H-hi guys! Sorry, it's been a while... please don't throw stuff at me, it makes me sad... B-but anyway, I eventually did finish the next chapter, see? I-I hope it'll appease your anger at my not updating since, like, forever... So, yeah. E-enjoy...

Just to clarify things, this takes place the next morning.

England was frolicking with his fairy friends in a great big daisy field when the sky opened up and a torrent of icy water suddenly rained down on him. "Bloody hell!" he screamed, flailing his arms about. He looked up. The sun was still shining as brightly as ever. Shrugging, he continued bounding along, until a sharp pain suddenly exploded in his forehead and he felt himself tumbling…

He hit the floor in a mess of bedsheets. "Jerk England!" he heard a high voice shriek as the field disappeared, replaced by an ugly blue carpet. He tried to get up, but he was too tangled in his blanket and as he twisted his head to look up there was a loud crack.

"GYAAAAAAAAHHH! MY NECK!"

"Jerk! Serves you right!" Sealand whacked him with the bucket again. "That's what you get for not waking up! Now get up before I pour more water on you!"

"Ugh… Peter, what do you want?"

"I'm hungry!"

England groaned. "Push off, you little twerp, I don't feel like making you food today."

"Not you, I want Sweden to make me breakfast! But I don't know where he is so you have to come find him with me!"

"And if I refuse?"

Sealand scowled. Then he jammed the bucket over England's head and stormed off.

"Oh, bloody hell…"

Luckily, Australia didn't ask too many questions when he found the Brit in a tangled heap on the floor, with wet clothes and a bucket where his head should be.

China didn't even want to know how Yong Soo had gotten his hands on a megaphone. All that mattered was getting away from that awful noise reverberating down the corridor, first loud, then soft, then loud again, as though the Korean was running back and forth in the hallway. Which he probably was.

"Annyeonghaseyo! Annyeonghaseyo! Wakey-wakey, everyone! Annyeonghaseyo!"

Grumbling about torture and Chinese finger traps, he dragged himself out of bed and peered out of his room. He found himself face-to-face with a giant grey circle with a cone around it. It took him a few seconds to realize exactly what had happened, and by then it was too late to get away…

"ANNYEONGHASEYO ANIKI~~~~~! BOY, YOU SURE ARE A SLEEPYHEAD, AREN'T YOU?"

The sheer volume sent China reeling backwards, and he crashed into Denmark standing behind him."What the hell, Yong Soo?" he cried as he picked himself up. "Are you out of your mind aru?"

"Wow, that's a cool megaphone you have there!" The Nordic nation commented, grinning. "Mind if I borrow that for a while?"

South Korea beamed. "SURE THING! SPREAD THE JOY!"

"Hey, thanks!" Denmark smiled to himself. A certain someone was going to get the wake-up call of his life…

…

"Unfortunately for you," said Norway, when the Dane finally arrived at the dining table, "I got up long before you could pull that sort of thing on me."

"Darn it!" Denmark whined. "I'll get you tomorrow for sure!" He lifted the megaphone. "FOR SURE, MY LITTLE NORGE, SO YOU CAN LOOK FORWARD TO—"

"Your tie's in my porridge."

"NO! NOT MY FAVORITE STRIPED TIE! I WORE IT TO COPENHAGEN LAST LAST YEAR!"

"…Denmark?"

"YES?"

"Shut up."

Russia cracked open an eye. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was getting crushed by something. Something fat and Italian-like, if he recalled properly. (He would have to ask those cute little hair-curl brothers about that later.) He yawned and sat up, slowly taking in his surroundings. Oh yeah, that's right; he was in the room he shared with Spain, da! He glanced at the bed beside his. No doubt said Spaniard would still be peacefully snoozing away—

Wait. Wait wait wait. What was that?

Did Spain just mutter, "Marry me, brother" in a feminine voice?

Russia gulped. This was not good… As carefully as possible, he lifted the sheets and couldn't help but shudder when he saw a sleeping Belarus underneath. He slowly withdrew his hand and backed away. He'd almost gotten to the door when his sister suddenly stirred.

"Nnh… Brother?"

He turned and ran.

"Hey, hey, don't let him get to you," said Prussia as Germany vehemently stabbed his fork into a hunk of cheese. "Just think about all those less tolerant nations out there who could've been his roommate instead."

"I kind of wish one of them could take my place," Germany grumbled. "If we're lucky, he or she will snap and finally get rid of that loudmouth once and for all."

"Aww, come on, it's not that bad! His brother's a nice person!"

"What does his brother have to do with this? And you weren't there when he started making those video game noises again," Germany grumbled. "Seriously, though, who in their right mind would play games first thing in the morning?"

"Haha! Don't worry about it! He's just being an idiot, as usual! Kesesesese!" Prussia sat down beside his brother, grabbing a slice of wurst off Germany's plate. "By the way, I was coming here earlier and it was so scary! Someone put a bowl of cereal on the table and the spoon was just moving by itself! I think we have ghosts here or something."

"Hm. Maybe it was that guy you always hang out with, the one who lives near America. You know, the one no one ever remembers?"

"Huh? Mattie? Can't be, he's sitting right across from us. Don't you see him?"

"Bruder, are you feeling alright? There's no one—oh." Germany blinked. Now that he mentioned it... He waved apologetically to the blond man pouring maple syrup over his pancakes.

Then it sank in. "W-wait," he said, "who's that eating the cereal then?"

…

America wondered why everyone was staring at him. Were they jealous of his Cap'n Crunch? No, their expressions didn't seem quite right… He shrugged. They were probably just hungry. He waved to a passing Hong Kong and received another terrified look. What was going on? Did he have BO or something? He sniffed under his arm. Nope, nothing wrong there… Maybe there was something on his face! He got up to check in the bathroom mirror—and now it was his turn to stare in horror.

His face wasn't there.

"Oh my god!" he cried, gripping the sides of the mirror in disbelief. It had to be a trick! It had to! He quickly looked in an adjacent mirror. Still no face. No body either. "Nooooo!" he screamed, banging his head against the mirror. "How could this happen? Why can't I see my reflection?"

…

"There, that should get rid of him for a while," said England as he lowered his wand. "Now to go downstairs and—huh?"

From the window, he spotted (a perfectly normal-looking) Sealand bounding across the courtyard. The boy looked up and made a face at him as he passed by. "Jerk England!" he shouted up at him before running off.

England gulped. "Oh bugger," he mumbled as he hurriedly tucked his wand out of sight. No one needed to know he'd just screwed up another spell… right?

"Yo, Liet!" Poland called as he burst into Lithuania's room. "Let's have breakfast together! I made a nice loaf yesterday, you should totally try it! It's got, like, a whole ton of pink sprinkles on the top and it looks so cute!"

"Oh, um… s-sounds fantastic…" said Lithuania, trying not to look too green at the thought of pink sprinkles. "By the way, what's with that outfit?"

"This?" Poland swished his skirts around. "Isn't it, like, so pretty? I look like one of those strong-arm German girls!" He leaned in. "Don't tell anyone, but I found it in Germany's closet. Before he switched rooms, I mean. And, like, it's totally tailored to fit a guy! I wonder who it was made for…"

"BUT NORGE, I SOUND SO GOOD WITH THIS MEGAPH—AAAAAAAAHHH! NO! STOP! I-I'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE! J-JUST STOOOOOOPPP!"

Hungary awoke to a faint rumbling noise. Making sure she had a good grip on her frying pan, she sat up and looked around, arms held up in case she got jumped. With France, you could never take too many precautions. She spotted said Frenchman face-down on the floor, apparently still passed out from last night's events. And the source of the rumbling…

She tried not to burst out laughing when she saw Austria sprawled on a chair, his head tilted awkwardly, snoring like an old man on a hot afternoon. He must've sneaked in here in the middle of the night to make sure France left her alone—that, and the fact that it was pretty hard to keep a straight face around Poland in his negligee. "Oh, what the heck," she said to herself as she stretched her arms with a yawn, "I'll just let him sleep…"

But before she left the room, she made sure to take a picture.

(A/N: Author does not particularly care for Austria/Hungary. It just happened to work out that way this chapter.)

Canada heard the door open and felt a familiar presence in the room. "Alfred?" he said, turning around. "Is that you?" Strangely, there was no one to be seen.

"Psst! Dude, I'm right here!"

Canada jumped. So did Germany and Prussia.

"A—Alfred?" Canada blinked in disbelief. Was that weird disembodied voice really his brother? "Where are you?"

"Right in front of you, dude! Somehow I turned invisible! Hey, don't—ow! Watch it! You almost poked out my eye!"

"Sorry," Canada replied, withdrawing his hand. "What happened to you?"

There was a pause during which America probably shrugged. "Dunno. I was eating cereal and then it… just happened."

Prussia and Germany exchanged glances. "England," they said at the same time. "Kesesesese! Jinx, you owe me a beer!" the albino added.

"Poor thing…" Canada tried to pat America's shoulder but missed completely. Then an ugly thought came to mind. "But, you know… somehow I think this really suits you…" Ha! Now the most obnoxious and well-known has turned invisible… thank you, karma!

"…Did you just think something mean about me?"

"Eh… n-not really." Canada smiled innocently. "Come, let's figure out how to get you back to normal."

Finland's jaw dropped as he took in the scene before him. The entire room was a mess of napkins and silverware, with spoons and spatulas scattered all over the place. There was even the occasional knife stuck inches deep in the wall. The drawers had been pulled open and their contents thrown up onto the floor—straws and skewers and a can opener stained with something that didn't quite look like rust… Overhead, a megaphone hung from the ceiling on a little noose made of rubber bands. A crumpled figure lay groaning in the corner—with a start, Finland realized it was a very dazed Denmark. He had his tie shoved down his throat and a piece of duct tape over his mouth. There was a bowl clapped over his head and something runny dripping down his face. Finland shuddered.

And, sitting calmly in the middle of all this mess, eating nonchalantly, was Norway.

Finland gaped. "U-um…"

Their eyes met. Finland took a tiny step back. He tried to look away, but Norway had him trapped in his gaze like a deer-trapping headlight. Finally, the Norwegian spoke.

"Porridge?"

A moment of silence passed. Then Finland nodded dumbly. "Okay…"

It's been a while since I wrote anything, so I hope this is still up to standards! Thank you to all those wonderful readers out there for: 1) Reading this chapter and 2) waiting for this chapter for so long even though I said I'd have more time to work on it over the summer. Review please!