Unfortunately for the nations, Hungary didn't let them chat quietly or doodle for long. The recent craziness with the author's stealing her mojo was extremely annoying, now she wanted to get back to enjoying all the awkward romance. From the looks around the table however, it seemed that no one wanted to get the ball rolling again. Time to take the bull by the horns.

A hamburger was halfway to America's mouth when he paused and eyed Hungary weirdly. One hand was covering her eyes and the other was pointing straight out in front of her… and she was spinning in circles.

"Dudes, what's Hungary doing?" he asked.

Everyone who heard him (it was a long table after all) looked at Hungary in puzzlement.

Austria cleared his throat politely. "Elizaveta? Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine," Hungary replied easily, still spinning. Even with her eyes closed, she was starting to get dizzy and she bumped her hip against the corner of the table. Hissing in pain, she stumbled even more and fell with a yelp. To her surprise, a pair of arms caught her mid-fall and she uncovered her eyes. Her other hand was pointing right at England's nose. He, being the closest at the time, had jumped up and caught her just in time.

She smiled at him as he set her upright and asked, "Do you want to play the pocky game with me?"

Everyone snickered as England spluttered and blushed. "What? Why?!"

Hungary shrugged. "Why not?"

"I-..."

The brunette sighed when England didn't answer. "Whatever. I just never thought that a man who has sailed the seven seas and fought in countless wars would be afraid of playing a silly game with me…" she trailed off and began sauntering back to her seat.

She grinned when a hand fell on her shoulder. "Wait a bloody minute, I'm not afraid of you," England growled. Half the nations rolled their eyes and America mouthed, "Yeah right!" to France, who nodded.

Hungary turned her head the slightest bit. "You'll play then?"

"Of course!" the former pirate confirmed.

"Great~!"

Canada yelped/screamed as he was tipped out of his chair a second time so that Hungary could dramatically place a foot on it and point to Japan. "Kiku, pick out our pocky!" she yelled, easily fending off Prussia's vengeful attacks with her frying pan.

Japan poofed to her side and passed a box up to her. Hungary inspected the label. "Winter Pocky, huh?" she opened the box and pulled out a stick. It seemed to be a chocolate covered pocky dusted with cocoa powder. "Cool!"

Grabbing England's hand, she pulled him up onto the table with her. England barely had a second to mourn the pitiful state of the furniture (there were cracks and stains all over the table's surface) before Hungary shoved the coated end of the pocky between his lips. The sweetness of the chocolate and the bitterness of the cocoa powder formed a weird yet pleasant combination in his mouth. He held back a gulp as Hungary took the other end and began munching.

"You getting anything?" Russia asked the Scarf of Sexual Preference around his shoulders.

The Scarf (or Scarfy as he was called by Dumbledore or his husband) shook his head. "Not really." He tilted his head a bit. "Well, they're both really competitive so there might be a show." Austria overheard and shifted nervously.

Denmark leaned over to Hong Kong and whispered, "I bet England wins."

Hong Kong shook his head in disbelief. "Look at them. Hungary's, like, way more confident about this."

It was true. Hungary was chewing up the pocky stick much quicker than the island nation, and England was realizing this too. His inner drive to win that had guided his actions for centuries came into play and soon enough the two were mere millimeters away from kissing. When their lips brushed they stopped for an instant. In the brief lull their eyes met and an unspoken conversation passed between them.

Are you going to quit?

No. You?

No.

Looks like there's only one thing to do then.

And so they kissed.

It was a short kiss, but their adrenaline and need to win made it a very passionate one. England even dipped Hungary back a bit like how America had done when they'd played the pocky game (well, actually, they didn't really… aw screw it, if you don't know then read the USUK chapter for goodness sake). Japan quietly got a good dozen pictures and "ahemed" even more quietly.

The two heard and quickly broke apart, blushing a bit and straightening their already neat clothes (Japan had a device that'd removed the bloodstains from Hungary's top). The sudden silence grated on England's nerves and he looked around the table, getting more annoyed as he realized they were all staring.

"What's wrong with you lot?" he demanded.

New Zealand looked up from taking care of his sheep and said bluntly, "No one ever thought you could kiss a woman."

Muffled titters from around the room confirmed his statement and England frowned, his bushy eyebrows almost forming a solid line across his forehead. He and Hungary cast each other one more embarrassed glance - they hadn't meant to take it that far - and he stomped across the table to his seat, grumbling, "Sod off, ya bloody tossers."

A/N: *laughs* It's not that I really ship EngHun, I just think that what with their competitive natures and the adrenaline and so forth they'd be kind of compelled to kiss. I do think, though, that if they were to ever be a couple for some reason they'd have enough chemistry to pull it off.

Japan: Hai, I agree.

*shrieks* HOW THE HFIL DID YOU GET INTO THE AUTHOR'S NOTE?!

Lily: England is so gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

A wild ninja turtle appears! Viva uses donut. It's super effective! XD

On to more serious stuff (groan, Manager's gonna rant). I'm sorry to say it, but we are no longer taking any requests. We would normally never do such a thing... except we have 86 pairings to do. That's right, 86. So yeah, Manager Turtle's putting her foot down. We will not be accepting requests until all 86 pairings on our list (plus the prize chapters that will surely come much quicker than I expect/want) are done. We apologize for the inconvenience and we hope you keep enjoying our crackish story. Cheers!