A/N: Viva here! This chapter is for Falling Stars of Silver for being the 200th reviewer! This time Epic did the first half and I finished it!

"Once again, we have a prize fic," Japan announced. "This time, it's going to be more-or-less on time."

"Hopefully," Hungary put in.

"Hopefully. There's no telling how long this will take. The author's have School Sickness."

"What's School Sickness?" asked Sealand.

"It's when school sucks all the life out of you," said Hungary gently. Sealand's eyes grew wide as saucers, and he ran to Finland.

"Any, today the prize is for Falling Stars of Silver, or Silver." announced Hungary, reading Japan's schedule from over his shoulder. "Who does she want to play with?"

"You," Japan said. "She doesn't want to do it with a boy because that would interfere with her yaoi pairings.

Hungary's eyes flashed and she grinned. "Sounds like my kind of girl."

"That's what the authors said. And by 'authors' I mean Epic."

Hungary snorted. "Oh, her. She's kind of annoying."

"I know," agreed Japan, allowing some of his annoyance to leak onto his face.

"I liked her!" cried Sealand.

"NO ONE LIKES YOU SEALAND!" yelled England, bursting into the room. "What happened to America?"

"Nothing, you asshat," said Romano.

"ANYWAY," shouted Hungary. "A pretty girl wants to play the pocky game with me~!"

"Oh brother," said Mexico.

Belgium pouted. "Why doesn't anyone want to play with me...?"

Seychelles shyly put a hand on the other woman's arm. "I'll play with you, Belgium."

Belgium's eyes sparkled and she smiled her catlike smile. "Really?!"

"Yes...!"

"HELLO. ALL EYES ON ME, BITCHES," Hungary yelled yet again. "All you guys are so fucking gay. I swear you don't even like lesbians like straight guys do jeez what's wrong with you all?"

"I'M NOT GAY!" shouted Romano, rocketing to his feet. "I'M STRAIGHTER THAN... THAN EVERYONE HERE!"

Spain grabbed Romano's hand and pulled him gently down to his seat. "Romano, honey... You're gay. You're fucking, fucking gay."

Romano pouted, face turning red. "I am not..."

"Shut up, Romano." Hungary snapped at him. "Anyway, bring in Silver."

And with that, the doors were opened.

Falling Stars of Silver walked inside the room. She was tall, with messy ginger hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes. Hungary looked her up and down approvingly.

"Yep. I think I can allow myself to play the pocky game with you."

Silver blushed slightly. "Yeah, um, well, I only picked you so I wouldn't interfere with my yaoi...?"

Hungary smiled at her. "I know the feels. I know the feels. Anyway, what kind of pocky would you like to play with?"

Silver looked over the stack of pocky contemplatively before choosing a box. "How about pumpkin? It's getting close to Halloween."

Mexico snorted. "Tch, Dia de los Muertos is better."

"Che, I doubt it," Romano immediately argued. Spain tightened his grip on his hand, but Romano ignored him... Which was pretty stupid since Spain's axe was still within arms reach.

"Shut up bastard! You don't know anything!"

"I KNOW HOW TO KILL YOU!"

The North American turned to Spain. "Give me back my machetes!"

"No~." Spain replied.

"YOU SON OF A B-"

"EXCUSE ME, WE ARE TRYING TO PLAY THE POCKY GAME!" Hungary half screamed. Prussia cringed as flashbacks of her beating him up returned. Austria, on the other hand, looked as calm as could be. There was something to be said for marital experience. Mexico reluctantly settled down and watched with a skeptical eye as Silver and Hungary placed opposite ends of the pocky in their mouths. Silver blushed furiously as Hungary started munching on the tasty treat. Not to be outdone, however, she quickly started nibbling and her end. This went on for several minutes and it got decidedly… boring.

"Does anyone want a Redvine?" Ireland asked suddenly, holding up a bag of the licorice.

Mexico immediately perked up. "I'll take one!" She waited eagerly and the Irish nation (who was coincidentally sitting right across from her) handed her some of the treats. "Gracias! This is my favorite thing in the whole world!" she mumbled between bites.

"I know, me too!" Ireland replied. The both froze and stared at one another in shock. "...Where have you been all my life?" Ireland whispered.

"In North America under some 50 states," Mexico replied.

"That's so cool!"

The Scarf of Sexual Preference sighed at the sight of the two nations. "Not again… What is it about Redvines?" England patted the scarf consolingly…. until he realized he was also patting Russia's shoulder and stopped abruptly.

Meanwhile, Silver and Hungary were almost finished with the pocky. A mere two centimeters were between the two and Silver looked VERY uncomfortable. Hungary grinned around the pocky and winked. With a gasp Silver jerked back and covered her blushing cheeks. Hungary let out a whoop, "I won!"

Japan tapped his clipboard, "What wourd you rike, Hungary-san?"

Silver watched nervously as Hungary tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm…..how about Silver has to come visit me so we can both squeal over my pictures? No offence Japan, but it's just not the same when your yaoi-obsessed friend is a guy." Japan nodded knowingly and jotted it down.

Silver's eyes got as big as saucers and she let out a "SQUEEEEEEE!" worthy of only the most diehard fangirls. She tackled glomped Hungary and shouted, "YESYESYESYESYES! I DON'T KNOW HOW I'LL GET TO EUROPE BUT I'LL BE THERE!" Hungary somehow pried her off and gently pushed her in the direction of the door. Silver skipped out of the room and the door slammed shut. All of the more timid nations sighed as their chance to escape vanished with a wave of ginger hair.

Hungary cleared her throat, "Well, that should be our last prize chapter for a while."

"Actuarry, I estimated that we get armost ten reviews every chapter," Japan replied like the smart Asian he was. "Hypotheticarry, we wirr get 300 reviews in ten chapters." Hungary looked impressed by this while the rest of the world simply looked befuddled.

Germany finally snapped, "All right, zhat's enough! Tell us vhat's going on here! Vhy do these girls keep appearing out of nowhere?!"

Romano slammed his hands down on the table. "For once, I agree with that potato bastard!"

Mexico slammed her machete down on the table. "For once. I agree with the pasta eater!"

Spain gasped, not because his former colonies were finally getting along, but because Mexico had gotten her machete's back. He quickly checked under his seat where he'd kept the weapons only to find Romano's guns and… Redvines? He straightened quickly and caught Ireland's eye. Ireland just smiled and took a bite out of another licorice.

Redvines, what the hell can't they do?

Viva:Yes, more Very Potter Musical references. But to be fair, Redvines are amazing.

Epic here! Btw, I have a bad feeling about the regular updates. I am not known for my regular-update-ness. I am known for my oh-hey-this-hasn't-been-updated-in-a-couple-MONTHS -ness.

SO DON'T GET USED TO THIS SHIT.

(Also, where did Viva and I switch~? Anyone care to guess?!)