"Excuse me, I would like to order a drink." A male guest said as he raised his hand to attract attention. After all, the cafe was pretty crowded around lunch time and the waitresses were busy trying to serve all the guests.

"Yes master, may I take your order?" Canada asked as she approached him with a notepad and a pen in her hand.

"Um.. Hello?" The guest raised his voice slightly and tried again, straining his neck so he could see which waitress may be able to serve him. What he failed to notice was the waitress (Canada) right in front of him, looking rather disappointed. Even when she was in a rather attractive maid outfit, she was unnoticeable, compared to America, who was getting all the attention just because she's hyper.

"Aw man. Guess I'll have to live without a drink…" The guest's hand dropped to scratch the back of his head as he sighed and looked down at his plate of half eaten strawberry shortcake on the table.

The cake was delicious, even though it looked so simple. The cream tasted of milky sugar blended with a touch of cinnamon and the fresh ruby red strawberry slices sandwiched between the layers of spongy cake gave it a refreshing touch. He couldn't find any flaws on it to complain about, but a drink would be nice…

"You called da?"

Just when the male was about to give up, a calm and soothing voice asked as a figure approached him with an empty tray in her hands. The male looked up and was immediately taken aback by her beauty; she had a pair of crystal mauve eyes, a head of long silky light hair and a gentle, innocent smile on her flawless face, resembling a dainty doll.

She chuckled at the male's stunned expression, and asked again, "May I take your order, master?"

"Ah! Yes, the order!" The male quickly snapped out of his fantasy and a light blush grazed over his cheeks. "C-can I have a glass of fruit punch?" He stuttered and pointed to the picture on the menu, which he used to cover his blush.

"Right away" smiling sweetly, she nodded and turned to the kitchen, leaving a mesmerized guest and a very shocked Canada. Since when was she here? Why was she a girl, like the others? That aside, she looked so different as a girl! No unnerving smile, no murderous aura, it was as if her personalities changed with her gender! …Could it be that she was enjoying this?

…That aside, she should probably tell England.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" England popped up in the kitchen again, "The orders are starting to pile up." She stated as she followed the flustered France from one corner of the kitchen to another.

"Non! No way! Never!" France blurted without hesitation. She would rather work herself to death cooking all those orders than to have England in the Kitchen and poisoning all the guests.

"Why?" England pouted angrily.

"Fusososo, because France just can't stand the sight of our guests dying under your scones." Spain laughed as she passed by with a pan of pizza, hot to the touch. "Why don't you just go out there and be a good waitress?"

"America's taking care of everything anyway, there's no need for me out there." England rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.

"There's no need for you here as well." France -and probably the others- thought.

"E-England! We have a problem!" said a rather flustered Canada as she burst through the open door. Her words traveled through the kitchen, and managed to grab everyone's attention. For once, Canada felt important all thanks to Russia's sudden odd behavior.

"Please calm down, Canada-san. Take a deep breath and tell us the problem." Japan motioned for Canada to have a seat.

"No time for that aru, hurry up and tell us the problem." China blurted out with much urgency in her voice, "Did the light bulb for the chandelier blow a fuse? Did someone eat moldy cake? Spit it out!"

"Does it have something to do with America? Did Norway summon Nissy again?" This time was England.

"… I'm betting on Roma's bad mouth." Spain said with a regular grin and somehow got the others to nod in agreement, that was the most possible case.

"No, worse." Canada took a deep breath, "Russia is here."

"What? But I did not call him at all!" England was fuming, "He shouldn't be here, even as a customer! The place was booked and closed to the public!"

"Canada, is Russia a girl or a guy now?" Hong Kong, who has been quiet all this time, asked the critical question.

"A girl. She's wearing the maid uniform and serving the customers." Canada's voice was shaky now.

"This is just absolutely ridiculous! He- she wasn't there in the room when I cast my spell!" England was annoyed to know something was happening beyond her knowledge or control.

"Maybe she was hiding somewhere aru." China says thoughtfully, the experience of him sneaking into his house, dressed as a panda still fresh in his mind. China was certain Russia was capable of doing something like that again.

"Oui, that explains where the extra uniform is." France nodded.

"Ano… Sorry to interrupt, but is it really that much of a big deal?" Japan asks meekly, "After all, Russia-san wouldn't cause any trouble, would she?"

"She wouldn't. But I know someone who would." Spain leaned on the kitchen table and paused a little before she continued.

"Have you ever thought that Belarus may just walk through that door and see her dear brother, now a female waitress?"

"Bloody hell no." England was hit by a sense of realisation and ran out of the kitchen, shouting something along the lines of "I will grab Russia; you people get back to work!"

Meanwhile, Canada was a little puzzled, as to how would Belarus know that Russia is here anyway? She decided to turn to France and ask her about it.

"Belarus is like a magnet and Russia is like steel. No matter where the piece of metal –or Russia- is, she will be able to pinpoint exactly where he is, right down to the coordinates." France replied as she stirred the contents in the pot.

"How long do you think we have until she decides to drop in?" Canada gulped.

"I would say one to two hours" France reached for a large crystal bowl and poured the contents into it carefully. Steaming hot beef stroganoff. The delectable scent made Canada a little dizzy. "We have exactly one hour to get Russia away from this café and, if possible, turn him back into a male."

"But England said that the spell cannot be manually lifted." Canada pointed out.

"Then we'll have to improvise no?." France placed the bowl of steaming hot soup in Canada's hands, "Serve's up." She winked.

TADA! Another weird and ridiculous chapter. Since it's crack, i guess its fine :D

Credits to Dorayaki-san for editing this, i love it :D

Coming up in the next chapter: England's working against time to find Russia, and get her out of the cafe before Belarus gets here. But all hopes were lost when Belarus charged into the cafe, or was it?

By the way~ I decided that Prussia and Germany were actually a nice topic to write about, so here comes a preview of my story on them. However, i may or may not write this. 5 ongoing stories at once is my max. Though i may consider writinging it if i get good comments on it. :D

Preview of upcoming story: I haven't thought of a title yet.

"From now on, you won't exist anymore." Staring down at the small figure sprawled on the blood stained ground, France spoke in a murderous voice and grinned a grin as cold as his blade. He raised his sword.

The small figure knew that if he didn't run now, he would never be able to ever move again, let alone run again. But he couldn't move at all. No matter how hard he tried, nothing would change, France was too strong. All he could do now was close his eyes and hope that death was not as painful as it sounded. With the darkness that filled his mind, he waited for the blade to pierce through him.

"Don't worry. I won't tell Italy." France said in a bell like voice, enjoying the terror it brought to the child.

Italy… The small figure struggled a little. He promised to go back to Italy after he had gotten stronger. He wanted to protect the small nation. Guess he couldn't do it after all.

Sorry Italy, I will have to fulfil my promise in my next life. Any moment now, the blade would cut through the air. The child shut his eyes tightly, waiting for France to cut him down…

"WAIT!" Both France and the small figure were shocked by the sudden intrusion. Opening his eyes, the small figure was surprised to see a shadow much bigger than France towering over him. The shadow belonged to a black, cloaked figure that had his arms and legs stretched open like a star, acting as a shield between him and France's bloodthirsty blade.

"Prussia? Why are you still here?" France wasn't exactly pleased to see him.

"Kesesese, I thought you might need some help." He grinned, "But the awesome me did not expect you to be fighting a kid."

"Oui, I see. Now get out of my way so I can finish this job, unless you'd like to be covered in the little squirt's blood" France laughed evilly at the thought of bursting one of the child's blood vessels, leaving a fountain of blood behind.

"But you've already won! He's no longer Holy Roman Empire now, he's just a kid." Prussia persuaded, trying to make a negotiation here. The kid's got courage and attitude, and Prussia, an awesome adult, admires his stern and serious personality.

"So? What are you trying to say here?" France folded his arms and tapped the tip of his boot against the ground.

"So~. Err, how 'bout ya don't kill him?" Prussia continued, "Come on, can't you listen to your best pal for once?"

"Fine." France sighed hesitantly and put his sword back into its sheath. "I don't know why you're doing this, but since we are best friends, it doesn't matter." He turned around and started to stomp away.

"Thanks! That just made you a whole lot awesome-er, though you are still not as awesome as me. Don't be sad though, no one can be! It's a gift." Prussia laughed happily.

"Oui, oui. Just hurry up and go home." France waved without looking back.

"Got it!" Prussia laughed. As the laughter died, he turned around to check on the kid. To be fully honest, he had absolutely no clue about what to do now.

"Hey, are you alright?" Prussia asked as he bent down and poked the kid's cheek, hoping for some response. But the kid did not budge, at all.

He's not dead…right?

"O-Oii! Don't die on me when I just went through all the trouble to save you!" Prussia poked even harder and started pinching as well. Finally, at his 3rd pinch, the kid moved a little, followed by some slight snoring.

He's asleep? In a situation like this?

Prussia's face was full of confusion. Oh well, at least he knew the kid was alright. Judging from the loudness of the snoring, Prussia decided that the kid must be exhausted from the fight. Though resting on the open ground was only going to result in a blood bath filled to the brim with both their blood.

"Hmm…" Prussia folded his arms, deep in thought. "I've decided!" he finally shouted victoriously and gently carried the kid in his arms. "I will raise this kid to be an awesome guy like me! Kesesese! I'm such a genius!"

With that, he left for his own house with an extra passenger on his ship.

That's all folks, tell me of you think i should write more on them. And yes, Holy Roman Empire is Germany. It is historically proven