I don't own Mucha Lucha or Hetalia. I only own my OC Atlantis.

You do not need to have watched Mucha Lucha to understand this fic.

The countries are gathered in a meeting room around a long, oval table. England and France are strangling and cursing each other. America boasts about his plan to solve global warming using a giant super hero to Japan, who just nods and agree. Italy happily eats his pasta in peace. Russia does his 'kolkolkols' as he glares at America. Atlantis is arguing with Prussia over his 'so called awesomeness.' Spain tries to give Romano a plate of churros but is unsuccessful. Romano continues munching on his tomato and glares at the 'potato bastard.' Germany stands at the head of the table. Switzerland carefully polishes his Peace Prize. Poland engrosses himself in his fashion magazine.

"Everyone shut up and take your seats so we can get this meeting started!" yells Germany as he slams his hands on the table. The meeting room becomes silent. The countries, who were standing, grumbles and takes their seats. "Now, we are meeting here today to finish last weeks remaining presentations because someone's boss complained about our…..lack of progress."

All the countries look in Atlantis' direction. She receives glares and looks of irritation. Prussia coughs 'snitch' loudly. The Atlantean holds her hands up in defense. She gives a slight eye roll and an exasperated sigh. "Look, I have to give detailed reports to my boss. He loathes slow progress." Atlantis looks to Germany and signals him to continue. Germany nods and regains control.

"As I was saying, at the end of the meeting we need to submit reports on our productivity of the presentations to our bosses." Germany says with a stern voice. Protests start flying at this demand. Romano abruptly stands up and challenges Germany. "Why the hell should we do extra work because some bastard whined about the meeting's progress!?" Shouts of agreement follow Romano's statement. Atlantis darkly glares at Romano. She snaps her pencil in half. She looks about ready to make a smart alack remark.

Germany doesn't back down from Romano's challenge. He keeps his composure and holds his ground. "Atlantis' boss brought up a good point. Some of your countries' bosses are facing major public scrutiny for lacking progress in multiple projects. So I suggest taking responsibility, sitting down, and get ready to present." They both hold eye contact before Romano looks away. Romano gives one last glare and sits down. He crosses his arms and huffs. Looks of guilt are shared throughout the room. An awkward silence falls in the room.

Germany coughs into his hand to get everyone's attention. "We are presenting in reverse alphabetical order this time instead of raising hands." Groans are heard as well as cheers. Germany turns his attention to the projector and laptop behind him. He clicks on the laptop and pulls up a list on the projector. "Now, here's the list."

Switzerland

Spain

Russia

Romano

Poland

Japan

Italy

Germany

France

England

Atlantis

America

When everyone absorbs the information, Germany speaks up again. "You'll have ten minutes to present. No exceptions. No chit-chatting and fights. Switzerland will present first." Prussia sulks for not being on the list. Germany lowers his face. "Remember, there will be dire consequences for all of us if we don't get all the presentations done today." The countries shiver and pale at this statement.

Switzerland stands and walks behind the projector. As Switzerland monologues about his strict gun laws, Italy feels a strong urge to go to the bathroom.

The Italian crosses his legs and scrunches his face. He attempts to distract himself with his pasta, but it fails. He tries desperately to hold it in. Really, he did! He really needs to go badly. Italy didn't want to anger Germany because of that long speech he made: especially the consequences part. He didn't want to find out what his boss would do to him for not presenting. This is not something that can wait until break time.

Italy raises his hand and rapidly waves it back and forth. He interrupts Switzerland's speech and squeals, "Ve Germany! I really, really need to go to the bathroom!" Switzerland glares and his hand lingers to his pocket. Italy pales, thinking Switzerland will pull out his gun and shoot him. Germany sighs in exasperation and rubs his face. "Do you need to go that badly, Italy?"

Italy brightens. "Yes! Very badly, ve!" Germany waves his hand towards the door. "You have five minutes, make it quick." Italy jumps up and salutes Germany. "I will, ve!" He dashes out of the room.

Italy runs into the men's restroom. The restroom looks a little filthy and grimy from neglect. The urinals seem too gross to use. There was some writing on the walls and restroom stalls. The Italian walks into the nearest stall and locks it behind him. Italy unzips his pants and turns his attention to the toilet.

The toilet looks very strange to him. A red and green mask with an angry frown covers the toilet lid. Italy tilts his head in confusion. He wonders who would put a mask on a toilet. He thinks someone thought that the toilet felt cold. He smiles at this idea. He reaches his hand for the toilet seat when, suddenly, he hears a growl.

Italy shakes and looks around for the source of the growl. He pulls out his trusty white flag just in case. He tightens his grip on the flag's pole when he sees the toilet's mask changes facial expressions. It looks very scary and mean to him!

The toilet's lid opens by itself and emits a very loud growl. Italy wails and rapidly waves his white flag. "Please don't hurt me! I have relatives in wherever toilets come from!" The sinister toilet unleashes a violent rush of toilet water at him. Italy shrieks as he slams harshly against the stall's door. He falls to his knees and sputters.

The toilet takes a small step towards, as if taunting him. Italy screams and hastily smashes against the stall's door again. He fumbles with the lock and escapes. He smacks the door open and cries as he runs like a true Italian down the hall. The Italian wants to see Germany and his friends again.

"Germany! Germany! Save me," cries Italy. He barges into the meeting room soaking wet and clings to Germany for protection. He shakes while he grips him with all his might. He soaks Germany with his still wet uniform. Germany will scare the toilet away, he just knows it.

Spain, who was almost done with his presentation, looks a little startled at Italy's appearance.

Germany looks at Italy a little peeved. "Italy, what happened this time? Did someone try to kidnap you again?" Italy shakes his head no. "Then what is it?"

Italy stops his whimpering and removes his head from Germany's shoulder. The frightening experience with that scary toilet still torments his mind. "I-It w-was a to-oliet with a sc-cary mask, ve. It tried to kill me." It's silent for a moment. Then, the room erupts with laughter. Russia chuckles at Italy's misfortune.

Prussia climbs the table and grabs a churro from Spain's plate. The Prussian gives Italy a mischievous grin. He points his churro in the direction of Italy and harshly wiggles it. "Ooooh, did the toilet seat slam on your wiener, again?" The churro snaps in half and hits Italy. Prussia gave his infamous kesesese laugh. The countries laugh even louder. Germany scolds Prussia and pulls him aside for a lecture.

Italy's eyes fill with tears. He whimpers at Prussia's meanness. Spain pulls Italy into a hug and tries to comfort him. Romano runs to Italy's side for support. America joins in on the fun. "Did you fall inside the toilet, too? You look soaked, dude!" America's booming laughs echos in the room. Atlantis lightly smacks America upside the head. She gives him a glare too. America whines regarding her 'cruelty.'

France uses this opportunity to try to touch England. England shoves France from him. "Keep your hands to yourself you bloody frog!" France and England engage in a shouting match.

"Toilets wearing masks? That's, like, almost as ridicules as Americans dressing up their dogs," remarks Poland. America gets in Poland's face. "Don't you dare mock my citizens' fashion sense. Americans have way better fashion sense than the Polish." Both of them engage in a glaring match. Russia watches their arguing with interest and chuckles his 'kolkolklols.'

"Poland is right, da. Americans have no fashion sense." Hearing this, America sharply turns his attention to Russia. "Ya got something to say to my face commie?"

Russia childishly smiles. "Da. Americans have no fashion sense. Do Americans have bad hearing too?" America becomes enraged.

During all this, Switzerland continues to calmly polish his Peace Prize.

Romano harshly whispers into Italy's ear, "Look fratello, it's okay if you fell into the toilet. Sit down now, you're embarrassing yourself." Italy frowns from his own brother's lack of support. Japan, who is sitting near Italy, looks Italy in the eyes. "Italy-san, it's not honorable to lie. You should go sit down now."

No one believes him. Italy slumps further and cries harder. He feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up and sees Atlantis. She moves her hand from his shoulder and awkwardly ruffles his hair.

"I'll go talk to this…...mean toilet, okay Italy?" She gives a soft smile. Italy looks at her with shock.

England gives France a final shove and he tumbles to the ground. France grumbles about England's rudeness. England looks at Atlantis scandalized. "You can't go into the men's loo, love."

Atlantis shrugs off his comment. "This is a private meeting. There are no maids or workers in this entire building. Besides, all the men are in this room." Italy recovers from his shock and strikes. Atlantis makes a move towards the door until Italy tackle-glomps her from behind. She nearly falls from the impact. Italy clings around her waist. He buries his face into her back.

Italy snivels. He doesn't want the mean toilet to attack the nice, pretty lady too! He begs the Atlantean to stay in the room. His tears stain her white and gold robe. Atlantis blushes badly from his grip. She grabs his fingers and tries to pry him off. "P-please let go I-Italy. I w-will not take long."

Spain and Germany help Atlantis pry Italy off of her. Germany scolds him, "Italy, you do not touch a woman like that!" Germany keeps a firm grip on Italy's stomach.

France gives a perverted smirk. "Ohonhonhon.~ Germany is right about woman for once. You grab-" England interrupts him with a punch. A flustered England yells at France. "You perverted and bloody frog!"

Spain places a hand on Atlantis' shoulder. "You don't have to do this. Italy is just overreacting." Atlantis removes his hand. She smiles. "I want to do this, Spain. It'll make Italy feel better." She turns to Italy with a small blush on her face. She leans next to his ear and whispers, "Your zipper is undone." Italy becomes very embarrassed and quickly zips up his zipper. A lady saw his zipper down! By the time he looks up, he manages to catch one last glance of Atlantis leaving the room.

Germany yells at everyone to take a seat. "Russia, it's your turn to present now." Russia nods and moves to the laptop. Italy zones out Russia's presentation. He's really worried about Atlantis. He really hopes she's okay in there. He plays with his fingers and wonders what's taking her so long. Russia is already presenting!

Suddenly, a blood curdling scream echoes outside the meeting room.

"GET BACK YOU FREAK OF NATURE!"

Loud thuds tune out her screams. Italy feels his fear has come true; the scary toilet got Atlantis.

The room fell into silence for a few moments. The nations are wearing varying looks of shock and surprise. America is the first to react. "Atlantis!" America pulls out his hand gun and sprints out of the room and down the hall towards the screams. Japan brings out his katana as he follows America. Switzerland tags along with his shot gun. England pulls out his spell book and hollers, "You need backup, you bloody git!" Spain, Prussia, France, Germany, and Russia, with his pipe, exit the room as well.

The only countries remaining are Poland, Romano, and himself. Romano grabs his wrist. "Come on fratello, let's go." He shakes his head no. He doesn't want to see the scary toilet again. Romano narrows his eyes. "Don't you want to find out what happened?" Romano turns to look at Poland.

Poland holds up his hands. "I like don't want to get my hands dirty. I'll, like, wait right here in case she, like, comes back." He pulls out a sheet of paper and starts drawing on it.

Romano pulls him out of the meeting and into the hall. As they run down the hall to their destination Italy wonders if Atlantis is okay. He wished he had been more convincing on making Atlantis stay, than this wouldn't have happened to her. But he knew deep inside she would have gone anyway.

Hopefully the other countries will be able to make it in time and save her from the evil toilet, ve.

*gasp* What happened to Atlantis in the mens restroom!? Only time will tell. Please fav and review. Each review smacks an evil masked toilet. :D