Romano flung down the newspaper and let out a howl of rage. Spain glanced up at him, his expression curious.

"What?" he asked.

"I can't take it anymore!" Romano howled. "I am getting fucking sick and tired of all these bastards claiming that we're a couple!"

Spain smiled, dreamily. "To me, it's a dream come true."

"SHUT UP!" Romano snarled. "It's you talking that way, that got us into this mess in the first place!"

"...No. Actually, it was me throwing myself off the roof."

"Whatever!" Romano glared viciously at him. "It's still your fault! Goddammit...I'm going to watch some tv."

Turning away from Spain, Romano reached for the remote and turned the television on. The screen flashed to life and, when he saw what was going on tv, he immediately cheered up.

"Just what I need!" he sighed. "And a new episode too!"

"Soap operas?" Spain snorted, taking a seat next to Romano. "Really?"

"Oh shut up" Romano grumbled.

The scene on the screen was a classic sappy-romantic moment. A busty woman had her arms wound tightly around a man in front of her, and was rambling on about how much she loved him.

"I love you so much!" the woman declared, batting her ridiculously long eyelashes. "You are the umbrella to my rainy day! -"

"Ahh..." Romano smiled widely. "Isn't this awesome?"

" - The sand to my beach -"

"Isn't this just the best show ever?!" Spain frowned over at Romano and shook his head slightly.

" - The Spain to my South Italy -"

"WHAT?!"

"Wow!" gasped Spain, his eyes widening. "We're becoming national icons of love!"

...

Lithuania woke up to the feeling of something being dabbed onto his face. His eyes snapped open and he stared up, his eyes widening in horror when he caught sight of the tube of lipstick, inching closer and closer to his face.

"What are you doing?!" he cried, hysterically.

"Like, calm down, Liet" Poland said, smearing the lipstick across Lithuania's lips, despite his struggles. "I'm like, only helping you put on your disguise."

"What disguise?!" Lithuania demanded. "Also, how did you find makeup?! There wasn't any makeup in here!"

"I like, always carry around makeup" Poland set down the tube. He picked up something from the floor and took a bite from it - a cookie.

"Where did you get that from?"

"You mean this?" Poland held up the cookie. "I found that in your kitchen."

Lithuania stared at him. "...Poland, we've been stuck in this closet for the past few days."

"Yeah..." Poland coughed and glanced to the door, awkwardly. "I hope you didn't like that door too much."

Lithuania's eyes widened in horror when he caught sight of the massive hole positioned in the middle of his closet door.

"POLAND!"

"Well I'm like, sorry!" Poland cried, defensively. "You like, kept sleeping and acting all boring, and I was like, really hungry, and -"

"Why didn't you do this sooner?!"

Poland stopped rambling and stared at him.

"...Liet, you like, get angry over the weirdest things" he said, at last.

...

As they walked out of the forest, Japan continued to adamantly rant out his claims.

"I'm telling you, there was a woman in the woods, filming us!" he cried. "She probably heard our entire conversation!"

"Well..." China frowned. "There isn't much we can do about it, aru."

"Easy for you to say!" Japan shot back. "You aren't the one who everyone will accuse of being an...anime pervert!"

"...I do not think that is a real thing, aru."

"Shut up!"

"Calm down, aru!" China cried, holding up his hands in a defensive motion. "You are getting angry over nothing!"

"Nothing?!" Japan stared at him in disbelief. "How is this nothing?! This -"

"Nothing originated in Korea!"

Korea had now re-entered the conversation, much to China's horror.

"Shut up, Yong Soo!" he snarled. "Once again, you are making no sense!"

"No sense -"

China cut Korea off. "Don't you DARE finish that sentence, aru!"

Japan let out a loud gasp, cutting off any further argument. Both Korea and China turned to stare at him.

"What?" China asked.

"That woman!" they had now reached a small street, adjacent to the woods; Japan pointed over to a nearby house, where a woman was fiddling around in the garden.

"What about her?" China sounded confused.

"That is the woman I saw in the woods!"

"What?" China's eyes widened. "That one? She is the woman - Yong Soo!" forgetting what he had been previously saying, China whirled around to glare at Korea. "Stop touching me!"

"Your boobs are mine, da ze!" Korea exclaimed.

"I am not a woman!"

"Focus!" Japan snapped. "That woman over there," he pointed down the street. "Filmed us. We need...we need to get that phone!"

"Phone's originated in Korea!" Korea declared.

"They did not, aru!"

"Shut up!" Japan looked ready to resort to physical violence if need be; both China and Korea quietened down. "We need to get that phone from her, before she shows the video to anyone! No one can know about...my secret."

China frowned. "You have strange fetishes, aru."

Korea smiled at China. "Your boobs are mine, da ze!"

This time, it was Japan who yelled at him. "Stop talking!" he snapped. "You talking will only make China talk more - and that will just make me angry!"

"You are a horrible brother, aru!" China cried. "I only try to be a good older brother but you never give me a chance!"

"I like you!" Korea cried.

"I hate you, aru!" China shot back.

"We need to get that phone!" Japan stared in desperation towards the woman, in time to see her step into the house and close the door behind her. "...I wonder if she lives in there..."

"It originated in Korea!"

China frowned at Japan. "What are you thinking, aru?" he asked.

Ignoring him, Japan continued to stare at the house, as if in a daze.

"...If America-san can do crazy things all of the time, why can't I for once?"

China's eyes widened in disbelief. "Again with America!" he cried. "Are you sure that you two aren't in a relationship?"

Japan's expression darkened. "I told you!" he snarled. "I am not desperate enough to sleep with all of my friends! Stop demeaning me!"

"I wasn't, aru!" China cried, defensively. "You are jumping to conclusions!"

"You ARE!"

"Japan -"

"Japan originated in Korea!" Both China and Japan turned to glare at Korea, who simply smiled in return.

"STOP SAYING THESE THINGS, YONG SOO!" China yelled, stamping his foot in rage. "THEY MAKE NO SENSE!"

"We need to get that phone..." Japan's mind once again drew to thought about the object. "She has the phone...it will either be with her, or in the house somewhere. If it's in the house...maybe we can get it...maybe all hope is not lost..."

"How, aru?" China frowned. "It is not like she would just hand it over."

Korea smiled. "Japan wants us to break in!"

"Don't be stupid, Yong Soo!" China snapped, glaring at him. "Japan isn't you! He wouldn't do something so idiotic -"

"Alright so" Ignoring China, Japan turned to Korea. "You make a distraction, and China and I will sneak through that window and get the phone."

...

Lithuania glared at the woman staring back at him.

Of course, he was looking into a mirror.

And of course, the 'woman' was him.

"Poland, I cannot believe you put this on my face while I was sleeping!" he cried.

"You like, wouldn't have let me do it otherwise" Poland pointed out.

"For good reason!" Lithuania stared viciously at the dark circles of rouge on his cheeks, and his black-lined eyes. "I'll never get all of this stupid mascara off!"

"Like, keep it on" Poland told him. "You look like, totally squeal-worthy."

"I don't want to look like a woman!"

Poland shook his head at him. "Trust me, you need to like, look like a woman" he said. "We like, need good disguises if we ever want to like, make it out alive."

"Why do we need to get out?!" Lithuania glanced out of a nearby window; he could see a crowd of reporters. It was smaller than the one that had invaded his house a few days ago, but they were still there. "Why can't we just stay in here, where it's safe and warm?"

Poland looked slightly incredulous at this. "Liet...you do like, remember why we were like, hiding in a closet for days, right?"

Lithuania stared at him for a moment.

"...I refuse to wear a skirt though."

...

"Like, strut Liet!"

Lithuania's cheeks burned bright red; as Poland marched in front of him, acting as if he were a model on a catwalk, Lithuania scurried behind, wishing he was invisible.

"I'm not strutting!" he snapped. "This is humiliating - I cannot believe you forced me into a skirt! Why was there even a skirt in my room?!"

"I'll like, tell you later" Poland replied.

The two nations stepped out of the house; Lithuania gazed around, his eyes wide and nervous.

"Do you think they will regonise us?" he asked.

"Hey!" cried one of the reporters, catching sight of them. "I think it's - wait, who the hell are those guys?!"

Poland grinned at Lithuania. "I like, told you it would totally work."

Another reporter glared at them. "Why the hell were you in Lithuania's house?!" she demanded.

Lithuania looked nervous. "What do I say?" he whispered to Poland.

"Like, don't say anything" Poland replied. "Where do you like, keep your car?"

At this, Lithuania's eyes widened. "Poland!" he cried. "We aren't taking my car!"

"Well like, how else do you expect to get anywhere?" Poland rolled his eyes. "Also, don't call me Poland! In woman-form I'm like, Felka."

"...Felka?"

Poland grinned. "Exactly, Lietta."

"...LIETTA?!"

"Why were you ladies in Lithuania's home?" a male reporter asked, interrupting their conversation.

"Who do they think they are?" muttered the female reporter who had previously spoken.

"You don't think they're...sleeping with the nations, do you?"

The female reporters eyes widened. "Oh my!" she gasped, no longer sounding annoyed. "What a story!"

"No, no!" Lithuania's eyes widened in horror. "Poland, do something!"

"Felka" Poland corrected. "And like, don't worry, I've totally got a good cover story."

He turned to the reporters.

"HEY REPORTER-PEOPLE!" he yelled. "WE'RE LIKE, TOTALLY HOOKERS!"

"HOW IS THAT GOING TO FIX ANYTHING?!" Lithuania howled.

Gasps of shock and excitement rang throughout the small crowd of reporters. While they were distracted, Poland and Lithuania made a run for it.

"I can't believe you!" Lithuania snarled, once they had made it a far distance away. "Now they think we are sleeping with...us!"

"I know, right?" Poland grinned. "It's like, totally squeal-worthy!"

"NO Poland! It ISN'T!"

"Like, it's Felka."

"Oh, shut up" Lithuania snapped. "The reporters are gone."

The two nations headed over to where Lithuania's car had been parked; Poland immediately climbed into the drivers seat.

"What are you doing?!" Lithuania demanded. "You aren't driving my car!"

Poland rolled his eyes. "Just like, get into the car Liet."

Lithuania scowled and stood still for a moment. There was a sudden jumble of voices, belonging from the reporters crowded around the house. Lithuania jumped and let out a yelp of alarm, before quickly climbing into the car.

"Where are we going?" he asked, glancing nervously out of the window, as if expecting to be mobbed by reporters at any moment.

"Hmm...I like, don't know" Poland murmured. "I like, didn't think that far..."

"Do you ever?" Lithuania muttered.

"I like, know!" Poland perked up. "We'll like, go and pick up your uncool brothers!"

"...Estonia and Latvia?"

"Like, yeah!" Poland grinned and nodded his head. "How like, cool is this going to be? It'll be like, a road trip! Fun for everyone!"

"...Except for the fact that we're being stalked by reporters."

"Yeah like, except for that."

...

AN:

Okay, know I said America, Canada and Prussia would be in this chapter but yeah...that didn't end up happening xD

They will DEFINITELY be in the next one though!

Tell me what you think of this chapter :D Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favourited this! :D