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? x Canada (it's probably gonna be Prussia)

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Berlin, Germany

"W-what are you doing?" Canada asked, still half-drunk as Prussia kneeled before him – red eyes glinting victoriously. Italy moved away from Canada curiously as he and Germany watched (the latter had a really bad feeling about this).

"What do you think?" Prussia stated, as if Canada were stupid. The Prussian grabbed Canada's short skirt, flipping it upwards without any kind of hesitation, "I'm gonna invade your vital regions, kid!" Gilbert snickered, feeling victorious as he would finally conquer Kanada (who, for a kid, had kicked the Germans asses rather well).

It was time for some payback.

"Do you really think I'll just sit here, roll over, and take it?" Matthew asked dryly, "I burned down Alfred's White House when he tried to 'invade my vital regions.' What do you think I'll do to you?" Canada suddenly looked like something that had come from hell, causing Prussia to stop in his actions, though he desperately tried to hide his fear.

"Y-You think I'm afraid of you?" Prussia smirked, though the stutter in his voice proved otherwise, "I'm gonna do this, kid." Gilbert continued on – despite Germany's protests.

"What, Bruder?" Prussia raised a brow at his brother, "You can join in too if you want. We can tie the kid down, since you like that stuff and all." Gilbert snickered when Ludwig flushed visibly – and then just seemed to slump and sigh. "The kid's gotta be punished for making that big mess."

"Ve ~ let me join in too!" Italy stated, waving his hand – like a child who wanted to be picked by the teacher, "I'm really, really, really good at this stuff!" Feliciano smiled blissfully.

Canada looked like he wanted to say something, but – he, instead, simply gave a light moan and quickly bent over, throwing up all over Prussia's legs.

"Aw, what the hell, kid?!" Prussia crawled away from Canada, looking at his suddenly vomit-covered pants with disgust. "I'll really invade your vital regions for this!" Gilbert snarled, not so amused as Canada simply snickered drunkenly at him.

"You can try," Matthew smirked, though he still looked half-drunk, "But I know how to avoid it. I was raised by France, you know. And America is my neighbour."

Prussia snickered, no wonder why Canada was such a bitch to fight against on the battlefield. He would certainly take out all his rage in the war (ugh, being under England's control and America's neighbour?). It was surprising Canada wasn't even more vicious than he already was.

"Give me some pasta." Matthew turned to Feliciano – who simply conjured a plate out of thin air. Canada started to shove it in his mouth, completely forgetting that he should never accept anything from the enemy. "Damn – this is good, but not as good as my maple..." Canada glared at Prussia – in which both Prussia and Germany tensed at the familiar look.

"Kanada!" Germany snapped, twitching angrily when said Canadian completely ignored him, "You will clean up the kitchen immediately!" Ludwig strictly ordered, though Canada looked thoroughly disinterested. "Now!"

"And you see why no one likes you..." Matthew mumbled, still half-wasted as he finally got up to do as he was told, dragging his feet along the way.

"I'll invade his vital regions tonight!" Prussia stated with a smirk, "The kid's gotta be taught a lesson for dissing the awesome Me!" Gilbert said, finally leaving to change his vomit-covered pants when Ludwig told him so. Germany sighed, rubbing at his temple to try and relieve the oncoming headache to no real avail.

Couldn't Italy have captured someone easier to deal with?

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London, England

"Can you believe it? America has joined in the war." England stated, reading a letter, "He has declared war against Japan."

"We need the help," France sighed, wondering where his Matthieu was. Canada really should have met up with them by now. Or at least tried to contact them. It was very unlike the Canadian to not do such a thing...

Both England and France jumped as the door slammed open, revealing America. "Alfred!" England smiled, for once, happy to see his former colony. Arthur's smile disappeared at Alfred's expression (which was livid).

"Do you know anything about this?!" America demanded as he shoved the photos into England's and France's faces – Francis eagerly grabbed the photos as he finally realised what it was.

"Is that... Matthew?!" Arthur twitched, turning back to Alfred, "What in the bloody hell have you been doing to the poor lad?!" England shouted – knowing that Canada would never willingly put on a maid uniform.

"You must tell me how you managed to convince Matthieu to wear this." France murmured, his blue eyes eagerly trained on the maid photos of Canada.

"This was sent to me from Japan," America stated flatly, causing both England and France to flinch back in surprise.

"Yeah, Mattie was captured by the Axis Powers!"

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