-{[(21)]}-

It was not very often that Austria visited his ex-husband to make sure Romano was alright. He could usually care less, having his own Italian to take care of, but every once in a while he decided to do something nice for the child and make sure that Spain hadn't killed him yet.

But when he heard groaning, moaning, whimpering, and strange thuds just inside Spain's house, he was afraid that something worse than death was happening.

"You're doing really great, Romano!" Spain called, sounding breathless.

"This-a really hurts," Romano complained quietly, also breathless.

"It's okay, Roma. It might hurt the first couple times, but it'll be better later," the Spaniard assured. "Now, take that, put it here, and you have to push really hard..."

Austria gaped at the door and started to feel a bit sick.

"I-I don't want to," Romano whispered tiredly. "This is taking forever!"

"Okay, then not much longer, alright?" Spain panted. "Now-"

"I got it, I got it! Shut up, already, eh?!" Romano cried. Something made a loud noise. Romano panted slightly. "L-like that?"

"No, Roma. Like this~!" Spain demonstrated apparently.

Austria's eyes widened.

The little Italian could be heard making strange noises.

"See? Now push!"

Spain and Romano gasped and panted, wheezing for air.

Austria, having heard enough, threw open the door and stormed in, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Spain! You sick, twisted-" The words died on his tongue.

The Spaniard and Italian were on opposite sides of the room; they each stood over oddly shaped barrels with sticks coming from the top.

"¿Qué? But I was just teaching Roma how to make butter~!"

-{[(22)]}-

"Arthur! Unlock the car!" Alfred hollered as he stared out at the pouring rain. He clutched the box tighter to his chest and prepared for what he was about to do.

"W-what?" The shorter blonde startled at the demand. He fumbled with his keys for a second before his car lit up, displaying that it was now unlocked.

"Okay! Okay! Whoo! Here we go!" The blue eyed male cheered as he shook himself out. Suddenly, he dashed out in the rain. "Sprinting noises! Sprinting noises!"

Green eyes stared in amusement and disbelief.

-{[(23)]}-

Several nations cursed the American nation as they were forced to patiently wait through eight showings of 'Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room.'

-{[(24)]}-

France suddenly shrieked and hid behind the table, quivering for all he was worth.

America had a gun. And his pants were sagging.

England sighed dejectedly and exited the room in a gentlemanly fashion, dragging Sealand along with him saying 'It's for your own good.'

America also had his hat on backwards and a gold dollar sigh necklace hanging loosing on his chiseled chest.

Canada just stared. He discretely reached into his back pocket for his own switchblade and sunglasses.

The tall, blonde nation (America) made a few hand gestures to the Italies, who just nodded silently and moved for their own weapons and 'personal' cell phones.

It was time to get the gang back together.

-{[(25)]}-

The first time France heard England listening to Adele on the Fourth of July, he thought it was a joke.

-{[(26)]}-

After another mysterious incident where China was somehow transformed into a female (although that still did not reveal his previous gender), Korea seemed like an extremely happy nation.

-{[(27)]}-

"MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME-"

"GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY! AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhHHHHHHH!"

-{[(28)]}-

"But Doitsu~" Italy cooed sweetly. "It's just my 'special' pasta!" He teasingly waved the fork in front of the blonde's face.

Germany squirmed in the metal chair, staring uncomfortably around the dark room before his eyes rested on the seemingly innocent plate of pasta in front of him. The crimson sauce wasn't nearly so innocent...

-{[(29)]}-

Latvia and Sealand watched in glee as the chaos unfolded in front of them. Explosions sounded in the distance, and gunshots rang through the air.

Soon, a girl in a fancy dress jogged up the hill towards them.

"I'm impressed," she blushed, the sounds of battle dying out. "It takes a lot to distract my brother that long..."

-{[(30)]}-

Lithuania and Poland sat quietly on the hill, munching on sweets and staring at clouds. The brunette slowly turned his gaze to his blonde friend.

'I like him so much. I hate it when we're apart. Could this be love?' He wondered. He blinked when the other male giggled before standing as dusting off his skirt.

"Liet~!" He sang. "You should, like, totally come back to my place so we can hang with my pony! Then you can, like, wash my belly!"

Lithuania sweat-dropped with a sigh.

'No. I just hate him so much I get confused sometimes...'