DOO DOO BAP AH DOO BOOOW! 'Sup my homies? It's your girl Ninja, here! I apologize that this was up late, but I'm a lazy/busy person ^_^ I apologize that the last chapter was a make-up, but sooooo happy you guys gave me a response anyway!

Now, I would like to take the time to answer a couple reviews that I didn't get to personally.

IndieVal: I am going to respond to, like, five at once, so brace yourself XD Chapter 4 review: Haha, thank you! I'm glad you like it because it makes me feel better about how I handle situations ^_^; Also, "Emo-grumps" HAHA! That is so funny XD We usually put our heads down and fold our hands, or weave them together, or just leave it at putting our heads down... Whatever you feel like doing at the time XD

Chapter 5 review: TBH I love my characters' reactions, too XD I try to make them seem realistic, ya know? I kept having to ask my sister, "Hey, how would you react here?" Just to portray it right!

Chapter 6 review(Getting sick of me yet, guys? ;D): There's a character from a book called Black Star?! That sounds awesome! I must read afore-mentioned book! Sadly, this Black Star is from Soul Eater which is another anime/manga. Really good! You should watch it! Just watch out for Blair . I use my own/my sister's knowledge for most of the foreign langauges, and feel like a loser when I have to use Google Translate ;;_;; But I'm glad you appreciate it! Feel free to tell me when it's wrong XD And yes! CaramellDansen is Swedish! Don't you feel that that makes it ten times cooler? I do!C

And finally, chapter 7!: Thank you! Doing the RP was a flipping blast XD Also, thank you for catching that! I will make them shorter from now on! ('cept this one cuz it was already mostly written :P)

Le Guest: Haha, I can only assume you normally have an account! But thank you anyway! Yeah, I love Amelia! She's funny :3 And you're welcome for the Toby! He's only the funniest freaking son-of-a-gun on youtube!

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Anyway, that's all for now! Thanks for putting up with me so often! I love you all!

England: *zaps into frame* *sigh* She really did forget the disclaimer... Author here doesn't own anything except for her OCs, that's such a lazy term, and her absurd and haphazard plot. Farewell. *zaps back to future*

Now, PREPARE YOURSELVES!


Chapter 8. A New OC! Rise Of The Best Friend!


"Hunny-senpai, I'm home!" A voice called as the front door burst open. I stood up, but didn't have time to yell at her before my best friend glomped me from the side. "Indie~" She cooed as she squeezed me tighter.

I couldn't keep serious for very long, so I immediately reacted with the correct amount of nerdy. "Ah! A wild Maria appears!" I shouted looking at her in mock terror. Maria responded without missing a beat, keeping up with the pokemon references.

"She uses 'Hug Attack'!" She called back in a voice equally as dramatic as mine.

"It's very effectiiive!" I called in a deeper voice, dragging out the 'i' for a better effect(I kinda just used the same word twice 0_0). We both laughed as she let me go. I looked at the others around me. The nations clearly wanted to know who this was and Sam was smirking at mine and Maria's casual nerd talk.

"Hey, Marie." Sam called calmly from her seat. Maria's eyes opened wide upon seeing her other best friend.

"SAMMY!" Maria exclaimed as she rammed her petite frame into my sister in yet another epic glomp. It wasn't until Germany cleared his throat to get her attention that Maria noticed there were others in the house. "Oh, hey, random people. Cool." She said looking at the men around her. "Are these the guys you work for, Ind-Ind? That's neat." She continued without even allowing me to answer.

I sighed and walked over to where Marie was perched on my sister's lap. I picked her up by an arm before slinging one of my own around her shoulders. "Guys, this is Maria Gray; My best friend and fellow nerd." I introduced as I gestured to the afore mentioned nerd. "And Maria, these are the countries. However, I will not introduce them because that just happened with Sam twenty minutes ago and you can probably guess who they are anyway." I said sweeping a hand through the air in the countries' direction.

Maria waved a lightly tanned hand. "Hi! Pleasure to meet you!" She said, a huge and easy smile making its way across her face. Then, she dropped the matter completely and turned to me. "Hey Indie, I was bored because I hate science and hungry because I forgot my lunch which made me think 'Hey, Indie likes me and always has food so I'll go to her house!' so I ditched school a bit early and came here hoping for some chill time but now I'm here and you have others over and I'm afraid you won't acknowledge my existence so now I'm sad." My hyper-active friend spoke a mile a minute. She got progressively sadder through the little speech and by the end had a small pout.

I giggled at my absurd friend and replied, "First: Skipping school is bad, especially in college, and you're going to get kicked out." I continued, "Second: You're an idiot for thinking I wouldn't hang out with you, the more the merrier!" I chastised as I hugged her around the neck. Maria's eyes sparkled at my comment and she hugged me back.

"You're so sweet!" She cheered in my ear. Most of the nations 'awe'd at our FemMance, but Britain looked confused. I could vaguely hear him mutter 'she just called her best friend an idiot and they're hugging because it was sweet?'. Maria separated from me but whispered in my ear. "Hey, if I do something to make the countries question my sanity, would you play along?" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Of course! I'll get Sam to play along too." I whispered back. "Is there anything important I should know about it?" I added. She thought about that for a moment before an idea struck her.

"You'll catch on to what I'm doing right away, that's not important, but," She leaned in really close to me and whispered as quiet as she possibly could. I smiled deviously at her plan before nodding then walking back over to Sam. I whispered to her quickly and she agreed.

Just then, we heard Marie's voice come in from the kitchen. "Hey Sam, do you have anything to drink?" She asked from her spot sitting on the island.

"Da, eto v kholodilʹnik."(Yeah, in the fridge.) Sam replied, using Russian. Of course, this got Russia interested.

"Hé, Marie, tu veux pauvre de moi un verre de malk?"(Hey, Marie, could you get me a glass of malk?) I asked continuing the skit in French. France's head snapped up at my words and he started listening too.

"Non hanno alcun malK, ma si può ottenere un po 'di latte."(They don't have any malk but I can get you some milk.) Maria replied helpfully in Italian. By now all the countries had taken in interest in the fact we kept switching languages.

"Das ist, was sie gerade gesagt hat."(That's what she just said.) Sam called back using German, the appropriate amount of humor in her voice to match the original line.

"Un, zentai malk yō na."(Yeah, like whole malk.) I said in agreement. I decided to use Japanese this time, mostly because it always sounds weird. The countries were now watching intently to the conversation going on across two rooms.

"No. Digamos milkshake."(No. Say milkshake.)Maria demanded in Spanish.

"Mirukusēki"(Milkshake.) I replied, still using Japanese and all its awkwardness.

"Xiànzài shuō niúnǎi."(Now say milk.) Maria showed off this time with Chinese.

"Malk."

"Stai sentendo questo?"(Are you hearing this?) Maria asked exasperatedly as she turned towards Sam.

"Sí, la chica quiere un vaso de mulk."(Yeah, the girl wants a glass of mulk.) Sam said nonchalantly. In actuality, none of us knew exactly what the other was saying at the time, considering Sam and I don't speak Chinese, Sam and Marie barely speak French and Marie and I aren't awesome at Russian.

"Mulk?" Maria asked in complete shock.

"Gib ihr die mulk, Marie!" (Just give her the mulk, Marie!) Sam shouted angrily. Just then, Mr. Puffin piped up at the most opportune moment.

"Oi! Haven't you heard of inside voices?!" The bird squawked at us. Maria, Sam and I all looked at each other in silent agreement: This bird was just accidently awesome. Then, Sam spoke up considering her line was next.

"Sorry dad, my white friends." She said in English. We were all having a really hard time not laughing at this.

"What are you girls doing?" Germany asked, beginning to stand. We all ignored him, of course, and continued the stupid skit.

"Prendi me. Un vetro. Di malK!" (Get me. A glass. Of malk!) I shouted at my best friend. We were on a roll and there was no stopping it.

[Why are you yelling at me?] Marie replied, only this time, she used sign language, which Sam and I had taught to her.

"Sólo llevarla mulk el maldito!" (Just get her the freakin' mulk!) Sam shouted in my defense.

"Mulk?"

"My vse govorili Malk , Mariya !" (We're all saying malk, Marie!) I yelled at her using Russian I had picked up from my sister.

"Nein! Du sagst malk!" (You're saying malk!) She screamed as she jabbed her finger my way. Then she pointed to Sam. "Du sagst mulk-"(You're saying mulk!)

"MUUUUUUULK!" Sam moaned as she made a rather unattractive face.

"Maaaaaalk!" I moaned back, also making an unnatractive face. There were a few more rounds of 'malk's and 'mulk's, ending with me holding out my 'malk' in a way that made it sound like mooing, before Marie grabbed a banana off the counter next to her and pointed it at us.

"DAMARE!" She demanded as she threatened us with the tasty tropical fruit. "Dama-re." She repeated, splitting the word up to make it more dramatic. She then proceeded to shove one end of the banana to her head. Sam and I then grabbed the first things we could think of, Sam a fork and I a Naruto shuriken I had in my pocket for some reason, and pointed them at her.

"Don't do it!" I yelled as I shook the shuriken at her.

"Don't do it Marie!" We figured now is an okay enough time to just use English.

"You're gonna shoot me if I shoot myself?! That doesn't make any sense!" She cried, her face growing more hysterical by the second. Me and my sister glanced at each other, then pointed our weapons to our own heads.

"You're like a brother to me!" I literally cried as I clawed at the air between us. "You're hand is like a brother to me!" Sam and I continued to shout weird things like that, Maria occasionally saying something like 'I'm going to shoot myself!' as though it weren't obvious. Then, we abruptly came to a stop. The skit was technically over. If we kept going it wouldn't make sense!

The room was silent. Deadly silent. Like, you-could-hear-the-mayor-of-whoville-sigh kind of silent. Which was freaking hilarious.

After a bit, the three of us humans finally looked back at the countries. Their faces were as follows:

Germany's was one of utter horror and confusion. (Think him trying to give beer to the Pict!)

Italy's was one of utter bliss because he's an oblivious idiot.

Japan's was an attempt at keeping stoic, but was amused and a little terrified.

Romano had a da-fudge-did-I-just-see-you've-all-gone-bonkers kinda thing going on.

Spain was bright red from a lack of oxygen caused by the laughter he was trying to hold in. Prussia's, America's and Denmark's were the same.

England was looking at us like God himself had come down and started doing the hula while dressed like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

China was all like "what-aru?"

Russia was smiling his creepy pervert (I think it's perverted :/) smile of his while petting a pipe he materialized out of frikkin' nowhere.

France looked curious and questioning, but in a very manly and sexy way.

Canada… Who?

Norway was stoic as always. What is his problem?

Sweden was shocked, dark blue lines and all.

Finland was humming 'Jingle bells' because, like Feli, he is oblivious to the rest of the world. Sometimes.

And finally, Iceland was pulling off a (very sexy) face-desk. On a table. LIKE A BAWZ!

While Maria, Sam and I were taking in all of these faces, I had made tea. The three of us were now sitting down and drinking tea calmly as we waited for the others to snap out of it. The animals had come over to join us, too. Mr. Puffin sitting on my shoulder, Kumajirou had his own cup of tea and was sitting in Sam's lap, and Marie had Hanatamago safely on her head.

By the time the others finally decided to snap out of their individual reveries, us girls and Kumajirou had already had two cups of tea each and made cookies for everyone. "Oh, you guys are alive?" Sam asked sarcastically as Germany walked up to the three of us. "'Bout time!"

Germany continued walking toward us until he was standing in front of us all. He then placed a hand on Maria's forehead. "Are you three alright?" He asked as he contemplated whether or not her temperature was high. Marie blushed a bit at the contact, but hid it like the ninja she is and laughed a bit as she merely shook her head.

"I promise I took my medication!" Sam piped up from her seat next me. Canada smiled at that; even giggled at the utter goofiness of the dark-haired girl. Sam smiled back at him, glad that someone appreciated the joke. The awesome trio and Spain didn't count, they thought breathing was funny at this point.

"What? I wanted milk!" I said from my seat. Unfortunately, I was closer to Germany than Sam was when she was sarcastic, and got a smack on the head. "Ow! What was that for?" I pouted as I rubbed the spot on my head.

"For being a dummkopf." Germany stated plainly as he gave me a stern look. At least he felt comfortable enough with me to call me an idiot!

My face grew brighter at his words. "Do you really think so?" I asked rhetorically, pushing my luck as far as it would go. Germany gave me another stern look, but it wasn't long before he was looking past me at my sister who looked like Insane Black Rock Shooter in her final battle with Courage.

"Hey, German dude!" She called as she stared him down angrily. "Do that again and Prussia won't be the only ex-nation here." She threatened. Seriously guys, it was like a cross between Envy's true form and Marceline's dad. Freakin' creepy.

Germany looked like he could take her down easy, but he backed off nonetheless. Prussia stopped his laughing from across the room to look genuinely offended for a few seconds before shrugging and laughing again. I sighed at my sister's overprotectiveness, but I can't help but admit that it's crazy adorable. "Sam, it's not like he broke my arm or anything." I pointed out calmly as I gave my sister a measured look. She shot one more hateful glare Germany's way before looking at me worriedly.

"But he hurt you, Indie." She said, her voice making it clear that she saw it as more serious than it actually was. I gave her a reassuring smile, my hand moving to her shoulder comfortingly.

"It's alright, nee-chan!" I said cheerily as I gave her an honest look. "He can't help it, you know, he is German." I knew that it wasn't necessary for me to elaborate; she would understand it.

I was right, she did understand, and she found it hilarious. I laughed along with her as we glanced over at Germany, who wanted to know why that was so incredibly funny. I smirked at my sister and I knew we were thinking the same thing; Nazis. No, Nazis themselves are no laughing matter, but the thought of Germany being one was surprisingly amusing. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and sent a speedy text to Maria.

Nazis. Think about it.

Maria looked down at her own pocket, the iPhone standing out against her dark blue jeans. Her song for me, "PonPonPon" by KyaryPamyuPamyu, started blasting at top volume. She ignored the urge to dance along to it and looked at the text, the name reading 'Ind-Ind'. I saw her go over the message a few times, think about it, then double over in held-in laughter.

GermaTM OSDFJADSIGOLJ AKERMFODLJXM POLSKIRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULE

((Whoops, face keyboard cuz I didn't know what to write there.))

I calmly walked over to the counter where the cookies were sitting on a large, dark purple plate. "Cookies?" I asked as I lifted up the plate and waved it around to feel the air with the smell of snack. There was a loud chorus of 'yes's from around the room as I smiled and sat the cookies down on the table. "Well then, here you go!"

"Huegh, Infey!" Prussia mumbled through a mouthful of cookie. I raised my eyebrow, prodding him to continue. The lack of manners didn't bother me, I was raised around gamers and band guys. Luckily, though, he swallowed before continuing. "Why were you so inviting of us being here? You didn't even care that we ate all your food!" He exclaimed, looking genuinely confused. The others agreed with him and I merely shrugged.

"I'm used to accommodating people, as you can probably tell-" I looked pointedly at the absurd table and then to Maria, who just beamed at me. "So it doesn't really bother me!"

Prussia found this a suitable answer and went back to devouring the cookies in front of him. I grabbed one of the cookies and headed out of the dining room and into the small hall in front of the stairs. "Eat those and I'll be down in a bit!" I shouted, one foot placed readily on the stairs in front of me. "Just gotta' finish my schoolwork!" I finished as I began my ascent. Before I was even two steps up, however, China called to me from the table.

"What are you finishing, aru?" I heard him ask politely. Why does he have a verbal tic that's a Japanese word? Ah, oh well.

"History!" I called back, not realizing how stupid I was to be honest. I immediately heard the shuffling of chairs and several people running to the stairs. Dangiiiiiiiiiit. I thought as I sighed and turned around to see who won. America apparently did and was standing there beaming at me.

"The hero is here to help!" He declared proudly as he placed both fists on his hips in a 'heroic position' "What kinda' history you studying?" He asked. I thought about whether or not it was a good idea to tell him it was currently the Revolutionary war. I decided against it and avoided the question.

"The history of how umbrellas came to be. Can I go now?" I asked as I stepped tentatively onto the next step. Of course, he could tell I was lying.

"Dudette, tell me what it is or I will invade your privacy and find out for myself." He threatened, looking at me seriously as he did.

"First: Don't call me dudette. It's stupid that you need to add 'ette' just in case a chick gets offended! I mean, I'm a chick and call everyone dude!" I ranted a bit on my country before continuing. "And B: It's none of your beezwax and I would appreciate it if you didn't ask again." I said strictly. I really didn't want to be this mean, but it was probably better if he didn't relive these moments.

America pouted at my words. "But I can help~" He whined. Lucky for me, Iceland came up behind him.

"She said to leave her alone, you have to respect that." He told the older nation calmly. America looked at me a little disappointed before walking off. I smiled at Iceland from my place near the top of the short stairs. Thanks. I mouthed. He blushed a bit before nodding and walking off. Hm? That was kind of weird… I thought to myself. Whatevs!

^v^v^DIS TYM SKIP R BRAHT 2 U BAI DAH GRAMER NATZEES ^v^v^

I finished my history quiz in five minutes then came back downstairs, feeling a bit guilty about just abandoning guests in my home. Thankfully, everyone had behaved and nothing was broke. Good thing Sam is strict and Maria has OCD.

"Oi!" I greeted as I walked back into the room. A few others greeted me, but Sweden gave me a questioning look.

"Tht ws fst."(that was fast) He stated simply. I shrugged as I sat on the countertop, grabbing another cookie.

"There wasn't much to do; just some review." I said as I chomped into the choclatey heaven that is Sam's cookies. Italy looked at me curiously.

"Ve~ What grade are you in, Indie?" He asked as he sat next to me on the counter. I groaned and leaned my head back.

"Question them for once!" I yelled as I pointed at my sister and friend. They sneezed, knowing they were being talked about. Spain smiled at this.

"Okay! Sam, Maria, what grade is Indie in?" He asked cheerily. I glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice, which irked me off. Maria happily answered the question.

"Eleventh. She skipped a grade." She supplied as she went back to her conversation with Germany about cheese. Spain thanked her in Spanish then smiled at me victoriously. Before I could yell at him, though, France asked another question.

"Sam~" He said addressing her directly. Sam didn't like Francis, and looked at him with light distaste. "What nationality are you girls? Other than American, of course!" The flirty nation asked. Sam surprisingly didn't mind the question and answered.

"Well, we're mainly Scottish and Irish on our dad's side and Cherokee Indian on our mom's." She replied as she pet the polar bear who refused to move out of her lap. "But, we also have touches of English, German and French on our mom's too." She grimaced a bit at having to tell him that last one, but did it anyway. Of course, France was delighted to hear it, and Britain and Germany were listening too.

"Ohohohon~ So you do have some sexy good blood in you to counteract that crude limey, Britain!" France purred happily as he looked back in forth between us. I laughed at that, already use to the perverseness of the European. Sam just facepalmed and sighed into her hand, but I could tell she had a small smirk behind it.

"And just who are you calling 'crude limey', you uncouth muppet?!" Britain raged as he stood from the table. Good God, not another one of these. I thought despairingly. France stayed in his seat and smirked (sexily) at the Englishman.

"Why, who else but you, Arthur?" He asked rhetorically. The fact that France used his human name made England even more angry and he stormed over to where France was sitting. They started fighting, like, fighting-fighting, and rolled around my dining room and kitchen hitting each other like the babies they were. I sighed as I stood up and began walking over to the pair. I stopped next to the tangled mess that was their fight and pulled them apart by their collars.

"You're both being stupid and making a mess of my kitchen, so unless you want to meet Mr. Happy, I suggest you seriously rethink the next thing you do." I threatened as I gave them both a cold glare. Who cares if they're technically my bosses? They're annoying!

The two blondes looked at each other and Sam looked at me, proud of me for standing up to the strange men. I couldn't tell what the 'strange men' were thinking, but it was probably something lik- "Who is Mr. Happy?" Britain asked. I smirked and dropped both men. Without saying a word, I headed to our "Wardrobe Of Wisdom". A.K.A. a closet filled with Cosplay.

From the mystical land filled with wonder I looked at the sword I used for my Finn cosplay, The Soul Eater I use for my Maka, Ichigo's sword that I have just for the heck of it, Lavi's hammer, Allen's Crown Clown sword, Grell's Death Scythe/chainsaw, also for the heck of it, and Serah's bow from FF. I was trying to decide which one to use for Mr. Happy considering I made it up on the spot.

In the end, I actually went with Black Rock Shooter's cannon. It was my favorite after all.

"This," I walked into the kitchen holding my stupidly big gun, high. "Is Mr. Happy." Sam and Maria started cracking up in the corner at my choice. I'm sure they were wondering what Mr. Happy was too. France and England looked pretty scared, along with the other countries. Except, once again, The Awesome Trio, who were laughing their butts off at FrUk's faces.

"W-would you really hurt an Englishman?" Britain asked shakily from his place on the floor. Then, France next to him.

"Non! Don't hurt my beautiful face! Si vous plait!" France begged as he shook his head back and forth, his golden hair flying around his face haphazardly. I laughed at them as I slung Mr. Happy over my shoulder.

"Chill, dudes! Mr. Happy is used for conventional purposes only, so you're good!" I cheered happily, starting to walk back into the kitchen as I did. "Unless you get on my bad side~" That sent most of the countries into laughter.

We laughed for a while before Italy spoke up. "And what about you, Maria? What is your nationality?" She grinned at him.

"I'm a full half Italian and the other half is just a bunch of useless stuff!" She declared proudly. Seriously, do I even need to explain what happened next? *le sigh~* Fine.

Veneziano glomped her happily. "You don't say, Bella? Sapevo che c'era qualcosa che mi piaceva di te!" He cheered happily. Maria laughed.

"Quindi non mi avrebbe voluto se non era italiano?" She asked smirking. Veneziano laughed.

"Of course I would! Being Italiano just makes you extra bellissimo!" He assured her. She giggled.

"If you say so!"

"Maria." Germany said, capturing the girl's attention yet again. "Why were you not perturbed by mein companions and mine... Situation?" He asked her skeptically.

She looked up from the Pocky she had just popped in to answer him. "Indie's already told me, of course!" She said plainly. "I am her best friend after all! She tells me everything~" She cooed suggestively. I looked at her with light concern, but shrugged and turned back to what I was doing with Sam.

"What is that?" Iceland asked leaning over my shoulder to sneak a peak. I looked up at him, blushing lightly at how close he was.

"We're sketching ideas for new cosplay!" Sam answered for me. He looked at her questioningly, but I spoke up instead.

"It's a slang term that mixes the words 'costume' and 'play' and is used to refer to dressing up as a character from an Anime, Video game or comic. Media like that." I answered. He nodded, understanding it enough that he didn't need to ask again. I could see Japan's light smile from across the room. This dude can smile? "Yes. You can blame it on Japan." I told Iceland. He giggled but Japan looked genuinely flustered.

"N-n-n-nani?" He asked looking around frantically. "Blame me for what? It was my people!" He cried. I felt like a jerk for doing so, but I laughed at his confusion. Why am I always laughing at others' pain?

"It's alright, Japan! I wasn't really blaming you! But your media is addicting." I said, going back to my sketch.

I could see that Iceland still hadn't left my side. "What's the character?" He asked curiously. I don't mind talking to people. I mused to myself before realizing that he actually expected a response.

"Oh! Sorry! Uh, the character's name is Shion Sonozaki from an anime called Higurashi no naku koro ni, or When thd Cicadas cry." I informed, looking over my picture. "Although, I'm doing her outfit from the manga, it's a bit different."

"And this one is Mion Sonozaki, Shion's older twin sister." Sam added, pointing at her drawing. Canada came over and looked at it, smiling.

"It's a wonderful design..." He said shyly. My older sister blushed, which doesn't happen often.

"T-thank you." She said smiling. I internally fangirl squeed at my sister's classic shoujo response. Darn you Kiku.

*•.*•.*•*..•***.• TIME WARP YO•**.•*.•.*•.*

"Hey, wuzzat?" Maria asked pointing at the clock above one of the cabinets and frowning. It was already seven.

I smiled as my friend. "You gotta go, gorgeous." I continued. "Your parents will be worried, considering you skipped school and disappeared."

"Eh, I'm gonna stay tonight. Phone?" She decided then looked at me.

"Base." I said calmly. Snap-decision staying over was nothing new, we even had clothes at each other's houses for such situations. She smiled and skipped over to the home phone to call her rents.

I yawned and looked over at the countries. "Y'all too! I don't have room to accommodate the world." I said, still maintaining my cool. The majority of them looked disappointed. Norway stepped up this time.

"Thank you for having us. Sorry we imposed." He said in his lulling monotone. I don't know why, but his voice is calming, sort of like a big brother.

I smiled at the former viking. "Nah, you guys were cool! It was a blast to host you!" I said cheerily. I noticed my sister looking a bit off. "What's wrong?" I asked her worriedly. She sighed.

"I hope to see Canada again..." She whispered low enough so that only I could hear. I smirked at her.

"Don't worry! He still owes me pancakes! Right, Canada?" I asked turning towards him. He nodded shyly. I beamed as I ushered them all out.

The nations all thanked me and said farewell in their own ways. America high-fived me, Prussia bro-fisted me, Britain tipped his hat, -yes, he was wearing one- Francis hugged me and kissed my cheek, -much to my sister's displeasure- Russia rubbed my head, China hugged me politely, Germany nodded, Italy glomped me, Japan bowed, Sweden grunted, Finland gave me a light hug, Spain gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead,-Sam was fuming at this point- Romano kissed my hand, Norway acknowledged my presence, Iceland smiled shyly, but Denmark hung back after the other's left.

Hm, wonder why?

~~~DENMARK THE KING'S P.O.V., FISHES~~~~ (IT GOES BACK IN TIME A BIT o_o)

I was busy poking Norway's head when I noticed Icey stand up and go talk to Indie. I watched them talk for a while, one occasionally saying something that made the other blush for no good discernible reason, before Norway caught my people-watching.

"What are you doing, Matthias?" He asked, looking at me with his creepy dull eyes. "It's not anything perverted, is it?"

I waved him off. "Of course not! That's Prussia's job..." I said distractedly, still keeping my eye on the other two. Norway was about to interrupt me again, but I shushed him and pointed at Icey and Indie. He looked at me like I was stupid, but watched regardless. It did concern his little brother after all.

*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'*゚Le Sparkly Time Skip*'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*

We watched them talk for a full three hours before Norge finally turned back to me. "What's with them?" He asked blandly.

I shrugged. "Not sure, but we need to do something about it." I said smirking, a plan already forming in my crazy awesome head. Norway looked at me skeptically.

"Now what are you thinking?" He asked. Gosh does he ever shut up?

"I'm thinking, my dearest Luke, that these two lovebirds need a push in the right direction!" I told him deviously. He frowned. Actually, he didn't change at all. Belay that, landlubber.

"How so?" He asked. I smiled triumphantly.

"Well, you know how I went through her records?" I paused for confirmation. He gave me a nod that said 'I clearly do not approve but move on anyway or else you'll never shut up.' so I continued. "Well, it said that she used to live in Massachusetts, which I guess is in north U.S., and used to snowboard all the time! But it's harder because winter isn't the same down here in Virginia." I cleared up. Norway raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced I actually have a plan in mind, so I gave him my idea. "I think we should invite her over to our place!" I blurted out. Norway smacked me in the head.

"Bro, you're so loud." He said, annoyed with me already. "I think you actually have a good idea though." He said, begrudgingly. Then added. "But who's house?"

Hm. Hadn't thought that far. Oh well, who would be best? I pondered. After a minute of consideration, I snapped my fingers. "Sweden!" I cheered proudly.

"Why him?" Norway asked.

"Must you question all of my decisions?"

"Yes." He said honestly. I pouted, but gave him my thoughts anyway.

"Well he's got the most lodges for things like this, remember that one near Åre? We could go there! And also, I'm not sure Sweden likes Indie all that much, so this might be a unique bonding experience!" I told him excitedly.

He considered this for a minute before looking at me, almost with approval! Almost. "Alright. I'll go make sure it's alright with the others." He said cooly. Haha, cooly. He's a cold country. Pfft. I am laughing so hard right now.

Ahem, sorry.

Norway came back a minute later telling me that I had Sweden's okay and that Finland just wanted everyone's happiness.

Excellent! Now all I need to do is. Um. Darn, what will I do next? I voiced my problem to Norge, and we spent the next while plotting out the specifics before Indie said that we needed to go home. Norway stood up and thanked her before heading out of the door with the others, shooting me a look as he did.

I intercepted the look and waited until everyone else left before standing from my seat.

"Hej! Indie!"


Bam. Another cliff-hanger. Not really. Only kinda.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! My apologies for the occasional crack, but I usually write at un-holy times of night and that is the result XD Please review because I absoloutely ADORE them! They make me smile like Kira *insert creepy Kira smile/ laughing fit here*

Okay, the pairings should be pretty flipping obvious now O_O Seriously. Dudes.

Oh, sorry if there are any mistakes, but I had to go add in some parts and it's 1:20 in the morning. And the 'skit' is 'Malk' by Julian Smith. This man is a gift from God. His skits. My goodness. Please go watch all of his videos. Now. Please.

Anyway, TRANSLATIONS AND OC PROFILES!

Sapevo che c'era qualcosa che mi piaceva di te-I knew there was something I liked about you.

Quindi non mi avrebbe voluto se non era italiano?-So you wouldn't like me if I wasn't Italian?

Bellissimo-Loveley

Nani-What

Why character profiles? Cuz they seem helpful~

Indie: 16

Dark brown hair that goes down to right past her shoulder blades. It's in a layered scene cut that covers one eye and is lightly wavy when she doesn't straighten it. She has dark brown eyes with lighter parts that make them almost hazel and she wears glasses at home and contacts everywhere else. She has an athletic build but is still curvy~

Her preferred style is punk/otaku and her wordrobe is in accordance with that i.e. Skinny jeans, combat boots, leather jackets, tutu's to go over jeans, funny hats and shirts with different shows/video games.

Sam: 18

Hair the same color as Indie's but only reaches right past her shoulders. Her hair is more layered then her sister's and covers more of her face when styled. She has hazel eyes and only has reading glasses that she barely ever uses. Sam has a girlier build with more prominent curves.

Her style changes every week. One week she decides she is emo and the next she's a lolita. There's no telling what she'll wear.

And Maria, my friend's OC ^_^: 18

Long, dark-but lighter than the Carter girls'- wavy hair that reaches her hips. She often ties it into one or two braids. She has brown eyes and does not wear glasses ;;_;; Lucky beast. She has a more petite build and is shorter than her friends, despite being older than Indie.

Her style is just cool and easy going. She wears graphic tee's, jeans and Chuckie T's for the most part, and all three girls cosplay.


Okay. I'm done. I'm tired. My brain hurts. Good night.