"Ugh..." Hungary groaned, resting her head on the table. "This pocky game is so stupid. If only we were having a porn game or something. When you film gay porn in the room and everyone watches."

Finland stared at her disbelievingly, then covered Sealand's ears. "How about no. There are children here."

Hungary gave her a horrified look. "We wouldn't have the children do it! That's not sexy!"

Finland covered his face in his hands. "Su-chan, I think that we should leave. This isn't a safe environment for Sealand!"

Sweden nodded. "I h've t'bles to b'ld."

Finland got up from his seat and grabbed his purse. Oh wait, he didn't, because he actually didn't have one. Huh, that was weird. Hadn't he shown up with a purse...?

Finland frowned. "Su-chan, where's my purse?"

"I dn't knw," rumbled Sweden. "Is it und'r the t'ble?"

Finland leaned over and checked. "No! It's not! Where could it be?!"

Hungary grinned. "I had Japan take it and hide it. You can't leave until you've done the pocky game!"

Everyone in the room gasped. No one had seen Japan grab the purse, which meant that the rumors were true: He was a ninja.

"Hah!" Hungary said happily, jumping on top of the table and doing a few quick dance steps. "Russia, get me some celebratory vodka!"

Russia smiled. "Of course." (He was lying, though. He never shared vodka with anyone. Ever.)

"Anyway," Hungary said, stepping off of the table and sitting back down in her chair. "Do the pocky game. Now. Pick a flavor and do it."

She glared fixedly at Finland, who glared fixedly back until finally sighing reluctantly. "Okay, fine," he said. "But only because it's with Su-chan." He turned and leaned up, kissing Sweden lightly on the chin (which was basically the highest he could reach).

Then, he took the bigger country's hand and led him to the middle of the table, but not before snatching up a box of cheesecake pocky.

"This flavor sounds exciting!" he said as he opened the box, and then one of the bags inside. Sweden gave a sort of grunt of agreement and nodded his head. Then he took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt, which was something he rarely did. In fact, he did it so rarely that Finland grew suspicious as he saw it from his peripheral vision. He glanced quickly up to find that Sweden's cheeks were dusted a light pink, and suddenly Finland remembered how Sweden was terribly, terribly shy.

"Oh," he said. Thinking fast, he handed Sweden the box of pocky (telling him to pick out the one that looked the best), then ran over to Hungary. They had a whispered conversation that went something like this:

Finland: No sorry, we can't do it.

Hungary: Whyever not?

Finland: Sweden's shy.

Hungary: Sweden's shy?!

Finland: Obviously. That's why he never says much of anything.

Hungary: I... I never knew.

Finland: Most don't.

Finally, Hungary said, "Well, go do it in another room. I'll just watch so that we'll know that it actually happened."

Finland shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Let me go ask him." He ran lightly over to Sweden leaning up (and pulling his husband down slightly) so as to whisper in his ear. Then he ran back to Hungary.

"What did he say?" she asked urgently.

"He said okay!" Finland said happily. "Now, lead us to the other room!" He reached out and grabbed Sweden's hand as the other country sidled up behind him, still blushing slightly with embarrassment.

Hungary stood on her chair. "Finland, Sweden and I are moving to another room to do the pocky game because we feel like it. Feel free to roam around in our absence, but if you start having an orgy please wait for me."

Germany stood up. "I solemnly swear to you that we will not have an orgy," he said, looking slightly disgusted.

Prussia got up with a wicked grin. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." He winked at Hungary, who glared at him, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

"I'll deal with you later," she finally said. Then she backflipped off her chair. Just because she wanted too. Or maybe to remind everyone that she wasn't a wussy little girl. She was a big bad country and she drank vodka with breakfast and sometimes she stabbed a tree outside her house with a sword she still had for old time's sake, and also to stab Prussia with if he ever bothered her. Or Spain. GOD was Spain annoying sometimes!

She led Finland and Sweden to another, private room. Sweden held the piece of pocky he had picked out to Finland, who smiled and accepted it between his lips. Sweden then bent down a little (okay, a lot) to be even with Finland, and they started.

The bad thing about this, Hungary thought to herself as she watched them, is that they were completely comfortable with each other. It was kind of like with Romano and Spain, where they had just gotten too close to each other and their instincts (which were to make out furiously against a wall- yum!) kicked in. Sweden and Finland were like that too. This was literally just a game to them. Hungary almost even felt like they had done something like this before, because it seemed like they were learned in the art of eating pocky.

So, in order to win, Sweden resorted to something rather akin to cheating: He began tickling Finland.

Now, if there is one thing you should know about Finland, it's that he's not very ticklish. But, as if to make up for the fact that he's not very ticklish, all his ticklishness is focused into one spot: His belly button area.

Sweden, of course, knew Finland's body basically as well as Finland himself did, and so he knew about the ticklish spot. So, when it seemed like the pocky game would never end, he leaned forward and began to tickle Finland in his belly button area, causing him to jump away screaming. Sweden quickly gobbled up the pocky, then smiled at Finland.

"I win."

"You cheated!" Finland rightly accused. He turned to Hungary. "He cheated, right?!"

Hungary shrugged, but her cheeks were rosy and she was hiding her mouth behind her hands. "Technically, there were no rules against it..." she said, her voice a pitch dangerously close to that of the infamous fangirl squee. Finland immediately backed away, knowing not to disagree with a fangirl.

"So I g't to p'ck a th'ng now?" Sweden asked slowly.

Hungary nodded, still covering most of her face with her hands and sweater sleeves.

"W'll th'n," Sweden said, turning to Finland in a rather triumphant air. "I w'nt you to let me do the d'shes for at l'st a m'nth."

Hungary blushed even brighter, then jumped to her feet and squealed. "You two are so fucking cute! Japan, give them Finland's purse and let's let them go! I hope you have that all videoed?"

Japan suddenly melted out of the shadows. "Of course," he said softly, ignoring Finland's scream of surprise. "I have also written down the request."

"Good!" Hungary said, nodding approvingly. "Now, let's go to the next pairing!"

"Hai."

Viva: "WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE TWO NORDICS ARE OUT OF THE GAME. LET'S USE THE OTHER THREE WHILE WE CAN!"

A/N Epic here! I just want to remind you all that I wrote this in the middle of the night, so if it seems like I was high... *shrugs* I wasn't. I dunno.

Also, FrUK will be soon, but... because I've decided to write more original writing stuff (I know, shocking) and Jywy's got school and Viva don't write hte gay, it might take a while. *shrugs* C'est la vie, oui?

(Also, if you want to see some of my original stuff, there's a link to it on my ACTUAL profile.)