Happy April fools day, guys! I love you all!

Since I'm not able to get on my profile half the time, I'm going to make remarks now.

Applesause56: Stop cussing you fucking potty mouth! (I'm a hypocrite and proud of it)

Ellenthefox: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY! Yandere Italy is hot. I would pay to see him like that in the series. XD

DreamsComeFromtheHeart: Change your penname! Change it NAOOOOO! And thanks for the ideas in this chapter (that's my way of giving you credit).

*story start*

On the dark, dreary night of March 31, three figures (Em-Chan, Rochelle, & Kenzie) could be seen sneaking from Germany's house in a sneakily way…sneakily. Rochelle turned to her two partners in crime.

"Ok, so we know what we have to do, right?"

"Yussss!" replied Kenzie.

"Oui!" said Em-Chan (I don't know what 'yes' is in Chinese :I)

The three split up to obviously start drama.

*the next day in Canada*

Our transparent little Canadian had just finished his morning ritual of brushing his teeth (with maple syrup), washing his hair (with maple syrup), watching the morning news (while chugging a bottle of maple syrup), and eating a plate of homemade pancakes (drizzled lightly in honey). Having nothing better to do (read: no friends to hang with), he put on an old joggers suit and got ready to take a walk outside.

But when he went out side he saw something he had never seen before…the little red flag on his mailbox was sticking up.

"Eh?"

…Canada getting mail was a rare happening. So of course he ran for his mailbox like a crazed, rabid squirrel.

He pulled out the letter.

"To Canada," he read "from…Nonya Business?" he was momentarily puzzled, but the excitement of getting a letter made him push his confusion away.

"Who could it be from? Has someone finally realized I exist!" he tore the top of the letter off with his teeth and frantically started reading the neat cursive handwriting.

Dear America #2,

"Maple hockey!" Canada cursed, but kept reading.

I feel like it is my responsibility as a noble snitch to inform you that everything you believe is total bullshit. You see, everyone really knows you exist,-

"Yay!" Canada cheered, before going back to reading.

-they just don't like you.

"Aw." Canada read on.

So the next time that everyone ignores what you have to say, or runs away screaming something about a ghost, or have a party and don't invite you, it's not because they forgot about you, they just secretly wish you would die. Goodbye, and have a pleasant tomorrow!

Sincerely,

Kenzie

P.S. Kenzie didn't write this.

P.P.S. America wont the 2008 hockey Olympics! SUCK IT!

"….."

Canada went back into his house, drank every bottle of maple syrup he had, and passed out in a closet.

*with Russia*

Russia was happily doing Russian stuff, like drinking vodka and tormenting the Nordics…or was it the Baltic's…? When I thought occurred to him.

"Ah, the all mighty Russia has not busted open any heads with old water pipe in many hours. I should do that now. It makes me pleasure smile. ^J^" the creep said.

The ex-commi walked to his closet where he kept his trusty, rusty water pipe and opened the door.

"Wha?" Russia was puzzled to see nothing in his closet.

"Water pipe! Where are you?" he started frantically tearing apart the closet.

All he found was a mysterious note.

Dear scary man,

Water pipes are NOT meant to be kept in the house. Which is why I've decided to take it…

…um, bye?

Mysterious Person

A creepy purple aura appeared around Russia as he read and re-read the note.

"Kolkolkol. Russia will find this Mysterious Person and rip their heart out with his teeth."

He left the house.

*with America*

America, being the fat ass he was, was sitting in front of his TV. eating a healthy bowl of coco puffs in chocolate milk, drenched in chocolate syrup in his super man boxers…and did I mention it was his fifth bowl?

Suddenly, his channel was interrupted by a special broadcast. The reporter (who looked mysteriously like Em-Chan wearing a fake mustache) began speaking.

"We interrupt your program to bring you distressing new!" said the 'reporter'.

"Distressing?" said America.

"Yes, distressing. It seems that fighting has broken out in the middle east again! Women are being eaten and babies are exploding everywhere!" said the reporter.

"Holy cow!" said America.

"OH THE HORRORS!" yelled the reporter. "If only there were someone to bring democracy to these people!"

"AMERICA TO THE RESCUE!"

America leapt from the couch and ran to the nearest airport to go 'save' the middle east…he was still in his boxers…

*with France*

The French personification was taking a break from his many, many lovers to take a shower.

But as he past his mirror, he saw a horrific sight.

"What ze hell!" he said, clinging to his bald head.

"My 'air! My 'air! Someone 'as DEFILED it!"

Yes, the country with flowing, golden locks was now as bald as one of those weird naked cats.

"I cannot live like this!"

He went and cried himself to sleep.

*with Germany*

"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS?" the angry German was yelling at the three girls while pointing to his pink hair.

"Not me." said Em-Chan.

"I didn't do it." said Rochelle.

"I didn't even know pink hair dye existed." said Kenzie (who was holding the pink hair dye behind he back).

"MAKE MY HAIR BLOND AGAIN! NOW!" Germany yelled.

"Can't." said Rochelle.

"Yeah. That stuffs permanent. It'll stay that way for at least three weeks." said Em-Chan. Kenzie nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Ludi?" said Kenzie.

"VHAT!" the angry German yelled.

The three girls screamed in unison. "APRIL FOOLS!"

…Kenzie, Rochelle, and Em-Chan were in the hospital for three months afterwards…

Not gonna lie, I completely fudged this whole thing. I made a deadline for myself and didn't start writing this thing until yesterday, so I didn't get as much time as I would have like to work on it…but I still hope you guys enjoyed it!

~Review please