A/N: Viva here! Well, I think y'all have been expecting this chapter for a while now... XD

Everyone shifted around the table nervously. It wasn't that they didn't like Australia, he was just… energetic. (Plus his koala looked like it was possessed by the devil.) The footsteps got louder and louder until-

BOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGG!

"What the heck?" America said.

France cocked his head to one side. "It sounded like someone got hit wizh a frying pan."

Everyone looked at Hungary, who scowled back. "It wasn't me!"

"Shh!" Japan urged. The countries fell silent and listened. Soft voices, muffled by the doors, could now be heard.

"What are we supposed to do with him?"

"I dunno!"

"Any ideas, Viva?"

"Umm… isn't there a closet nearby?"

"*snigger* We're putting him in the closet?"

"Do us a favor and shut up, Emma."

"You shut up! Hey, where are you going?! Hey!"

One of the doors opened and a dark haired girl stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it. With a sigh, she wandered over to where Hungary was sitting and rested her elbows on the table. "Sometimes I literally can't stand her."

Hungary patted her back sympathetically. "I know, we just had to deal with her."

Prussia eyed the girl curiously. "Who are you?"

The girl opened her mouth and was tempted to say, "You're worst nightmare!" but instead replied, "I'm the one who's been trying to keep the plot together."

"Well Miss, you're doing a bloody terrible job!" England snapped.

"Oi! You just saw who have to work with! It's not that simple!" the girl retorted. "And don't call me Miss, my name is Viva. Also known as the Manager Turtle."

"Turtle?" Snape asked in his ever-so-British voice.

Viva sighed and tied her short hair back into a ponytail. "Yeah, I'm the Manager Turtle, Epic is the self-proclaimed Turtle Senpai and I think you met our Baby Turtle in an unofficial omake."

"Is that all?" Hong Kong asked. "I thought there was another…"

"Oh yeah, there's Ninja Turtle, but she hasn't been around for a while." Viva grabbed an empty chair and sat down. She pulled out a laptop from her bag and pulled up a document.

"What are you doing?" Japan asked.

"Making sure I don't forget anything. With a plot as complicated as this, I tend to forget- OH!" Her head snapped up and she looked at the corner where Germany was still huddled. She sighed and closed the laptop. "Will someone snap him out of it? OTHER THAN THE BTT AND AMERICA," she added threateningly. Said nations sat back down, disappointment written all over their faces.

Liechtenstein stood up and walked over to Germany. Placing a hand on his shoulder she said, "Mr. Germany? We need you to come back to us now." Germany ignored her and Viva growled.

"Tch, fine! It's one less character for me to worry about."

"Oh yeah! Like, what happened to Australia?" Poland asked idly.

An evil grin spread over Viva's face. "He… got into an appliance related accident. He won't be joining us just yet."

Mexico rolled her eyes. "You just don't know how to write him, do you?"

The grin disappeared and Viva slumped in her seat. "No…"

Hungary glared at her. "Unless you've got a good reason for being here, you gotta go. We have lots of pocky games to do."

Viva glared back. "When did you get so grumpy? You were happy a few chapters ago. Anyway, I do have a reason for being here. We held a funeral for our dearly departed Turtle right? It only makes sense we should celebrate the birth of our Baby Turtle as well!"

"What kind of celebration?" America was literally hopping up and down in his seat as he asked that.

"By having Romano play the pocky game with someone of course."

Romano banged a hand on the table. "Again?! I just played with the potato bastard!"

Viva shrugged. "Well, we finished whoring out the Germanics and two of the Nordics are gone so it's your turn. Plus, Star loves you so…" she trailed off and grinned.

Spain eyed her suspiciously. "Who does he have to play with?"

"Mexico."

Mexico stared at her before scowling. "...You are so dead."

Romano pointed rudely at Mexico. "There's no way in Hell I'm playing with that!" he yelled.

"Same here!" Mexico growled, flipping him off.

Without warning Hungary started giggling wildly. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and she fell of her chair while Viva stared at her oddly, trying to repress a smile. "T-that's perfect!" she gasped. "HAHAHAHA…This… this will be the best game yet! Heeheehee!" America snorted once and started laughing, setting off a chain reaction around the table. Even the more polite countries started chuckling. Mexico glowered at everyone while Romano slapped the back of Spain's head (since he too was laughing). Germany looked up at the noise and seemed to come back to reality. He slowly stood up and trudged over to where Italy was snickering.

"Vhat's going on?" he asked.

Italy slapped a hand over his mouth in a vain attempt to silence himself. "Fratello and Mexico are going to play the pocky game!" A tiny smile spread over Germany's face at the thought.

Viva grinned and pulled a folder out of her bag. Waving it teasingly in front of Mexico she said, "If you two don't play, everyone will know about… that."

"Wh- How- ...You know about that?" Mexico choked, turning as pale as an anglo.

The folder was opened and the corner of a picture peeked out. "I have evidence," Viva purred. She snapped it shut before a curious Hungary could grab the photo.

"But that was in the 1600s! You can't possibly have a photograph!"

"Hun, I'm a fanfiction writer. Anything is possible for me." Giving her best politician smile, Viva asked, "So, are you gonna do this? Or will I be forced to tell everyone how you ki-"

"BASTA! I'll do it! Just shut up!" Mexico yelled, getting to her feet and stomping over to the pile of pocky (somewhat diminished by now, countries had been stealing some to eat despite Hungary telling them not to do so) and grabbed the first one she saw before prowling towards a very irate Italian.

Romano backed up a bit and held up a hand. "Wait a damn minute! Who says I'm gonna play with you? It's not my fault you're getting blackmailed you stupid bi-ACK!" He winced as she smacked him with the box.

"WE. ARE. PLAYING," she whispered, leaning in close to him. Romano gulped and nodded. She struggled to open the box and finally tore the whole top off in frustration. Pulling out a dark brown pocky she shoved the unflavored end between Romano's lips.

"Whmat fwavor ish it?" he asked around the stick.

Mexico looked at the label a froze for a second. Then a Grinchlike smirk curled around her cheeks and she said, "Cacao bean."

Viva and all of the American countries, north and south, shuddered. "Poor soul, he doesn't stand a chance," America whispered, placing a hand over his heart and looking at Romano sadly.

"I've heard that lot's of people like unprocessed cacao," Guatemala argued, a hint of optimism in his voice.

Viva quickly looked up something on her laptop and shuddered again. "It's definitely an acquired taste, like mole sauce-" She made a face. "-I dunno how my dad stands that stuff." They all hushed when Hungary glared at them.

Mexico bit her end of the pocky, not showing any sign of discomfort. Both began chewing furiously, wanting to get this humiliation over with. France started keeping track of bets while Japan took pictures as fast as he possibly could.

"Ksesese! Zhey'd both be dead if looks could kill," Prussia snickered. Spain sighed and nodded in agreement. They were glaring at each other over the pocky, hands clutching their weapons. Why couldn't his colonies get along?

This particular pocky stick didn't have as much flavored coating as the others, possibly it was a reject that hadn't been thrown away for some reason, so Romano didn't taste the cacao until he was almost halfway through. But when he did, everyone knew. His face scrunched up and his eyes watered as the bitter, astringent taste hit his tongue. Pushing on doggedly, he managed to swallow the unpleasant pocky. He heard Mexico chuckled low in her throat, which only angered him. There was no way he'd let that devil woman win! Ugh, it tasted so horrible though. As an Italian, he was very sensitive to taste… He was forced to admit defeat a few bites later and backed away, snapping the pocky. He staggered back to his seat and accepted the glass of water Spain gave him to wash the taste out of his throat. Mexico smugly finished off the pocky and strutted back to her seat.

Hungary looked slightly put out. "That wasn't exciting!"

Viva shrugged. "What can you expect when she had such an unfair advantage?" She pulled out a handful of confetti and threw it up into the air. "Happy Birthday, Star!"

"I can't believe she beat me…" Romano moaned, letting his head rest of the table. Spain patted his back soothingly with one hand while holding out the other to England, who regretfully handed over several twenties. He slipped the cash into his pocket before Romano could see.

"Aztec used to drink a mix of cacao and peppers every day! It's no surprise that Mexico's used to it," the Spaniard said.

Said nation looked at him, her expression softening the tiniest bit. "...You did pay attention to some of my culture," she whispered disbelievingly.

Her former caretaker sighed wearily. "Of course I did, Maria."

"...Spain, I-"

"That's enough character development for one chapter!" Hungary bellowed, making everyone flinch. "This is supposed to be funny, not thought provoking! Mexico, what do you want to Romano to do?!"

Mexico shook her head, clearing away any somber thoughts. "Hmmm… What should I make the tomate bastardo do?" she mused aloud. A light bulb flickered on over her head and she laughed. "Romanito, dance the Macarena!"

Romano blushed a dark red as several countries wolf whistled. "O-only if I can dance with Spain!" Mexico shrugged and the Spaniard jumped to his feet energetically. They climbed on top of the long table and waited while Japan found the right song on his iPhone. The music began and they started dancing while Mexico and several other Hispanic nations sang the lyrics.

"Dale a tu cuerpo alegría macarena

que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena

dale a tu cuerpo alegría macarena

EEEEEEEE MACARENA!"

"Shake dat ass, Spanien!" Prussia whooped. He and France jumped on the table and joined them in the dancing. The other countries quickly joined, unable to resist the infectious music. The table and floor became crowded as the world danced and the disco ball from before made a reappearance (England stopped dancing long enough to glare at the offending object. He'd have strong words with Scotland later). Viva, the only one still sitting, looked around and sighed. She placed the laptop and blackmail folder - one of many blackmail folders - back in her bag and stood awkwardly. She wasn't much of a dancer…

"Viva!"

Oh good, a distraction! She saw a small figure weave her way through the dancers and grinned. "Ninja Turtle! You're back!"

Lily nodded. "School is out!"

"I know right?! It's such a relief!" Viva staggered slightly when Russia bumped into her. "Anyway, what's up?"

"Oh yeah!" Lily's face suddenly turned serious. "Australia's crazy koala got loose and it- Are those donuts?" She eyed a box of donuts resting on the table hungrily.

Viva snapped her fingers in front of Lily's eyes. "Lils, focus! What's the koala doing?"

"Wha-?! Oh, it's trying to bite off Epic's arm. We can't get it off." She went back to ogling the donuts. Viva sighed and rummaged in her bag for a bit until she pulled out a crowbar.

"And to think, Epic laughed at me earlier for carrying this around. Well, come on Lily."

"B-but the donuts!" Lily whined, reaching for them weakly. Viva ignored her and started dragging her towards the doors.

"Sorry Lils, if we stay here any longer the fourth wall will be destroyed beyond repair," Viva explained, as if it wasn't already too late for that.

"But the donuuuuuuuuuuttttssss!" Oh jeez, the puppy dog eyes.

"...I'll get you some later, okay?"

"Pwomise?"

"*sigh* Yes."

"Yaaaaay!"

A/N: A bit about mole - First of all, no, I'm not talking about the animal. Mole (is there an accent mark over the e? I can never remember.) is a sauce that was first made in Mexico and it's VERY spicy. Like seriously, there are so many spices in it. I personally can't stand it but my papa loves the stuff. Most Mexicans like it too so it's probably just me. I think the chemotherapy I had as a child permanently messed up my taste buds. XP

You guys are absolutely amazing. Like, seriously. You rock. How long have you planned this out?

This made me laugh so much. XD You even mentioned the omake. I can't believe it. *scrolls up* Wait. I can. :)

And Epic and Lily are absolutely perfect in this.

*Sighs* Now I must retreat back into the depths of my fanfictions...Baby Turtle is out.

Yo bitches, it's Epic. We're really close to posting our fic "Too Many Headcanons" but we need a couple more chapters done. Hopefully we will be able to post it before school starts again. Also, Happy Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, New Year's, and whatever else there is idk. I hope you got cool presents if you do that kind of thing. I myself tried some hot buttered rum yesterday, and damn was that good. Also it's my mom's birthday so wish her a happy birthday plz.

Psst! Viva again. Y'all should go and check out Starfire's stories. They're great. And don't forget to leave comments!