A/N: Viva here! What, did you think I was going to let Epic hog all the chapters? Despite what she says she doesn't have this story's vital regions.

Hungary clapped her hands and said, "Right! Who's next?" She pulled out a ginormous list from the front of her shirt and scanned it. "Hmm, so many to choose from! And our fans are constantly giving us requests."

Germany glared at her. "Vhat fans?! Vhy does Japan keep looking off into space und saying 'stay tuned' as if zhis vas a show or...or…"

"A fanfiction?" Italy supplied.

"Vhat's a…. Nevermind. I demand an answer Hungary!"

Hungary eyed him, thoroughly unimpressed. "Calm yo' tits Germany! Honestly, I wasn't expecting a Spanish Inquisition."

Spain jumped on the table, somehow procuring a red cape and hat. "NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION."

"Yeah, they do." Mexico scoffed. "That Monty Python sketch ruined it for them."

"...Dammit." Spain cast a glare in England's direction before climbing off the table to sit next to Romano.

Japan, meanwhile, had been distracted by the door opening and a hand beckoning him. He silently walked over to the door and bent slightly to listen to the mysterious figure. He nodded once and padded back to Hungary's side. He poked her lightly with a pencil (he was still uncomfortable with touching anyone) to get her attention. "Hungary-chan, we can't do a yaoi pairing."

"Why noooooooooott?" Hungary whined.

"Viva-san is writing this chapter."

"Ugh! I don't like her!" Hungary sighed and stuffed the list down the front of her bra before saying, "So, what does Miss Heterosexual want?"

Before Japan could reply they both heard a faint whistling followed by a knife landing on the table right in front of them. Everyone looked at Mexico and she gave them a "Why-are-you-staring-at-me?" look. Upon closer inspection the world realized that the weapon was, in fact, a cleaver and not a machete. Hungary figured it out first; she leaned over so she could look down the table at the female nation glowering at her.

Belarus was not happy. Not happy at all. Watching her precious brother play the pocky game with someone else was bad enough, but now that stupid, egotistical pig was going to spend more time with big brother? Un-****ing-acceptable. She stared everyone down while sharpening her favorite knife. The Baltics flinched at the harsh scraping sound it made and cowered behind Ukraine.

"What do you want, Belarus?" Hungary asked.

Belarus glared at America. "I want him to DIE."

America returned the glare. "Try it you knife throwing bi-AUGH!" He ducked as three knives were thrown at his head. Recovering quickly, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at that bow Belarus always wore. He was about to the pull the trigger when a gust of wind made him blink. America looked in amazement at his hand. The gun was gone and it had been replaced by a….Redvine?!

"Mexico!" he yelled. Mexico grinned and tightened her grip on the stolen weapon.

"You forgot something, hermanito. The only ones who are allowed to throw knives and shoot one another are me and the stupid Italian." ("HEY! WHO ARE YOU CALLING STUPID, STUPID!")

America pouted. "No fair! I have my rights!"

Mexico smirked and said, "So… according to your government, I technically have the right to reclaim all that land you stole from me?"

"Wha?! No-" Another knife whirled past his head. America's nonexistent patience snapped, he turned to Belarus and shouted, "I CHALLENGE YOU TO THE POCKY GAME!"

The world watched Belarus in anticipation at this declaration. America had practically taken the gauntlet, as it were, and slapped it across Belarus' face. A wicked smile spread across her features and she stalked around the table until she and America stood face to face. Even though she had to look up to see him, Belarus still managed to be intimidating.

"I accept your challenge, capitalist pig."

The Scarf of Sexual Preference lifted its cotton head from Russia's shoulder. "Woooow, I'm getting a lot of sexual tension vibes from these little bastards!"

"Scarfy!" England chastened.

"All right! What flavor would you like?" Hungary asked. She gestured to the enormous mound of pocky boxes but America shook his head.

"Nah, I don't want any regular flavors! If this is a challenge, we need a weird tasting pocky!"

Japan's stoic face brightened and he ninjaed up a huge carton of pockys. "If you wourd rike, feer free to try out these new pockys. We tried to add things peopre don't usuarry eat. Unfortunatery, my assistant put them arr in one box so there are various fravors in there. You'rr have to try some out to find the fravor you want."

America snatched the box and reached for one just as Belarus did the same. Both jerked back when their hands brushed each other and Belarus shot him a venomous look before taking a bite out of hers. Japan continued his commentary on the experimental pocky. "We succeeded in making a victory fravored pocky but it's so rare it is unlikely you'rr come across it."

Belarus' nose wrinkled and she looked at the pocky suspiciously. "What'd you get?" America demanded.

"Latvia." Said nation let out a terrified whimper and hid under the table. Everyone wondered how Japan had gotten a pocky to taste exactly like a person…. and how Belarus knew what Latvia tasted like.

America scoffed and took a bite out of his stick. Immediately his shoulders slumped and a downcast look washed over his face. Belarus eyed him. "Well? What did you get?"

"...Defeat."

The "hero" sighed and handed the carton back to Japan. "Well, I give up on these. Why don't we stick with strawberry?" Belarus nodded and Hungary just managed to resist rolling her eyes before handing them a box of strawberry pocky. They gingerly placed the pocky in their mouths (taking extreme care to stay as far away from each other as possible) and started chewing.

America seemed to have gotten over his taste of defeat because he started chewing voraciously on the stick, determined to win. Belarus soon followed, and for once everyone was entertained by watching the game. After all, who doesn't love a blatant display of sexual tension?

It was all going well until their noses touched. Both had been so tenaciously stubborn and fixated on winning that neither had taken into consideration the fact they might have to touch or even, heaven forbid, kiss. Still, they might have continued a bit longer but for Poland's remark: "OMG! They would, like, make a totally cute couple!"

They both shouted, "GYAAAEGH!" and turned away at the same time, snapping the pocky.

"It's a draw! They both lose!" Hungary yelled.

"Wait, so this was, basically, completely pointless?!" Mexico demanded.

Hungary paused in the act of once again pulling out her list. "Um…. yeah?"

"May the gods damn them!" Mexico growled.

Everyone else looked expectantly at Japan. Japan stared back, a puzzled look crossing his face. "What?"

America shakily sat back in his seat before replying, "Well, this is usually the part where you look off in the distance and say 'stay tuned' or whatever."

"Hmmm, I don't feer the urge to say it this time. Maybe it's because Viva thinks that's a weak way to end a chapter." Japan said thoughtfully. A smacking sound resounded from outside room followed by sounds of a scuffle (along with, "THE HELL? YOU THINK MY WRITING'S WEAK?!" and "YOU'RE SMART ENOUGH TO COME UP WITH BETTER ENDINGS THAN THAT ESTÚPIDO." and of course, "BURRA!" "CAZZO!" etc.)

Hungary facepalmed. "Nice going Japan, you got the authors fighting."

Scarfy sighed at the commotion before resting his head back on Russia's shoulder. "Well, I hope they stop soon or they'll attract-" The rest of his sentence was cut off by the doors slamming open and a voice calling out,

"WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE?"

Viva: Anyone who's watched AVPM knows what's gonna happen next. X3

Epic: I DO NOT MAKE WEAK ENDINGS SO THERE.

...sure thing Epic. But on a happier note,

Lily: Hello guys. Guess who it is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Oh yes. It's Lily. Back from prison. Terror coming soon. Beware.