Denmark- Hey! Norge1 when do you think were gonna appear?

Norway- Well, writer#2 is putting us in this chapter...

Iceland- HetaliaShadow doesn't own Hetalia

Hong Kong- And this fic is like dedicated to EeveLuver

Chappie 4

"Oh, look Liet, the unicorn costume is a one-person costume." Feliks said, holding it up, because, being himself, he didn't look at it that much before buying it.

"That's fine Feliks. I'll just take out my old knight outfit." Toris said looking over his shoulder while going into the basement to look for it.

"Omg yes, you looked seriously hot as a knight. Imma like start the other preparations for the party. It's like in three days." Poland called after Toris, whom he knew was blushing and also knew him enough that he was going to be down in the basement for awhile.

Toris walked into the pitch black basement, he began to feel along the wall for the lightswitch. After awhile he found it and flicked them on. In front of him was a dark stone tunnel, which has been there because Poland's house was build over one of the old castles that used to be everywhere, and he really like the dungeons, so he kept them.

Toris dreamily sighed. There wasn't a thing that he didn't like about Feliks. He then shook his head, he needed to get this old armor ready first. Reaching into the old shelf next to him, he pulled out an unused torch, lighting it, he turned off the electrical lights and walked down the hallway until he reached the room where the armors are kept. He opened the door and peered inside. Then he screamed and dropped the torch he was holding, instead of going out, it just illuminated the armor room.

Feliks, retreiving his notepad with all his preperations, sat down at the couch and resumed planning. As he was planning, he eard Toris's scream ring throught the house.

"Aha! I know know where I forgot to clean! The armor room!" Feliks said, then started laughing. "I wish I could like see Liet's face right now!"

Liet stood in front of the armor room, the door was ajar, and his mouth was agape. He then fell on his knees and almost began to cry. 3/4 of the room was spray painted pink including the armors, on the back wall it seems that Poland spray-painted, "Russia is a fat dumbassssss." Also, concerning the layers of dust over everything, Toris calculated that Poland has not been here since the Cold War ended, or even longer.

Liet tenderly and slowly walked into the room, he had picked up the torch and blew it out while flicking the light switch on. (A/N Why aren't there lights in the hallway? Cause I'm cool like that, jk. Its just cause i felt like making Toris walk around holding a torch :)

"To not clean up the armors at least once every 6 months, Feliks is crazy" Toris sighed. "Might as well start now."

Liet then grabbed all the necessary supplies and started cleaning the armors and scraping off all the spray paint, but leaving the graffitti on the wall.

Feliks smiled. He was finally done with planning. Now it was time to put his plan into action. He called Prussia yet again.

"So like, did you finish sending out the invitations?" He said into the phone, while quickly writing out requests to specific people.

"Of course. The awesome me got the job done."

"Well I like have another request for you, and like, don't destroy Austria's house that much this time, kay?"

"Kesesese~ I'll try, but the awesome me doesn't make any promises."

"Kay, well like I want you to like send out all the requests I've made for people. It's not everyone it's just England, America, France, Spain, the Italies, Germany, and you of course."

"Hehe~ I'll be there soon, just gotta say good-bye to Mattie before I'm off."

"Omg you like totally have to tell me all about what you and Mattie do when your alone!" Poland laughed as he heard the Canadian's meak voice cry out, "no!" Then Gilbert hung up.

Poland, since he was done with everything for a moment, and knowing Prussia wasn't going to be here for like another half-hour, he decided to go see what Liet is up to.

"Hey Romano! Look! It's an invitation to go to Poland's Halloween party! Let's go get you a costume!" Spain said cheerfully, waving the invitation in the Italian's face, then grabbing his arm and dragging him to his car.

"What about your damn costume?"

"Oh, I'm just going to wear my bullfighter clothes" (A/N teehee) Romano blushed, thinking about how Spain's ass looks like in those pants. (A/N doesn't everyone?)

"And what the hell do you want me to be?" Romano asked, unhappy while Spain was looking through a pile of costumes.

"A tomato! haha~ It matches your face!" Spain said, laughing and smiling.

"Shut the hell up!" Romano yelled and headbutted Spain's stomach.

"Oi! Norge! Poland's having a Halloween party again!" Denmark loudly said while wearing his egotistical smile.

"So?" Norway calmly said, looking up from his sandwhich.

"Really? Su-san, can we go this year again?" Finland said, turning away from his cooking. (A/N being a good wife XD)

"Hm...Sure..." Sweden said, in his usual bland tone.

"We all have to figure out what we're wearing!" Denmark's voice boomed throught their house.

"Will you be quiet for once?" Norway said.

"Ahaha~ but why should I? You are definately coming with us!"

"I am not."

"Then I will I have to drag you!" Denmark yelled and jumped over the table to tackle Norway, who just dodged him. Denmark grabbed his leg out from under him and pulled him close, smiling and laughing while Norway continues hitting his head with his elbow.

"Um, Norway, I think you're killing all his brain cells." Finalnd said, a little worried.

"He doesn't have any." Norway stated, his face free of emotion.

"Aww, c'mon, that's mean." Denmark whined while Norway kept bashing his head.

"You are finally sober man! Do you know how hard it was chasing you around?" America whined, complaing to England as always.

"No, nor do I care." Arthur said, drinking alcohol-free tea.

"Dude, that is so mean! I had to hold you back from killing France who randomly appeared in your rosebushes."

"You shouldn't have. I should have killed that bloody frog for detroying my roses."

"Anyway, like this invitation to Poland's Halloween Party came. Here it is." America said, holding out the invitation to Iggy.

"About time," Iggy said, looking out the window, not bothering to take the invitation from him.

"Dude, like why aren't you taking it?" America said, confused, "Are you gonna not go?" He said, hopeful that Arthur was going to spend Halloween with him.

"I am, and I know what it says. It's the same every year."

"I can't believe you are choosing him over me." Alfred huffed. England stopped looking out the window and turned his head at the American. "I bet his party is going to be totally lame."

"I told you before, don't underestimate him."

"I told you that it's too late for that. And you're like ignoring the fact that i obviously stated that you perfer him over me." England rolled his eyes and stood up at America's remark.

"Why would you think that?" He whispered darkly into Alfred's ear.

Poland- So like review already.

Hong Kong- Like seriously, review now.

writer#2- please? I'll give you a cookie