his sword around wildly. America quickly backed away and hid behind Canada instead. Almost all the countries wondered how America had suddenly become invisible.
"WANKER! YOU GOT A TURN!" Sealand yelled.
"I DIDN'T EVEN PLAY THE GAME PROPERLY!"
"Because someone acted like a stupid tsundere," Mexico muttered.
"I agree!" Ireland and Scotland shouted. Wales stayed silent but a smile tugged at his lips.
"SHUT UP!"
"YA WANNA GO?!" Scotland shouted, standing up and removing his coat to reveal that he was only wearing a kilt. The sheer manliness gave half the female nations nosebleeds.
Hungary's ever ready frying pan slammed down on the table and made a small crack in the thick oak boards. Everyone quieted down. Hungary waited a moment before turning to Sealand. "Right, who would you like to play with? Some attractive male micronation?"
Sealand shook his head, "No, I want to play with Liechtenstein!"
Hungary's disappointed sigh was cut off by the sharp report of a gun going off. Switzerland had fired his gun…. at France. The Frenchman had dodged in time and there was a hole in the wall behind him.
"Mon Dieu! What was zhat for?!"
Switzerland shrugged, "I dunno. I've always assumed that you'd be the one to harass my sister so I instinctively aimed for you."
France looked hurt. "How rude! I would never do such a thing! I've always said that love shouldn't be forced on someone!"
"And I'm a mint-colored flying rabbit," Mexico spat.
"Look, if zhis is about the Franco-Mexican War-"
BOOOOOOONNNNGGG!
A larger crack appeared in the table.
"We are getting distracted far too easily!" Hungary yelled. "Sealand, Liechtenstein, get over here. RIGHT. NOW."
"But-!" Switzerland said, clutching his blushing sister close.
"But-!" Russia protested, looking vainly for America.
"Both of you get out!" Hungary pointed to the door with her frying pan.
"But-!"
"NOW."
The two nations shuffled out of the room, grumbling all the while. Sealand picked out a vanilla flavored pocky and offered it to Liechtenstein. She carefully put one end in her mouth and waited for Sealand to do the same before she timidly nibbled at it. All the nations susceptible to cuteness "D'awwwed" at the sight of these two cuties.
"They'd make a good couple," Canada whispered. England opened his mouth to protest but shut it again the next second, lest he be kicked out of the room. Mexico offered him a plate of tamales and he took one gratefully. Pockys made you peckish. "Wow, these are amazing!" he commented after taking a bite. Romano scoffed at the sight of this Mexican dish.
"Tch, not as good as Italian food. We have tomatoes."
"You wouldn't HAVE tomatoes if it weren't for my people," Mexico snarled.
Romano smirked. "That's rich, coming from a flag copier."
"...Say that again."
"You mean the part where I called you a flag copier? Sure." Romano cleared his throat. "YOU ARE A F-AGGHHH!" He ducked as a machete whipped past his head. Spain immediately snapped to attention, looking for the culprit, but Mexico had already hidden behind Canada and was out of sight.
Meanwhile, Sealand and Liechtenstein were having a hard time continuing their game. They were only a few inches away from each other and the shyness had forced them to come to a halt. The normally plucky Sealand in particular was blushing furiously. Liechtenstein was just too cute! And, if they got any closer they m-might… might k-k-kiss! This thought made him back away, breaking the pocky.
"Liechtenstein wins," Japan announced quietly. Liechtenstein finished her bit of pocky and smiled charmingly at her partner.
"May I make my request?" she asked, looking at Japan. He nodded and she took a deep breath before grabbing one if Sealand's hands in both of hers and blurting out, "Will you come visit me? I'm sure big brother won't mind. N-not that I mind big brother's company! It's just… it would be nice to talk to someone my age."
"I-...We-, um,...y-yes." Sealand mumbled. He quickly extracted his hand and ran to hide his face in Finland's shoulder. The Nordic giggled at this and patted his head while Sweden gave his customary half smile.
Hungary walked over to the door and had barely opened it when Switzerland barged in and grabbed Liechtenstein by the shoulders inspected her. "What happened?! Did he touch you?! Did you KISS?!"
America snickered and finally dared to stop hiding behind Canada (almost all the world wondered how he'd suddenly reappeared). "Dude! You're waaaaaaaay too protective!"
"You didn't want me to play the pocky game with Prussia," Canada reminded him.
"That's totally different dude! He actually remembers your name on a regular basis!" A smack rang through the air and America clutched at his arm. "OWWWWW! That wasn't nice, Mexico!"
"Neither is your face but somehow I manage to put up with it."
China looked at the doorway. "Wait, where's Russia?"
"I'm coming~!" Russia's voice called from down the hall.
"Crap!" America hid behind Canada again. Russia soon appeared in the doorway…. wearing the strangest scarf they'd ever seen. Ever. It had a rainbow pattern and on one end there were two buttons sewn on they resembled eyes except these eyes looked friendly and not creepy like the button eyes in Coraline.
England let out a low gasp. "Is that what I think it is?"
The end with the button eyes lifted up off of Russia neck and, amazingly, spoke. "You'd better believe it!"
The whole world looked at the scarf in shock. "Vhat in zhe vorld?!" Germany muttered, trying to pry off a cowering Italy.
"This is the Scarf of Sexual Preference." Russia introduced.
"The scarf of sexual what?!" Estonia questioned.
Russia smiled his creepy smile and slowly unwound the scarf from around his neck. "I'll show you, da?" Before anyone (that is, Spain) could protest, he darted over and laid the scarf on Romano's shoulder.
The scarf waited a moment before announcing confidently, "This one's gay as the Fourth of July!" America let out a patriotic whoop but quickly regretted it when Russia spun around to face him.
"Wow, that scarf is good!" Spain said, thoroughly awed.
X3 If you get the Harry Potter Musical reference I'll love you forever. Well, maybe not forever... Anywho, we are going to be giving out another prize soon! That's right, the 200th reviewer will get a prize chapter! 8D
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Also, I be next with RusAme, which I have a certain fondness for after I read this fic about it that was adorable and terrible and sad and perfect. I dunno what it was called, but if you want to see it I'll look it up for you.