Author's note: Fair Warning, don't eat anything while reading this chapter, especially if you have a light stomach? Trust me, you'll thank me later.

Also don't do these pranks at home, they can be dangerous to those who are not immortal countries.

At Canada's house, the back ground nation had another meeting. "That was awesome guys, now does anyone have more pranks?"

"That's it." said Romano before he rose from his seat and head out, but as he did, Seborga spoke up.

"Hey we are you going Romano?"

"To get some ***** stuff." After the Southern Italian left, Wy spoke up.

"I got one, but were going to need Dog crap." As the other's gave their only female member a confused glance, she told what poop was going to use for.

"Yuck!" Sealand blurted while Seborga and Canada had disgusted looks on the faces.

"Uh? I think we're having cupcakes tomorrow?" Mentioned the Canadian nation in a soft tone.

"Then it's settled, we'll do it tomorrow. Canada you should warn Romano about it too."

"Uh? Right."

"Hey, I got some, but we're going to need some spray paint a way to break into cars, Dry Ice and a way to set off the fire alarms though."

"Good Seborga. Okay, let's get those Jerk good?"

"Yeah!"

The next morning, walked down the hall to meeting room, wondering if anyone was going to fall for Wy's prank. Soon he found Romano sneaking a box with tiny holes, underneath his blazer. "Uh, Romano?"

"Here ****." The Italian man answered giving Canada the box that shook a bit. "Don't open that **** thing until we're in the meeting?"

"Want's in it?"

"Damn squirrels. It's about time those ***** things ruin someone else's room for a *** change."

"Oh?" Canada uttered taking Romano's plan. "Whatever you do, don't eat the cupcakes today?"

"Huh, why the *** not?" After Canada told him. "*****!" he shouted.

After our duo found there seat and everyone arrived, Canada sat and listen what little discussion was going on. He questioned whether it was a good time to let out the squirrels. Maybe later as it seems that some that they stared to bring out the food. Some nations some cupcakes that had dark colored frosting. "Yuck, this cupcake taste like crap dudes." America commented.

"Mine."

"Mine too."

"Ve, me too."

At that moment, England snatched the cupcake out of his former colony's hand and scrutinized it.

"Hey Iggy did you make this?"

"No, I didn't. Shut it. My cooking isn't that bad."

"No? I seem to recall that you send five people to the emergency room just last week." Informed France.

"I did not. Those gits had food poising long before I gave those biscuits. "Now judging the Icing, some kind is shit?"

"We already know taste like crap dude."

"No, you git. This is actual shit!" Just then, the nations who already eat a cupcake gone green and rushed to the restrooms with Italy being the fastest, while nations nation who was going to eat the pastries didn't and put them back where they got them.

"Wha-yuck, what with you stupid westerns and your sick jokes, aru?!"

"Aw, why the nerve of those of some people wasting good food like that."

"Just admit it was your fault, you frog?!"

"What, I never?!" As the two blonds started and was about to duke it out, Germany was about to spot them when the fire alarms went off, followed smoke of some kind. It was then that Canada unleased rodents. The furry creatures rushed around and crawled-up some of the nation's pant leg.

"AHHHH!" They screamed, as the nations shot-up danced around like dogs with fleas. Meanwhile, Germany felt a strong head-ache forming. "ALRIGHT, EVERYONE, GET OUT OF HER NOW?! I'LL FIND THE OTHERS!" After then nations in meeting room dashed out of there, including Romano and Canada, the German soon found the others already two-step ahead of him. Once outside, fire fighters came and that the smoke was caused-by Dry Ice and water, and several Squirrels that Germany had to call animal control again and set some live traps for them. In the meantime, the meeting was cancelled. To much of either everyone's relief or annoyance.

As Germany head home, turned on the radio to find that someone messed with his channel settings and set them to the channel that his brother liked. Needless to say they we're loud and obnoxious. He soon it turned and drove home. Later he found that the back of his car been sprayed by paint that says 'The Awesome Prussia Forever.'