Babe Ruth's. There were a lot of stupid things that'd been done in the "We can change the world" project, but this had to be the most diabolically genius and yet so pathetically dim witted that something bad was bound to happen. Italy finished setting the table, putting a Babe Ruth bar at every place setting except three. This would be fun. Looking back over the table, he double checked that three places didn't have the diabolical candy.

"Prussia! Is the food ready!~Ve?" Dinnertime was one of the only times there was a truce between the prank-warring Allies & Axis.

"Can jou vaid for like dree more zeconds?" Prussia snapped back, carrying the main dish in. Despite Italy's protest they were having Schnitzel with krade-butter and vegetable dishes.

"No, that would insinuate that he's paitient." Prussia and Italy froze in disbelief.

"What?" America asked, a blonde eyebrow creeping up his forehead.

"Nothing~ve" Italy resumed his work, finishing up the table.

"I justd didn'd know jou knew vhat 'Insiuate' meandt..." Prussia finished filling the glasses.

"Well, I do. So ha!" They shared a gigle before ringing the rather humorous antique bell, signaling dinnertime.

"Come and get it!" The call rang through the house and the other countries came quickly, like exited children. France and England arrived first, arguing as usual, and yet sitting next to one another. China and Japan both arrived in quiet demeanor and sat quietly on opposite sides of the table. Canada entered and sat next to Prussia. Everyone looked unsure about the candy bars, but went ahead and got food. Murmurs of approval stumbled through the air.

"Zoh...Vhat are zese for?" Russia asked uneasily.

(Russia uneasy? The world's gonna implode!)

"Hey! Quit breaking the fourth wall!" America growled.

I'm not breaking it..you are!

"Seriously, you're ruining the whole chapter. The rest of it was crap, but you had a real chance with this one, and look what you're doing to it...Bugger.." England sighed exasperatedly.

Can we PLEASE get back to the story?

"Fine...Don'd blame us if they hade it."

Shut UP PRUSSIA!

"ANYWAY! I don't know~ve, I thought you Allies had the candy brought in." Italy answered smoothly. The Allies looked nervously at one another, shooting questioning glances and receiving shrugs.

"Seem safe enough to me!" England said enthusiastically as he opened his up.

"Stop! I can't have you eating that and dying!" France said, freezing England midbite.

"You'll just come back and kill me. But then again...You try that all the time~ Cherie."

"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A DAMN WANKER!" England angrily took a bite, making a noise of approval a moment later. Seeing England didn't keel over, the other Allies shrugged and opened theirs.

"Soh...vhere is dis going exactly?"

Prussia! Quit that! The scene freezes and the Axis come around the table leaning on it and facing forward.

"No really, where is this going?"

I dunno...

"I dought jou vere supposed to be the writer!"

"Check the script~ve." They pull out large packets with "INSERT WITTY TITLE" In bold capitals.

"Nice title by the way." America snickered.

Shut it, you.

"Okay..let's see...candy bars...insinuate...England and France...Hey! It's not in here!"

What? Lemme see that!

"Noh, he's right, look!" Prussia hands me the script.

Huh...that's weird...

"Look below it ~ve! It says 'Ask the audience'."

What? Show me.

"Right ." America points to it in my script.

America...Where do you even learn these words? He shrugs at me and points a sign that says 'WEBSTER'.

"Soh ask dem!"

Alright, alright! I'm gettin' to it...

Author's note: Yeah..I didn't break the fourth wall, I OBLITORATED it. Okay, so you read the script! I want to know what YOU want to happen with the candy bars. Anyways...To answer the yells of 'Every Thursday, huh?' and 'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?' I have sickly and that is why some of the chapters suck REALLY bad. So yeah...I will say since something always wants to happen to screw with Thursday, I will say that I will post up a chapter every two weeks hopefully. And i FINALLY found My collab author! So review and leave suggestions...Or die by Ivan's hand!