Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to update! I've been... preoccupied. Yeah. That's the only way to put it. Hopefully I'll be able to update more often from here on. In the meantime, enjoy a (slightly shorter) new chapter of 101 Damnations! Hazzah! :D

There was just something about Germany's tone that made America stop zapping lasers at the killer teddy bears and turn around to listen. The German was scowling like a pug, though unlike the dog, he was doing it intentionally and meaning every bit of malice that radiated from that frown. "America," he said in a commanding voice, "it's almost ten. You should stop playing your retarded games now."

"Awwwwww!" America whined. "But I was just getting to the…" He turned back to the screen. The bears had completely swarmed his character. "…fun… part…"

With a sigh, he trudged to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Germany was scary when he was mad.

Brazil's eyes widened as the two Nordics told him their plan. "You want me to act as the decoy? B-but…"

"Do it," Norway deadpanned.

"It'll work better than us being the decoys, anyway," Iceland added, giving the Brazilian a small shove. "Hurry up, I think they're reloading."

Brazil gulped. "O-okay…"

He straightened up and headed towards them, all the while trying to control his compulsion to run and hide under the nearest rock he could find. "Lino, Paulo, pare imediatamente, ou eu diria Mãe que você faz—gyaaah!" He quickly ducked out of the way when the twins started firing at his head. "Oh my gosh I knew this was a bad idea! Norway! Iceland! H-heeeelp!" He turned around, but their hiding spot was now empty. Brazil stared blankly bush they'd been hiding behind. How on earth had they disappeared so f—

He was quickly snapped out of his stupor when one of the twins dropped his gun and tackled him. "Nooo! It wasn't supposed to end this way! I—I'm too young to die!" Then said twin clamped a hand over his mouth and began pinning his arms behind his back.

The other twin continued firing, but was soon interrupted when Prussia jumped out of his playing-possum mode and grabbed the boy around the waist, wrenching the gun from his hands. "Hahahaha! I've got you now, brat! I am so aweso—" The rest of his sentence dissolved into a pained grunt when the boy lashed out at him and smashed his heel into the Prussian's shin.

The other one, meanwhile, had somehow procured a long length of rope and was busy tying Brazil's wrists.

"Bloody hell," England muttered as he watched the carnage before him, "when will this madness end?"

After a quick talk with Germany, Spain was switched to Sweden's room, where he was happily (well, not so happily…) snuggled in the bed meant to be Belarus's. "I'm r'ly s'ry 'bout what happen'd, Spain," the tall Nordic mumbled.

"Ahahaha! No, it's perfectly fine!" Spain reassured him. "In fact, you really saved me… Russia had his water pipe and I was trapped—thank goodness you swooped in right then!" He was about to turn off the bedside lamp when the door suddenly burst open and a paint-covered Romano stormed in.

"You!" he barked, a wild look in his eye. "Where the hell were you! Have you seen what's going on out there! Why didn't you tell me you switched rooms! Do you know how scary Russia is! Where's—"

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down, Lovi!" cried Spain, rushing up to him. "Tell me from the beginning."

"What, are you nuts? There's no time to do that! V-Veneziano's stuck outside with those—those paintball gun-wielding little twerps—two of 'em—"

"What's that?" said a voice behind him. "Two 'little twerps', you say?"

Spain winced. Romano turned around. Portugal was standing there in her pajamas, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. "You're not talking about my twins, are you?"

Romano and Spain exchanged glances. "Uh… y-yes?"

While trying to sleep, America suddenly sat bolt upright and flung the covers off. "I SENSE," he screamed, "A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE!"

Germany groaned. If he had a kid, he would never let him play video games, ever.

Greece and Japan stood in the closet together, facing each other awkwardly. "Um," Greece finally said, "was I… disturbing… you and Romano?"

Japan, his eyes glued to the floor, frantically shook his head. "N-no! I saw him in the hall and wanted to ask him what was wrong!"

"But… you were in the closet… together…"

"W-well, that was because…" Japan blushed. "I-I didn't want you or Turkey-san to f-find me…"

"Why not?"

"B-because… w-well…" He looked away. It would be bad to complain about how they were always fighting over him… "B-because… I… was… preparing a surprise for you guys! Y-yeah!" His face flushed. "S-so I didn't want you to walk in on me while I was working… haha…" He crossed his fingers and hoped Greece would buy it.

Luckily, the Mediterranean nation seemed completely captivated by his story. "Oh, if… that's so… sorry. I'll… wait patiently… then… and not bother you…"

The moment his friend left, Japan mentally slapped himself. "Someday, I really should tell them…" he muttered to himself, as a feeling of deep shame settled in.

The Latin Americans were retiring to their bedrooms when Argentina suddenly stopped halfway up the stairs. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I left my sandals outside!"

"I told you taking them off was a bad idea," Chile chided. "Never mind, I'll go look for them. Make sure Huayna doesn't booby-trap my bed, okay?" He thrust Peru at Ecuador and turned back down the stairs.

As he opened the door, he was suddenly greeted by a clamor of shouting and wailing. "What on earth is going on out here?" he muttered, looking around. Out of the blue, something slammed into the side of his head. Chile felt something warm and wet flowing down his ear. "What the…?"

He turned to the left and saw Príncipe waving at him, a paintball gun held in the air. At his feet was a badly-bruised and paint-splattered Prussia, once again reverting to playing dead. Chile looked down. The paint had dribbled onto his shirt, staining it an ugly mauve.

And suddenly, it was like something within him just snapped. First he was forced to room with his stupid brother, then he got creamed in Monopoly by said brother, and now this? He rounded on Príncipe, trembling in rage.

"You… little… fucker…"

"But I DO sense a disturbance in the force!" America insisted. Germany just shook his head.

"Bed. Now. Don't make me repeat myself," he snapped.

"Where is Portugal's room, anyway?" said Iceland, poking his head through a doorway and immediately regretting it when he saw a half-naked Morocco. "If only we'd paid more attention to Switzerland…"

"Don't worry, I have a good feeling about going in this direction," Norway replied. Suddenly he stumbled. "…Hey, that's weird. I thought I tripped over something."

"Eh? How could it be? It must've your own feet; there's nothing there." The two continued down the hall, oblivious to the figure sprawled on the floor behind them.

Lying prone after taking a bad fall, Canada sighed. "Someone help me up… please… please…?"

Luckily, reinforcements arrived before Chile succeeded in killing anyone. While Spain restrained the irate Andean nation, Portugal rounded up the twins and confiscated their paintball guns. "Darn it, I leave you two for one moment and this is what happens?" she snarled, grabbing them by the ear. "We're going to have a long talk right now, boys."

"Darn it!" Chile spat, struggling in Spain's grip. "The buggers! I'll teach them a lesson—lemme go, Dad! I'll—"

"You'll calm down and speak to them nicely," said Spain sternly. "They're just children. You shouldn't—"

"You're a pedophile! A pedophile! I don't care what you say! You'd probably let me hit them if I was small and cute too! Darn it, darn it, darn it…"

"Y-Yamai, calm down…" said Paraguay weakly.

"Shut up! This has gone on for long enough! Do you know, those brats keep wreaking havoc at my place! I ought to sink their entire puny pathetic little country, I do!"

Brazil bristled. "Well, I'm sorry they keep escaping from my house every time they visit! You try keeping tabs on them all the time!" He sighed. "But please, don't be angry anymore. Let's all just go and get some rest, okay?"

Chile glared at the twins. They stared fearfully back at him. Finally, with an angry huff, he wrenched himself away from Spain and stormed off. "Ah! W-wait!" Spain hurried after him.

"Thank goodness, it finally ended," said England as the shaken nations slowly picked themselves up. "Everyone okay?"

"Ve, I think Sealand needs some help," said Italy, peeling the boy from the rosebushes. "Ooh, that looks really painful…"

Switzerland looked disdainfully at his stained pajamas. "This stuff better be washable," he grumbled.

Brazil and Portugal's eyes met. "Uh oh," Brazil gasped when the latter grabbed him by the shoulder. "M-Mãe, I—"

"And you and I need to have a talk as well, don't we?" Portugal smiled. Brazil shuddered. "About keeping an eye on your siblings…"

Paraguay winced. "Good luck, João," he mumbled. "We're praying for your safe return."

America finally settled down after a cup of hot chocolate. "The disturbance is gone!" he proclaimed as he dove under the covers. "Gootuh nackt, Germany!"

Germany facepalmed. "Don't talk to me in German ever again."

A moment of silence passed. Then:

"Germany?"

"What?"

"Now I'm too full to sleep."

"Ahahaha… I haven't been mentioned even once in this darn fic so far," said Lithuania.

(Now you have! :D)

"Hehehe… s-say… I have… one more physics joke to tell," France wheezed.

"Just shut up and walk quietly," barked Switzerland, who was helping him up the stairs.

France ignored him. "So… all the great scientists up in heaven… decided to play a game of hide and seek…" he began. "Einstein was the seeker. He counted to a hundred and turned around… and there was… Newton standing in the middle of a square drawn on the ground… one meter by one meter… and so Einstein said, 'I found you, Newton!'… But then Newton said, 'No you didn't… I'm one Newton per square meter… I'm a Pascal! So you… found Pascal, not me." France chuckled to himself, except it sounded more like he was choking on a fishbone. "Get it? One Newton per… square meter… a Pascal?"

"…" Switzerland let him fall back down the stairs.

Sorry. Physics nerd right here. I haven't recovered from IB yet. XD

Poor Canada.