INTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THE NINJANESS! Alright, that was my Toby-ness for both CrazyFangirlOfLots and JCScannell XD Now that that;s over... Heeeeeej! So, this is late and I'm a scumbag for that. Gomen-ne. But, it is hopefully worth it! I already know what I want to do with the next chapter and with start working with it henceforth!

Note: This might be sort of lame-ish because it's introductions all over again, so don't hate meeeeee _ But, it was necessary if you want to get to know Sam better!

Alright! America, I have your stuffy so I think you'll actually like me! Would you do the Disclaimer please *Tanuki eyes(racoon dog)*

America: Of course, dudette! I love you, we are just alike after-all ;)

Alright! Don't call me dudette though, just dude is fine; I call everybody dude *shrugs*

America: K! Little sis here don't own Hetalia or anything else with copyright! She only Indie, Sam, Samson the plot bunny *snuggles* and the awesome cover she drew!

That's right! I drew a cover! (it's not actually that awesome, but whateevs)

Now, GET THEE TO A SHRUBBERY!


, Fluffy, Fluffy!


"I was cooking for half the world…"

I grabbed three packages of chicken out of the fridge, seeing as Sam had already grabbed the vegetables necessary for a salad, and sat them on the counter. I got out the seasonings for them and sat them next to the chicken. I put on my 'May The Forks Be With You' apron, then took the chicken out of it's package and washed it off then dried and finally seasoned it. With three plates full of raw chicken just dying to be cooked, I got out four pans, I could only fit four on my stove, and did the last thing necessary before I could cook them. I closed the door that separated the living room from the kitchen, then put my iPod on the stereo at full blast.

The first song that started playing was 'Mamacita' by Family Force 5. This was a personal favorite of Sam and I, considering its stupid use of Spanish words to make fun of other peoples' stupid use of Spanish words.

Sam looked at me as soon as the intro of Spanish guitar began. "This my jam!" She said excitedly. I winked at her and we both started singing the stupid lyrics.

If you can read my lips.

If you got junk in the trunk.

Come on, get, get looow.

Both of us bent our knees a bit at this part so both us went down a bit.

Everybody, its time to party.

You got it J-Lo (aye, aye, aye)

Yeah, you can make a cholo (cry, aye, aye)

Oh you know you make me go (aye, aye, aye)

Oh, aye, aye, aye. Oh, aye, aye, aye.

We were making stupid faces at each other as we sang the 'aye, aye, aye's, and giggling as we did. And then, the chorus hit and we started spinning in random circles and making strange hand gestures.

'Ey mamacita!

My little chica!

You got me loco sayin' "Aye, aye, aye."

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spain's POV~~~~~~~~~~

Me and the other countries were watching "Heroes", considering Sam told us to go through DVDs and watch whatever we want while we waited, but I was closest to the kitchen door and could hear the girls playing music on the other side.

'Ey senorita, nothin' could be sweeter.

We cross the border you and I, aye, aye.

Hot salsa chick.

Excuse me, miss?

Gimme, gimme amor.

Por favor~

Everybody, its time to party!

Hm? ¿Qué es eso. I looked towards the door and could see the girls dancing while cooking on the other side. That was my language… My curiosity got the better of me and I stood to walk away.

Lovi- He's so adorable!- noticed me getting up and rose as well. "Oi where are you going, tomato-badger?" He said using one of the replacement words from the list that Indie gave him.

I looked back at him and gave an innocent smile. "It's nothing, Lovi~" I said, hoping the teasing would put him off my tail. Unfortunately, he was sort of numb to my nicknames by now and continued his advance towards me.

"I don't trust you one bit, Spagna!" He said trudging up next to me. I had already made it to the door and cracked it a bit. "You're not doing anything pervitito are you?!" He demanded angrily. I held one finger to my lips, signaling him to be quiet, then pointed into the kitchen. He looked suspicious at first, but leaned in nonetheless.

You got it J-Lo (aye, aye aye)

You can make a cholo (cry, aye aye)

Oh, you know you make me go (aye, aye, aye)

Oh, aye aye, aye.

Oh aye, aye, aye!

"The duck is up with these lyrics?!" Romano exclaimed; quiet though, as to not be heard by the girls. Spain shrugged back and they both brought their attention immediately back to the wonder in front of them.

~~~~~~~Sam POV (why not?) ~~~~~~~~~

'Ey mamacita!

My little chica!

You got me loco sayin' "Aye, aye, aye"

'Ey senorita!

Nothin' could be sweeter

We cross the border you and I, aye, aye.

I sang as I chopped the mushrooms and onions. I looked over at my sister to see she was doing the same while flipping the chicken. I'm glad she hasn't changed at all. I mean, these guys are kinda' weird and I don't want their creepy to rub off on my sorellina.

We sang a couple more 'aye, aye, aye's before the bridge came up and the guy singing did some sort of 'seductive' voice.

She drive me loco.

Aye, aye, aye.

(just make her, shake)

Aye, aye, aye.

We gave each other seductive looks of our own as we sang that part before we burst into little giggles. We got back to our work as the song continued a little, but as soon the chorus came up for the last time, we abandoned our dishes to attempt a lame salsa. We always do at this part, I'm just not sure why*…

Regardless, we shuffled our feet forward and back and moved our hips along with them, failing horribly at the Latin dance. Still we pursued our little dance until-

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back to Spain :3~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Me and Romano watched in fascination as the, very white, girls in front of us started trying to do the salsa. Wow, they're pretty bad… I thought to myself, then felt bad for thinking something so rude. Then, I had a sudden burst of inspiration. I turned to Lovi next to me.

"How about we show them how it should be done, eh socio?" I smiled, urging him to join me. An approving smile slowly spread it's way across Romano's lightly tanned face.

"I'll go along with your idea this time, badger." He said calmly. "But only because I love any opportunity to ballare with a bella ragazza." My little Roma finished, a plan already forming in his head.

Before they had time to react, Romano and I slipped into the kitchen and positioned ourselves where the girls' hands were held upand immediately started doing the salsa with them; Roma with Sam and I with Indie. The sisters looked entirely taken aback at first, which quickly turned into light embarrassment at the fact they were caught doing a poorly executed Spanish dance. But after they looked at each other, reading the others thoughts, they started actually attempting it with Romano and I.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Sam's POV!~~~~~~~

-I felt a warm pair of hands in mine. I looked up to see if maybe Indie was goofing and trying to dance with me, but was shocked to see that it was the other Italian I saw earlier. I light out a light gasp, not expecting the sudden contact. Soon I began blushing.

We probably looked totally lame and they were just standing there creepin' on us. I thought bitterly. But then I thought about it a bit more. Maybe they aren't bad guys. Maybe they were just being sweet and playing along with our goofy dancing. I decided I would comply with my partner, and dared a glance at Indie. She was thinking the same thing. We looked at each other smirking, then nodded in silent agreement.

I began stepping forward and placing my feet wherever they needed to be according to how the Italian-Romano? Is that what Indie said his name was?- was moving at the moment.

The song ended and I stepped away from my partner, blushing a little again, but giggling at how fun it was. I reached my hand out for a shake. "Thanks for the lesson." I said playfully. He smirked back and shook.

"Of course, how could I leave a bella ragazza not knowing how to do the most important dance known to man?" He asked rhetorically. I laughed at the goofy statement and turned back to my vegetables.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~SPAIN AGAIN!~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Despite the fact they looked pretty bad on their own, the girls were actually very good dancers and matched mine and Lovi's moves perfectly. Unfortunately, the song ended not too long after me and my apprentice stepped in, so our fun was short-lived.

It was silent for a few seconds before all four of us started laughing. "So, we were bad enough that you needed to demonstrate, huh?" Indie managed to ask through giggles. That made me laugh more and I smiled at her.

"Maybe just a little." I said teasingly. She laughed again and turned to her sister.

"Remind me never to attempt an actual dance ever again." Indie said smirking. Her sister winked in agreement then went back to talking to Lovi about an 'ancient Chinese technique' or something along those lines. I looked back at Indie, surprised by her words a bit

"But you were very good, chica!" I said in defense of her dancing. She laughed again- does she laugh at everything?- and dismissed the compliment with a wave of her hand.

"That was all you, Spain. I was just following!" She insisted while beginning to place the cooked chicken onto plates that were on the island. She moved around the kitchen easily, as though she had been doing it all her life. I mean, she probably has; she is a girl after all. (Spain! That was sexist XD)

I left the kitchen, Romano following closely on my heels. "Interesting girls, huh Lovi?" I said as we took our seats back on the couch.

"Si. Interessante."

~~~~~ Back to plain ole Indie. Poo~~~~Indie: HEY! What's the poo for?

Oh, nothing~~~~ Indie: STOP TRYING TO CUT ME OFF!

Nope~~~~~~~ Indie: I hate you -_-

Everybody does ;;_;;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spain and Romano left, leaving Sam and I to actually get something done. I hadn't realized the song had changed until the verse started.

Vi undrar är ni redo att vara med
Armarna upp nu ska ni få se
Kom igen
Vem som helst kan vara med
(Vara med)

"Sam." I said looking at eyes with eyes wide and serious. As soon as I got her attention, she listened and got just as serious as I. We nodded to each other like we did when we were dancing with Toni and Lovi, and started dancing at the same time.

Okay, so maybe we weren't going to get anything done.

Så rör på era fötter
Oa-a-a
Och vicka era höfter
O-la-la-la
Gör som vi
Till denna melodi

(Oh-wa-ohwa-ah)

Dansa med oss
Klappa era händer
Gör som vi gör
Ta några steg åt vänster
Lyssna och lär
Missa inte chansen
Nu är vi här med
Caramelldansen (

Recognize it now?)

At least nobody came in to correct us this time.

~~~~~~ Sweden's POV(I DO WHAT I WANT!) ~~~~~~~~

I quietly sang along to the song I heard coming from the kitchen.

Det blir en sensation överallt förstås
På fester kommer alla att släppa loss
Kom igen
Nu tar vi stegen om igen

(Oh-wa-ohwa-ah)

Så rör på era fötter
Oa-a-a
Och vicka era höfter
O-la-la-la
Gör som vi
Till denna melodi

I stopped when I noticed my wife looking at me curiously. "What?" I asked bluntly. It seems he didn't notice he was staring, but Finland snapped out of it and replied.

"Oh, I was just wondering what that song was! Considering it's in Swedish." He said, slipping back into his usual peppy self. I shrugged and turned back to the show. Ow, that looks like it hurt. I thought as the character got her hand stuck in a garbage disposal. I then started mumbling the words again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~BACK TO INDIE, POSERS!~~~~~~~~~~~

I placed the last of the chicken on its plate and grabbed two of the plates while Sam grabbed four bowls of salad. What? It's easier to hold more bowls than plates. Don't judge meh! I finished the Caramelldansen as I sat the plates down. Caramelldansen…. I had a quick recall of the dream I had the day I went to eat with the nations. I giggled to myself and then remembered. Oh yeah, that pairing line. I still wonder… And that's when Iceland walked in.

"Oh, hello Iceland!" I greeted warmly. "You're just in time! Do you think you could help me grab these last four plates in here?" I asked. He smiled, glad that he was able to help, and followed me into the kitchen. Iceland grabbed two plates while I grabbed two and Sam grabbed the last four bowls of salad(I'm kind of wondering if that's enough….) and we sat them on the table beside their brothers.

"Thank you so much, Iceland!" I thanked the Nordic. He blushed a bit but gave me a small smile none the less. (why are people always either smiling or laughing in this fic?!)

"It was no problem, really." He said shyly. I gave a light giggle in return. He's cute when he's flustered. I thought absent-mindedly. Wait, where did that come from?! Curse you inner otaku! I had a little internal conversation with myself about where the fact I couldn't deny Iceland's bishonen-ness, when Iceland placed a hesitant hand on my shoulder. "Indie, are you alright?" He asked worriedly. I blushed a bit that I had been caught in a spaz moment, but quickly reassured him.

"Yes, thank you." I said while I headed to a cabinet to grab plates. "I'm sorry, I suppose I was just thinking." There was no way I was telling him the cause of my erratic thoughts were how cute he looked when he's flustered.

As I sat the empty plates on the table, I heard Sam open the door to my left. "Hey countries!" She called over the TV. "Lunch is done!" I shook my head at my goofy sister and placed the plates on the table. All the countries came in as Sam was grabbing the different salad dressings and forks.

"Rock-out, dudettes! This is totally legit of you!" America cheered as he took a seat at the table. We were used to having a bunch of people over so we had the kind of table that folds out and can hold quite a bit of people. "Thanks a bunch!"

"Yeah, you better appreciate it." Sam said, pretended to be cross. Well, I hope it's pretending. She then glared at all of them before a certain high-pitched voice spoke up.

"I'm hungry, feed me too!" It cried. We all turned to look at Canada and saw that his polar-bear was reaching up towards his face and demanding sustenance. At that moment, Sam fangirl squealed and ran over to the arctic creature.

"You have a frikkin' polar bear? No freaking way that is so freakin' cool!" She squeaked as she pet Kumajirou's fuzzy little head. "Whadd'ya wanna eat, Monsieur ours blanc?" She asked him. Both Canada and France reacted to her use of French, but Kuma ignored them and gladly told Sam what he wanted.

"Je veux des cookies, l'homme étrange. " He replied, using the same language. He was a Canadian polar bear, after all. Canada was shocked as what Kumajirou called Sam, but she acted on it before he could.

"I'm a strange human? You're a talking polar bear, that's pretty strange." She shot back calmly as she looked the polar bear straight in his soul-sucking, black eyes. Kuma stared right back at her, not fazed a bit. This actually went on for quite a while before Canada stepped in.

"Kumakichi! We do not insult people who are nice and give us food." He scolded the mini-bear. "I'm so sorry!" Canada said to Sam. She smiled at him kindly and shrugged.

"Is k. Being insulted by a talking polar bear was actually kind of profound." Sam said as she skipped back into the kitchen. She came back moments later holding a box of "Chunky chips ahoy!" (OY OY OY! Sorry…. Anyone remember that commercial?) "Here you go fuzzy creature." She said opening the package. Kumajirou leapt out of his owner's arms and onto the floor where Sam sat the cookie package. "What's your name, anyway?" She asked him.

"Kumamura." Canada said, trying to be helpful and failing terribly.

"No it's not, dummy." 'Kumamura' said. Canada blushed a bit at the fact he just got owned by a near-defenseless creature. "I'm Kumajirou." He said correctively, then looked at Matthew and added, "I don't know who that is though." He sighed and when to get his own food.

Seeing Canada discouraged, Sam gave Kumaji(That's my nickname for him ^w^) a light tap on the nose. "Bad Kumajirou. You apologize to your owner!" She scolded. Kumaji-chan gave her a calculating look before realizing she meant business and apologized to Matthew.

"Sorry, Canada." He said tilting his head up to look at his owner. Matthew was shocked to see Kumadoro remembered his name for once.

"How did you do that?" Matthew asked Sam in his adorably quiet voice. Sam gave him a curios look.

"Do what?" She asked.

"He apologized and remembered my name. That doesn't just happen!" Despite the fact Writer-chan put an exclamation point there, Canada's voice didn't actually get any louder, just changed in tone.

"Aw, Kuma-chan! Are you usually mean to your Canada?" Sam asked the polar bear. He nodded without hesitation and went back to cookie munching. Sam gave him a disapproving look then turned back to Canada. "I'm sorry that your polar bear has issues, but all I did was correct him." She said kindly. They then sat down next to each other and had a nice conversation about proper ways to handle Kumajirou.

I watched them and giggled a bit whenever one would make the other blush out of utter cuteness. That is, until a second animal's voice popped up; this one was deep and had an almost Boston accent.

"Oi, I want food too!" It demanded I looked around the table until I saw the source of the voice. Iceland was sitting there scolding a puffin and looking embarrassed at it's little outburst.

"Aw, a puffin!" I cried. I walked over to where Iceland was sitting. "Sup, puffin-dude?" I said as I touched his soft black feathers.

"I'm hungry and want food." He said bluntly. "Did you not hear me?" I laughed at that.

"Is that so? How about saying please?" I prompted the sarcastic bird. I could tell he thought long and hard about that one.(birds have thoughts?!) Puffin-chan finally gave me an answer.

"…Please?" The tiny creature asked hesitantly. He sounded like he had never used the word before. I laughed and turned around into the kitchen.

"Be right back, birdy!" I called over my shoulder.

"That's Mr. Puffin to you!" He called back rudely.

"Yes, my apologies Puffin-san." I said as I opened the cabinet. Sam had just picked up some sardines, and because I didn't eat it, she probably wouldn't mind me giving it to Mr. Puffin. Too much.

I put the fish on a plate and sat it in front of the temperamental bird. "Here ya go." I said kindly. Despite the fact he was an incredibly rude little guy, I wasn't one for making the situation worse with sarcasm. Okay, that's only a partial lie.

Puffin-pon squawked happily and went to start eating, I pulled the plate away before he could. "Thank you?" I requested. He thanked me and then started eating. I rolled my eyes and got my own food, then sat down across from Sam and in-between France and Spain. Me and Sam prayed, Japan 'Itadakemas'd and everyone started eating. Except for me.

Before I could start, there was a little bark. So, not all their animals can talk? Bummer. I thought as I looked around for the source of the little yip. My eyes settled on yet another Nordic, this time Finland. He was petting a little white dog that he picked up from the floor. "Hanatamago?When did you get here?" He asked the puffy canine. It merely barked back, for he is a dog, and dogs cannot talk. Puffins and Polar bears? Different story. But dogs can most definitely not talk.

"Is she hungry, too?" I asked him, not the least bit fazed. It looked like Finland was about to decline, but Hanatamago jumped from her owner's arms and came up to me, wagging her tail furiously. "You are, aren't you ya' little smooshy?" I asked the puppy as I snuggled against her nose. "Alrighty! To the puppy pantry!" I shouted as I ran upstairs to one of the numerous closets in mine and Sam's hallway. I opened one of the small doors, grabbing two bowls and a small bag of dog food. I trotted back down the stairs, still holding Hanatamago; I couldn't let her go! She's too cuddly :3

I walked back over to the table and sat the bowl on the ground at the end closest to the Nordics, and poured food into one of the bowls. Hanatamago licked my face happily and jumped from my arms to start eating. I giggled at the doggy-kiss then filled the other bowl with water from the sink, sitting it down next to it's twin. "Huh? Where'd you get the random dog food?" Denmark asked as he watched me walk back to my seat.

"The rest of our family has a dog that we watch whenever we need to. So, we have supplies for whenever Blitzen comes over." I said simply. I saw Finland perk a bit at the name. I wonder why... "We also have three cats here, so it's not like we aren't used to taking care of animals."

"Neko?" Japan asked. "Greece-san would like that very much. What are their names?" He asked curiosly. Sam and I exchanged a knowing glance, then Sam answered.

"Black Star, Artemis and Foo-Foo Cuddley Poops." She said proudly. America and Denmark both burst out laughing at the names, and me and Sam(NOT THE QUEENS'S ENGLISH!) laughed with them. Japan gave a light smile at yet more anime references. Hey, one was from Avatar! Then, we all finally went back to eating.

We laughed and talked while we ate, but then I realized something. "Sam-Sam." I said, catching my sister's attention. She gave me a questioning look. "You haven't actually been introduced to everyone!" I said despairingly. She thought about and then agreed.

"You're right!" Sam exclaimed. "Yes, do introduce me to the guys who were harassing my little sister." She said coldly. All the countried looked at each other worriedly, even guiltily, until Sam and I started laughing our heads off.

The countries stared at us with a mix of confusion and horror at our sudden out-burst. Sam was the first to recover and talk, I was too busy laughing at their faces. "I'm just kidding!" She assured. "Seriously, you guys don't seem that bad." Then her face got serious. Honestly, it was serious this time, trust me. "But I'll make that assessment myself." Then, perking up again, "So, let's do this thing"

The guys around us looked hesitant at first, but figuring they better leave a good impression, proceeded with their names.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sam's POV ^w^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

First up was the guy next to me. "It is splendid to make your acquaintance, I'm Arthur Kirkland. Otherwise known as England." He said getting out of his seat and placing a kiss on my hand. I blushed at the contact and pulled my hand away the second he let go.

"P-pleasure." I stuttered, feeling the need to speak more formal.

Next was a blond guy with cool half-glasses and a bright goofy smile. "'Sup! I'm Alfred F. Jones! But you probably know me as America!" He cheered excitedly. He shook my hand and I squee'd a bit on the inside. This is my country. It's sort of an honor. After I got over my initial excitement, I gave my reply.

"Hi America!" I greeted giddily. "Can I please hug you?" I outright asked my home country. He beamed happily at my words.

"Of course, dudette!" He permitted. I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, which was a bit hard considering he was pretty tall and decently built. He embraced me back and let go after a bit. I let go too and then blushed profusely. Why the heck did I just do that? I barely ever hug Indie, much less a random guy?! My thoughts were interrupted by a deep, yet somehow high, voice behind America.

"Somebody actually likes you, Америка." A tall, pale haired man said as he placed two huge, gloved hands on America's shoulders.

"'Course dude, I am the hero after all!" America stated proudly, seemingly unaffected.

"Yeah you are!" I high-fived America. He was overjoyed that someone agreed with him for once. Then, mister tall-pale and terrifying came up to me and extended a hand.

"Pryvet, Comrade!" He greeted. Russia? "I am Ivan Braginsky, or Russia." He said, tilting his head and smiling childishly. "Become one with me, da?"

I took his hand in mine and shook slowly. Is this guy for real? I wondered. "Um, no thanks." I said hesitantly. "Mozhet bytʹ, kak-nibudʹ v drugoy raz." He looked discouraged at my declination. But pleased at my use of his language.

"Good God, how many languages do you girls speak?" Britain asked.

"Indie speaks Italian, Spanish, Japanese, French and a good amount of German." I said matter-of-factly.

"And Sam speaks Italian, German, Russian, Japanese, Spanish and is almost done with learning French." Indie chimed in from across the table.

"But, Indie is better with Japanese, Spanish and French." I added, then Indie said;

"Likewise, Sam is better at German."

The countries seemed impressed with both our knowledge and ability to answer for each other. "Why so many?" Spain asked curiously. I looked at my sister. We both shrugged.

"Why not?" I questioned back. Everyone agreed and then moved on. The next to come up was a really pretty Asian man.

"Nihao! I am Yao Wang, otherwise China!" He greeted calmly. Wow, he's actually normal. I thought admiringly. He took my hand and I shook back.

"Wonderful to meet you, China!" I said. After him was a small man with pale hair and a white beret. He was one of the Scandinavians if I wasn't mistaken.

"Hello!" He greeted, outrageously cheery. "I am Tino Väinämöinen! But, I'm also Finland." He continued. Though it was a bit hard to understand him through the thick accent. "It is nice to be meeting you!"

My goodness this guy is adorable. I thought. And the broken English doesn't help. "Hello Finland! It's wonderful to meet you!" I said taking his hand. He was small, but still taller than me at my 5'5. A crazy tall man came up behind Tino protectively, his aura making me let go of his hand. Tino was confused, but then looked over his shoulder at the tall man.

"Oh, Hei Sweden!" He said. "What's up?" Despite the fact Tino was talking to him, Sweden continued to stare me down.

"Jus' chckn' on m'wife." He said in an intimidating monotone. He gave me a pointed look and it's weight bore into my skull. What is this guy's problem? I wondered as he continued to crush my skull from 5 feet away.

"Um," I started, not knowing what to say.

"Don't ask." Norway, Denmark, Iceland, Finland and Indie all said at the same time. Confused, I stuck out my hand to the freaky guy-Sweden?

"I'm Sam." I said, initiating the introduction this time. "And you are…?"

"….. 'M Berwald. But y' can cll m' Sweden." He said, taking my hand after looking at me for a while. Then, yet another one of Indie's 'bosses' came up.

"Hej! I'm Matthias Koehler! But, I am also known as The Awesome Denmark!" He declared loudly. After he said that, a strange guy with silvery hair and crimson eyes came up.

"You did NOT just say that you were awesome!" The albino yelled at Denmark. "We all know that the only one deserving of the word 'awesome' here is me, so you have no right to use it!" Do these guys have an awesome complex or something? I wondered. Before I could say anything though, the strange guy turned to me. "Guten Abend, Fräulein. Mein awesome name is awesomely Gilbert Beilschmidt!" He said while wrapping a pale arm firmly around my shoulders. "But I more awesomely known as Prussia."

Yep. Definitely an awesome complex. "Hallo, mein name ist Sam." I said. He was Prussia, so German works, right? Wait. Prussia? That's not a country anymore! Ah, whatever; there shouldn't be real live countries in front of me right now, anyway.

Prussia eyes opened wide. "Whoa, du ehrfürchtig sprechen mein genial Sprache?" He asked, entirely surprised with my reply. I rolled my eyes at that.

"Ja, du hast nicht zugehört überhaupt früher?" I asked exasperatedly as I rose from my chair. He became even more shocked.

"Wann hast du das gesagt?!" He snapped back. This turned into a heated, German conversation until Indie stepped in between the two of us.

"Whoah, dudes, I can't even catch everything you're saying so chill out and meet everyone else so we can get on with our day." She said calmly. I sighed as Denmark came around behind Prussia.

"Haha, and there we go! Once again proving that I'm am clearly superior to all you other-" He couldn't Finnish(LOL I'm funny ^w^) that, because another pale haired guy-THEY ARE ALL PALE! WHY?!- came up and choked Denmark with his own tie.

"I'm Lukhas Bondevik, or Norway." He said calmly as he dragged away Denmark.

"I'm Emil Steilsson, but also Iceland." Another guy walked over from where he was standing next to Indie. He shook my hand. "Nice to meet you." He said, and I said the same.

Then, the two Italians from earlier came up. "Ciao, Bella! I am Feliciano Vargas and this is Lovino, my fratello!" The lighter haired of the two brunettes exclaimed. "We are both Italy, but we go by Veneziano, and Romano, to avoid confusion!"

I giggled as Veneziano stuck his hand out to me. I took it and then turned to Romano, my dance partner, who also stuck his hand out. "Ciao, sono Sam! E 'un piacere conoscerti." I said happily. They-like all the other countries- were happy when I used their language and smiled at me before walking off. Romano, however, didn't get all the way away, because he was glomped by the Spanish guy teaching Indie earlier.

"I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! And as you could probably guess, Spain! Es un placer conocerte!" Spain said as he struggled to keep the angry Italian in his grasp. I laughed.

"El placer es todo mío" I managed in between laughs. Then the black-haired guy that I'm pretty sure is Japan came up.

"Konnichiwa, I am Kiku Honda. But, you may call me Japan." He said bowing. I bowed back.

"Of course. It's a pleasure to meet you Japan." I said. After him was yet another freaking blond guy.

"Hallo, I am Ludwig-"

"BEILSCHMIDT!" Prussia yelled from across the room. Ludwig just ingored him and continued.

"Also known as Germany. It is nice to meet you." He said nodding curtly. He was to the point, so I did the same.

"Sam. Pleasure." I said nodding. The last to come up was a blonde guy-Big surprise!- who was giving me a creepy look.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle. My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Je suis la France." He took my hand in his much like all the others had and kissed it. This was different from Britain's though, much different. Britain's kiss said 'I'm a gentleman and have only the purest intentions towards you' France's kiss said 'Hey baby, *I'll leave this next part to your imagination*'. It was creepy.

"Yes, nice to meet you." I said pulling my hand away in disgust. Then, I realized there was someone who hasn't formally introduced himself. "Canada?" I asked looking around the room.

"I-I'm right here…" A whispery voice said. I whirled around to see Canada being sat on by Russia. My eyes widened at the poor country's misfortune.

"Canada!" I shouted as I ran over to where he was being Canada-sat. Russia looked up at me curiously.

"Canada? Prosti, there is no Canada being here." He said apologetically. Canada looked like he was used to it, but was in pain nonetheless. I sucked up any fear I might have held towards Russia and stepped up to him, placing a hesitant hand on his (huge) shoulder.

"Um, Russia? Even if there is no Canada there, could you move for just a sec?" I asked. It took all restraint I had not to say 'even if there is no Canada being there.' Seriously. It was tempting. Russia smiled that creepy kid-like smile of his and complied, getting out of his seat; as soon as he did, Canada took a huge breath of air and looked at me gratefully.

"T-thank you, Sam." He said shyly, blushing a bit when he did. I blushed a bit too, but hid it well enough.

"That's okay, but you should probably get up before he sits on you again." I said hastily. Canada's eyes opened wide and he stood up quickly and walked a bit away. Just in time too, because Russia sat back down almost immediately. I laughed at the close call, but turned to Canada when I saw him stick his hand out in my peripheral.

"I-I'm Matthew Williams. You already know I'm Canada, so it's nice to meet you." He said giving me a small smile. I gave him a small smile of my own, I HATE smiling big.

"Right, and I'm Sam! It's nice to meet you, too." I said shaking his hand. He beamed-as close to beaming as Canadia can get- at me, but before he could say anything else, Indie's slightly loud and excitable voice cut through the comfortable silence.

"Alright, kiddies! I'm hungry and shall therefore finish eating." She declared. "You will also finish eating, and then we will, I don't know, do something." She said shrugging. We all complied and sat back down.

~~~~~Da, na, na, na, na, na, na , na INDIE! (POV)~~~~~~~~~~~

We finished eating and played a round of 'What's in your milk' because apparently the countries had never heard of it before. It was extremely comical and Romano won, considering he naturally hates everything that's not a tomato or (Spain XD) a pretty girl, so he didn't laugh. Once.

"Alright, dudes! Let's play something fun!" America shouted as he jumped up from the absurdly long table.

"America, you are not the host here and are not allowed to make demands like that! I raised you to have more courtesy than that!" Britain scolded his former colony. America pouted and Sam piped up from her seat next to Canada.

"By the way, what is your guys' relationship, there? Is England like your dad or your big brother, or what?" She asked looking back and forth from America to Britain. The two men looked at each other and shrugged, unsure as how to best answer that. I was about to stand up and suggest we do something when all of a sudden, the door flew wide open.

"Hunny-senpai, I'm home!"


Oooooh, my first cliff-hanger! I'm so happy :P Can you guys guess? Probably not... You know what? Most definitely not. Anyway, what did my minions think? *evil laugh* You better have liked it! JK But, seriously, tell me! Also, feel free to correct me on something stupid! Okay, TWANSITION!

Translations:

Qué es eso= What's that

Spagna=Spain (you could guess that -_-)

Pervitito- Perverted (you could guess that too!)

Sorellina=Little Sister

Socio=Partner/Sidekick

Ballare=Dance

Bella Ragazza=Beautiful Girl

Chica=Girl? Chick? I don't really know. I remember it as chick.

Si=Yes

Interessante=Interesting

I'm not going to translate CaramellDansen! Google it ;)

Bishonen=Really pretty/attractive guy

Monsieur Ours Blanc=Mr. Polar Bear

Je Veux Des Cookies, L'homme Etrange= I want cookies, strange human.

Америка=America

Pryvet=Hello

Comrade=Kinda like saying friend. It's a Russian thing *shrugs*

Mozhet bytʹ, kak-nibudʹ v drugoy raz.= Maybe another day.

Nihao=Hello

Hei=Hello

Hej=Hello

Guten Abend=Good Evening

Fraulein=Miss/Young girl

Mein=My

Hallo=Hello

Mein Name Ist Sam=My name is Sam

Whoa, du ehrfürchtig sprechen mein genial Sprache= Whoa, you awesomely speak my awesome langauge

Ja, du ast nicht zugehört überhaupt früher=Yes, were you not listening earlier

Wann hast du das gesagt=When did you say that

Ciao=Hello

Fratello=Brother

Ciao, sono Sam! E 'un piacere conoscerti= Hello, I'm Sam! It's nice to meet you

Es un placer conocerte= It's nice to meet you

El placer es todo mio= It's a pleasure

Bonjour=Hello

Mademoiselle=Miss

Je suis la France=I am France

Prosti=I'm sorry

MEIN GOTT THAT WAS A LOT OF NOT-ENGLISH! Oh well, it made it more interesting ^_^

*This is true. Me and JC always play this (and CaramellDansen) when working in the kitchen and dance while making creepy faces at eachother.

Also, Blitzen, Black Star, Artemis and Foo-Foo Cuddley Poops really are all our pets too XD

Again, sorry for the lateness! But, my mom got me my Valentines present early and it was the new issue of OtakuUSA! What was I to do other than read the free manga and reveiws? Cut me some slack! I also got a map of America. Yeah, she's awesome.

PLUS My dad's gift to me was new MTG cards, so I was up til 1AM playing Magic with my parents. Yes, Magic with my parents. They are just that awesome.

Anywho, that's all for now!

MANIAC! (Sorry, my friend just got me into InuXBoku)