I WORKED VERY HARD ON THIS.

Okay, so, for my Yu-Gi-Oh fans, read this, because this is not going to make any sense to not even the Hetalia fans out there. Hurrr.

Have fun wondering why I wrote this! :DDD

DISCLAIMER - I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INTERnAL BlEEDING OF THIS STORY.

I DO NOT OWN SWEDEN'S BABIES. BUT I DO OWE YOUR MOTHER. XD

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"I'm still wondering whether Matryoshka's are real." Canada sighs as he plays around with Russia's belongings. What are they doing in his house, you ask?

They want too, beotch.

"Bro, I got me some vodka.. Let's go drink up the party!" America comes out from the bathroom, slugging around and nealing against the wall, wearing a banana costume while listening to Justina Beaver, a large vodka bottle—flavored chocolate cream—in his grasp.

"Okay bro! Let's go! This is totally out of character! But who cares!" Whoops, the little doll falls onto the floor. We can blame Finland's dog for everything that falls out of Canada's hand.

"Let's go party in Kansas!"

"Where there are Tornadoes the size of monster trucks every hour of your pathetic life, America!"

"Totally, bro! I don't understand you but okay!oneoneone!111"

America starts slobbing over the wall, trying to crawl his way downstairs, to the kitchen, where there's Gilbird mixing up some drinks, tweeting Six-foot Seven-foot, by Little Wainne. Happily rapping.

"I sure love that bird, Canadia!" America snickers. He smacks his head on the glass door before entering the kitchen, and he falls onto the floor. Unconcious.

Canada screams, (not in a perverted way you sickos) and starts flailing his arms around like he's flagging a ship. Like you do in Mario Party Eight. "America, are you okay? Don't die! Obie wayn Kaynobi, you're my only hope!"

Canada flops around, trying to call for Godezz, because he can't find his wii remote, and his pants.

Pants on the ground.. pants on the ground.. lookin' like a fool, wit yo pants on da ground! ..Fool..

"Did someone call me, Da?"

They freeze in terror. Just like the actors did in Jurrrrrrrraaaasssssssiiiccc Park. America mumbles, "Russia, where is your clothes?"

Russia starts pjelvic thrusting like its his job... because it secretly is. Mind you.

Out of no where, splashes come from the bathroom (where Russia came from.. ehhh..) and all we hear is.. "OHONOHONOHOHOHOHOHN."

"WHO'S THAT POKEMON?"

"OUI MY DARLINGS, I HAVE COME TO SAVE YOU FROM YOUR VIRGIN TYRANNY. AND SEXUAL FRUSTURATION."

Out of no where, he jumps up and tries to attack America's virginity. OUT OF NO WHERE.

Again, Brittania Angel slaps France with his Kuuuuurrrby Wand. "YOU FOOL GET THE BLOODY AWAY FROM MY CHILDS, BECAUSE I DIVORCED YOU ALONG TIME AGO."' (sorry usuk ppls XD)

(Although, myself, I am a usuk fan, not a FRUKKING FAN HUURRR) "Ve~"

"HOLY CRAPPOLA, WHY AM I STUCK IN THIS MALERF COUCH THATS THE POPTATO BASTARD'S?"

"Moooooo.." Canada cartwheels around, smacking into the couch, knocking poor Romano back inside the couch where Spain is waiting.. patiently.. for him.. Fusosososososo~

"German Sparkle party!oneoneoneone!" America dances against Russia.

"Russcan forever!" The Doctor pops out of the TV.

Canada looks at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Canada.. Futher Mukeh!" He turns into Japan and flies away on his magic gundam (which is only sold in wallllllmart) XJA(*&RX788.

Canada sniffs Russia. Sweden starts popping my wife babies everywhere all over the floor. Tadaaa.

And this is how this underwear came to be..

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Alright, so, we wrote this story because on the hetalia America and Canada, it was one story away from being something along the lines of 1,668..

So we did one story, so it can be 1,669!

LOL Please don't hurt me.

Ne, Ja Ne! :D