I know you said that you didn't need any help on grammar, but I spotted a few typos in your work, so I thought you'd appreciate it if I corrected them :) So I've done that and sent the new version back to you – it was nothing major, but a 'to' where a 'too' should have been and an odd capital letter and a couple of full stops after speech where commas should have gone. That's about it.

As for the content – I think you did stray away from the theme a bit in the first one...a nice ending between Canada and America would have been nice, otherwise, well, I think I just want to read on and find out where Canada is XD It's a mystery with no solution! But the second one I really liked. I expected it to be a bit more serious, but I actually think it works really well the way you wrote it. I feel rather sorry for Japan though XD And China, in fact!

And now for a tutorial in how to insert line-breaks on FFN – when you edit the document, there's a button next to the button that centres the text that just looks like a line. If you hover over it it'll say 'line-break' or something similar, but you'll probably spot it. Just click in the text to wherever you want it and click the button and voila! Instant line-break~ It'll probably move the text beneath it down a line too (it always does for me) so if you then just backspace, everything will be how you want it :) Hope that was helpful! If you want any more specific feedback on anything, let me know, otherwise I hope I've done my job satisfactorily XD

Theme Number 4: Love

Featuring: Canada's Prime Minister (not Harper, just some guy) and the U.S.A.

" 'Sup." The voice of the United States of America crackled out of the phone.

"Hello, Al," said the Prime Minister of Canada, frostily, "Would you happen to know where your brother is?"

"Canada?" America tried to raise his eyebrows, but his phone started slipping. So he stopped. "No. Why ask?"

"No one's seen him for a week." Oh dear. America hadn't seen Canada for a very long time, but that, he thought guiltily, that was normal.

"I wouldn't be too worried," said America, "he's probably doing that ghostie thing again." But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew they were false. False! False, I say, screamed America's twintuition.

"No, America," said the Prime Minister, irritated, "We've actually looked for him."

"Oh," said America. His stomach was starting to sink uncomfortably fast. "Well. I don't know. Sorry. Have you asked Cuba or Denmark? The Netherlands?"

"Al, I highly doubt that any of the others knows something about Canada that you don't."

"Maybe you shouldn't be so sure. Canada's like, totally gay for The Netherlands." It took America a moment to realize the truth in his own words. Canada had eloped! No! He knew he should have paid more attention to his brother. He needed affection so much that he had run away with some island state! Or, at least, he hoped The Netherlands was an island state, thought America grimly, because he wouldn't have to worry about the effects of a radioactive fallout after he bombed it to hell.

"Well, America, if you don't have any informati-"

"Wait! Is there anything I can do? You know, to help? Please?"

"Canada does not need your help. Please don't go looking for him or anything silly like that," the Prime Minister answered with distaste.

"Why not?" demanded America.

"You two are already much too close. Now, I ha-"

"No we're not! We're not close at all. Actually, I'm pretty sure Canada hates me. So pardon me, I'm going to go start a search party now." America wondered why he was bothering to set up a search party for someone who hated him. He immediately decided it wasn't his problem. They would need their parkas, he thought, it was cold up there. Hang on, Canada, help was coming!

"Sure." The Prime Minister snorted. "He hates you. And that must be why you two look exactly the same, eh? God, you even have the same haircuts," he muttered, "Disgusting," but America didn't hear him.

"We look the same because we're twins."

"You weren't even born in the same century."

"Oh, shut up and let me look for him already," snapped America.

"No. America, my job is to keep Canada sa-"

" I don't car-"

"Listen to me!" God, this boy was so dense! "Canada's a good kid. His only bad decision was you! Because you, America, are a bad influence. If I catch you too close to my country, I swear I will chase you away myself! I won't let you be the death of Canadian culture. And, young man," he hissed, "I know your type. One of these days you're going get yourself invaded, start World War Three, collapse into a black hole under the weight of your own fat ego, or all three. And when that happens, I will not allow Canada to be dragged down with you! Are we clear?"

"Yeah," said America sulkily.

"Stay away from my baby," warned the Prime Minister.

Click.

Theme Number 5: Seeking Solace (A theme that really wants to be a Hurt/Comfort fic)

Featuring: China and Japan

"Everyone hates me!" cried China. Japan rubbed his back awkwardly. "They think I'm a baby killing bastard."

"That's ridiculous. You're not a baby killer or a bastard," said Japan.

"Exactly!" wailed China.

Japan decided not to say anything, and kept awkwardly rubbing China's back.

"They probably just disagree with your lifestyle choices," he said finally, "And if they're prejudiced, there's no reason to want them to like you." Japan's voice was firm and authoritative.

"It just feels so right, aru. But they hate me for it. And it hurts." China turned away, so that Japan couldn't see the manly tears of pain that were pooling in his eyes.

"You're not that Communist, anyway."

"They still h-hate me."

"Capitalist pigs," said Japan phlegmatically.

"Not just you capitalists. Did you know," said China, "Mao followed Stalin wherever he went for almost a week and Stalin didn't even look at him?"

"Why would he do that?"

"How should I know? I told you before," here China buried his face in Japan's shoulder, "all they think I'm good for is making cheap, poisonous, lead based paint."

Silence.

"I have other talents!" wailed China, "I can sing! Do you want to hear my Peking Opera?"

"N-no! Don't sing! Be-because, um, the last thing you need in your current state is more stress. On your vocal chords."

"Ah, but it's okay. You've heard me before. You know," China looked soulfully into Japan's pupil-less eyes, "your eyes are very creepy, aru."

"I apologize, China-san."

"So you already know! The only time you call me san," said China happily, "is when you're insecure. They look soulless, aru. They really do."

"A-ah?"

"Hey Japan," said China, "Remember Nanjing?"

"Wh-what?"

"Nanjing? You don't remember? She still remembers you. Hey Japan," said China, tilting his head to one side, "do you hate me too?"

"N-no! Of course I don't, China-san!"

"Again with the san, Japan." China sighed. Then, deciding it hadn't been dramatic enough, he sighed again. Suddenly, he stood up.

"Japan, your katana is so shiny." China held it in his hands, turning it over and over again. It flashed in the sunlight.

"China, that's mine. What are you going to do with it?" Japan tried to get up, but China pushed him back down. With his foot.

"Oh, dear little Japan. Think about it." A gleefully wicked grin. "What did you do to me?" The blade whistled through the air and-

Japan woke up screaming.

He stopped, rubbed his eyes and took a few gulps of air. Suddenly, he felt warm breath tickle his ear.

"Japan, aru… Answer the question."

Theme 4: Love: Author's Note

So, hazel-beka, my super awesome beta, says I strayed from the theme and it would be a good idea to conclude the story. I tried to change it, but IT WAS SO FREAKIN HARD TO WRITE (I had to rewrite Theme 4 about five times just to get what I have now). So maybe I'll just conclude it with a second part later… and screw the theme, I give up.

Theme 5: Seeking Solace: Author's Note

Seriously, I'm starting to creep myself out.

New goal! I'm going to write something where no one dies, gets hurt, or goes missing.