1. Good God Get a Lodge

*Ok here are some shout-out that I forgot to do when I updated this story last. First off, I would like to thank Renne and FangirlSpotted for making comments on the story. I would also thank Lurking Phoenix for including this story in their community!

Haa you are on fanfiction, da?

Yes Russia I updating my monster of a story.

Say how is my story doing so far.

Ummm... I haven't posted your story yet.

Whhaaattt?

Well you know school, plays, band, other stories.

Da but you started my story before Too Much To Handle.

Russia your story is a mess right now and I need a lot of time to figure out how to put it all together.

Well we can solve that I can put you in a kolkhoz and force you to work on my story.

But Ivan, they don't have electricity or wi-fi for me to upload or research for your story.

Well I can lock you in my basement. You will do fine. *Picks me up and drags me from my comfortable bed to his dungeon basement*

NNOOO! I need my laptop for my writing! Well it seems Ivan has captured me and forced me to work on his story. Hopefully I will post his story and he will set me free. I try to work on other stories when he is not looking.

Within 45 minutes into the meeting Cali gets out of her seat and onto Al's lap. She whispers something into Al's ear and then they have a make-out session. At first the others ignore it but five minutes later the rest have had enough of it.

Matt speaks up finally saying what everyone else was thinking "If you want to fuck that bitch you brought with you, you can have at least some fucking decency to go to another room."

"What did you say you moose-fucker!" Al asks as he pushes Cali aside.

"You heard me you veggie-shit! GO GET A FUCKING ROOM!" Matt repeats now enraged. "We had to wait for your ass to finally get there, the least you can do is pay attention to the meeting or leave."

"DO YOU WANT TO GO, YOU MAPLE-SUCKING BITCH?" Al finally snaps bring up his blood-stained baseball bat as a threat.

"BRING IT ON! YOU MAN-WHORE!" Matt retaliated and brought up his hockey stick from underneath the table. Then Al grabs onto the table preparing to jump onto it to get a good swing at Matt's head.

Immediately England screams at the top of his lungs, "DON'T YOU DARE HIT MY DEAR MATTHEW OR GET YOU FLITHY BOOTS ON MY WHITE EGYPTIAN COTTON IVY LEAF DAMASK TABLECLOTH!" However Oliver spoke too late, Al had already jumped on to the table and started to swing at Matt's head. Matt, however ducked under the table to afford getting hit. Al could not stop his swing after Matt ducked and smacked Nikolai with his bat.

Oh fucking shit Nikolai is going to fucking kill me. Thought Al as he jumped off the table and made a dash out of the room before Nikolai could catch him. However Matt, who was under the table and unaware that Al hit Nikolai, hooked Al's ankles with his barbed wire hockey stick and fell over. God damn it that bastard. All thinks as he fell on the ground and tries to get up again and away from the Russian. He rushed up to his feet, limping/ running out of the room.

"HEY I THOUGHT THAT YOU NEVER RUN AWAY FROM YOU OWN FIGHTS!" yells Matt as he gets out from under the table and follows him up the stairs.