A/N: 39 may or may not have actually happened to me. 40 came to me when my friend- who has been dubbed Italy by our group- got in an LGBT arument, and I was like, how would Italy really feel about this?

-{[(31)]}-

All America could do was pull out his camera when he found England in the empty classroom singing some One Direction songs. It took another two songs for the shorter blonde to notice his former colonies, and when he did, his reaction was not happy.

"YOU PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY RIGHT NOW! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! AND IT'S NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO! IT'S THE FANGIRLS I TELL YOU! THE FANGIRLS!"

After a long moment of silence, England exploded again.

"YOU DID THE SAME THING WITH THE JONAS BROTHERS!"

-{[(32)]}-

Italy has a collection of all the Disney movies under his bed; they're meant for those long nights where he can't get into Germany's bed...

-{[(33)]}-

"Hey, China," England called in a gentlemanly way. "Where's your panda? Is he alright?" The older Asian nation just smiled warmly.

"He's in the shop, getting some repairs, aru~!"

-{[(34)]}-

Romano coughed harshly and curled into a little ball. "Spain~" he whined. "My throat hurts~!" He looked up at the aforementioned brunette with tiny tears sparkling in his big olive eyes.

Antonio left a camera in the bedroom when he left to get the ailing nation some water and cough drops. Romano may never be this completely sweet ever again...

-{[(35)]}-

"Hey, Belarus~!"

"Big Brother! ...Why are you talking like that?"

"I thought you wanted to get marriedmarrymarriedmarrymemarriedmarryme-!"

"Big Brother!"

"Bela-"

"NO! GO AWAY, BIG BROTHER! YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT! NO! WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOIN-! DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR COAT!? AHHHHHHHH!"

"..."

...

"Finally! Maybe now she'll leave me alone, da?"

-{[(36)]}-

The Allies and the Axis stared at the bushy-eyebrowed nation in confusion.

"Iggy... You do realize you just brought a knife to a gun fight, right?" The youngest blonde questioned. Arthur scoffed and glanced down at the sword he was holding.

"This is just any knife! It's Excalibur!"

Another long moment of silence.

-{[(37)]}-

France just sat back and watched when the five nations jumped up on the table and started screaming at each other in their country's language.

America was with the Italies, the three of them waving knifes and guns and briefcases. Russia and China were on the other side of the table; they inconsistently switched between yelling at each other and at the other three nations.

"Well," Germany sighed. "I guess that brings us to the topic of the mafias..."

-{[(38)]}-

France burst dramatically into the meeting room, dressed in his old armor from the Dark Ages. The other European nations instantly paled, but England progressively got worse as the blue eyed nation got closer.

"Filthy Englishman!" The blonde spat; his lips twitched up in a smile. "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!" Across the table, America burst into laughter.

The English island nation just turned bright red.

Quickly he jumped up and shouted, "You promised not to tell anyone about that!"

-{[(39)]}-

Russia stared at America as the shorter nation walked, clutching the front of his pant legs.

"Amerika, what are you doing?" Russia called.

The blonde nation froze and stared awkwardly at his large-nosed nemesis. He really didn't want to admit that he'd accidentally glued his hands to the front of his pants.

-{[(40)]}-

"GERMANY! GERMANY!" The Italian wailed across the phone. "JAPAN AND I WERE WONDERING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE PARTED MY CURL THE OTHER WAY AND NOW I'M A GIRL! HELP ME, GER-"

The blond slammed the phone down on the receiver.