Danke danke danke danke DANKE! All of you people are lovely! Thank you all who favorited, followed, and reviewed! I'm soooo excited for this story that I was already working on the second chapter after posting the first one. Now quick note. According to my crazy head after watching that MMD, each of our four jokers represents one symbol from the deck of cards. England represents diamonds, Prussia represents spades, Spain is the clubs, and of course France represents the hearts. So, don't get confused if they start calling each other that, ok? Remember that the nation secret can't be revealed(or can it?) so they'll call each other code names. And also, they won't act like their usual selves all the time since of course they are jokers which means they will play pranks on others or simply annoy them. Loooong AN, I know. Anyway, ONWARD!

Review replies:

11pink45:Shhhh,It's a secret that will be revealed later!

Zantetsuken Reverse:The hats are suppose to represent the card designs.(confusing, I know)

Cryanth:Worry not! He will come into the fray eventually! :D

happy reader:You shall find out in this chapter.(maybe) :)

REadER:Thank you for giving your opinion!

Disclaimer: I still don't own either of this two awesome things.

"Wh-What?" Stuttered Tony, eyeing the still bowing quad in front of the group.

"Exactly what you heard, Stark. Now you four, stand up," ordered Fury. But the group didn't budge.

"But we are standing, director," replied the Briton in a humorous voice. His fellow jesters nodded their still bowed heads, causing the balls at the ends of their hats to bob up and down.

If the situation wasn't shocking and serious (in some way), Clint would've been laughing his ass off at both the way they were dressed and at the man's reply.

The director, however, didn't look amused.

"Alright, you smart asses stand up straight," growled out Fury.

The quad immediately straightened. They stared ahead at the Avengers with wide eyes and mischievous smiles.

Tony inspected all of their faces while Fury and the jesters conversed. The one with the Spanish accent had brown hair and green eyes. The German accent belong to the albino next to him. Tony actually had to stop and think if the French accented one was in fact a male or a female since those blond locks and blue eyes looked far to feminine. But a quick glance to the chest revealed that the French was in fact a boy. And finally, his gaze wandered over to the British. He also had blond hair (but not as long as the Frenchman) and his eyes were a bottle-green color. But what caught the inventor's attention the most were the huge and thick eyebrows that rested just below the jester hat's brim.

"Dude," drawled out Stark,"are those caterpillars on your face?" Everyone that was next to Tony turned to look at him with wide eyes.

The room also silenced immediately.

"Excuse me?" Replied the Briton, pointing at himself with a black glove. Beside him, the other three smothered their laughs by covering their mouths with their hands.

"Yeah. Did they crawl up there and die or something?"

The grin was wiped off the blond man's face and was replaced with a dangerous frown. Both Natasha and Clint tensed, expecting for an attack, but both were surprised when the only counter the Briton made was the remark,"At least I don't have a night light in my chest."

Every one who knew Tony Stark thought the same thing.

Uh-Oh...

Brown eyes narrowed and glared into green ones, who glared backas heatedly as his. 'Now it's on, limey bastard.'

"Well, at least I don't look like an idiot dressed up like that."

"You don't look like one but you surely do act as one."

Clint couldn't resist the need anymore, so he let out a low "Ohhhhh..."

Tony turned and glared daggers at the archer, his eyes clearly screaming 'Who's side are you on?!' The Briton's grin returned full force, making him look like he was some sort of creepy clown doll.

"Well, that's enough," stated Fury, irritation clearly dripping off his words. He spun on his heel and turned to Tony, who was still sulking.

"Stark."

The brunette looked up.

"Listen to me closely. These four are to stay in this mansion,hmm. So no exceptions. Understand?"

A reluctant nod and curse was his reply.

~~~~~A few minutes past midnight~~~~~

Once everything had been arranged, the quad of jokers had been given their rooms after some arguing between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Tony could careless were those idiots (he had already dubbed them that earlier that day) slept, but Steve, kind-hearted Steve, argued that they needed an actual room in order to rest properly.

So in the end, our jokers had gotten the rooms that were the farthest away from everyone else's.

"Ahh, what a tiresome day!" Complained the brunette joker known as 'Club' by his peers."Wouldn't you agree, Spade?"

The albino, 'Spade', nodded and replied from his spot on the floor,"Ja."

The Spaniard and Prussian stayed silent before Club pulled out a pen from his sleeve and a piece of paper from the nightstand. He quickly scrawled something down before passing it to Spade.

Red eyes read the note.

'They're hearing us aren't they?'

The Prussian wrote back 'Yes'

'Do England and France know?'

'France was the one that told me, Spain.'

'I don't like the people here, Prussia. They're booooring!'

'Neither do I, Mein Freund. Neither do I.'

A knock from the direction of the door startled the pair into ripping the paper into pieces and burning it to ashes with the snap of Spain's fingers. Moments later, France and England, or 'Heart' and 'Diamond' as they would be called in front of the Avengers, walked in.

"No need to worry anymore. We've deactivated every computerized system in this wing," informed England with a sly smirk. Both nations looked pleased with themselves.

"Even Stark's AI?" Questioned the bubbly Spain.

France nodded,"Even the AI."

"Kesesese~. Remind me to never piss you off," laughed Prussia while flicking his wrist. A deck of cards suddenly appeared in his previously empty hand.

Soon enough, all four nations sat in a circle like they had done earlier and played a game of poker.

France at some point had made four cups of wine that refilled themselves constantly appear out of thin air. England, ever the perfect gentleman even after all that had happened to the quad, had refused his, but after a few minutes into the game, he had finally taken a sip, then another and another until the glass was empty. Of course it soon refilled itself.

At around two in the morning, the jester nations decided to call it a day (more like night, though) and they finally parted ways to their separate rooms.

And just as they were drifting off, they each had one thought in mind.

'Tomorrow will definitely be a living hell for those Avengers. We'll make sure of it.'

Quick Note: I know you may be wondering why I gave 'powers' to the nations. But just so you know, back then in the medieval era, jesters were sometimes accused of having powers or using witchcraft. I don't know where I read that but it just kept nagging at me so I decided to give it a try...And kudos to you if you understood the 'limey bastard' reference :D