Authors notes:

Characters are not mine. And wow another chapter the very next day? (pat's self on back)

I had so much fun writing this chapter. So hopefully you'll have fun too.

Chapter 3: America's glitter pen

I have to find a way to wake them up! Alright.

Spain heads over to England and starts to slap his cheeks, right and left. He keeps doing for quite some time until he catches himself saying aloud, "And take that! And that! And that! Uhhhhh. Ooops?" The only success is two very pink 2 pink cheeks and a still very knocked out England.

"Sorry England. Maybe it's a good thing you're really really REALLY asleep because you won't feel the stinging, cause this has got to sting. Guess I'm still mad at you for sending those hoards and hoards of never-ending pirates against me. Not to mention all those other cruel stuff you did to me back in the day. Pranks are pranks but you went too far. I. I, grinding teeth, should. Let. That. Go. At least until you're conscious so we could spar on fairground," Spain says to limp England. Spain closes his eyes about to sigh when he hears imaginary England laughing his ghoulish pirate butt off. Still frustrated, seems old scars aren't as easy to let go, after trying to gently putting England on the floor, trying, he really did, takes a moment to collect himself. He is being a bit too immature for this situation. Being immature can wait. Seriously, he can endow the much needed payback to England when he is awake and able to defend himself.

Yeah, don't take advantage of the situation me! Well, okay. That was probably my best pay back ever other than that tar chicken incident. Feelin much better already if weren't for the silence. Alright now…Spain scans the room once more.

Placing his hand on his chin he ponders, well, it wouldn't be pleasant to wake up on the floor or on each other. If I were them, I'd sure wish someone be kind enough to prop me up. Might as well place them in a reasonable position: at least until they get up. Hopefully they'll wake soon. I should really call the cops. Wow, why didn't I think of that sooner? Hahaha. Ah. Great the line is dead. Great. My phone's not getting any signal. Aye. For the LOVE! Crisis here!

As Spain stumbles away from the landline near the door and forward to the nations, he begins placing them over their desks in sleeping position. Spain's face grew grim each passing minute.

What could have happened to have knocked everyone unconscious? I mean, why didn't it affect me? I'm still conscious. Could it be something in the air…?

Spain takes a deep breathe and didn't feel anything strange. He's fine. "Nothing."

But this catastrophe feels like it has been done by human hands. Who? Better be on my toes and on lookout till everyone comes to.

Spain walks over to Italy who fell into a trash can. Spain brings Italy back to his seat piggy back style. "Seriously Italy, you're starting to gain some weight. It wasn't too too long ago since I gave you and Romano a piggy back ride? Remember? And oh remember when…" Spain said smiling then stopping sadly. Spain had been half expecting him to say something, half not. Everyone is asleep. And that include everyone. It's not like if you piggy back someone that magically do something or whatnot. So Spain laid Italy next to Denmark. Brushing Italy's strayaway's hair off of Italy's face made Spain's arms begin to tremble with anger as he said, "This person…or this group…to go this far…damn them."

The adrenaline started to disappear with each positioning of another nation. Jolts of reality knocked with each glance of his pal's sleeping faces. Silence echoed as tears roll down Spain's eyes. Keeping in tune with the silence, he steadily kept going to each nearby nation and propping them up. Who knows how much time passed when Spain had just about picked up everyone off the ground and back to a snuggly position. At least, no one would be waking up with a stiff neck. They were all family as strange as that thought sounded to him. Lastly, Spain was picking up Germany when his ears perked up. Silence no more as a tap tapping noise echoed more and more.

"Footsteps?"

They echo in the hallway, clear as a heartbeat grew louder and louder. Spain kept looking at the doorway even with Germany in his hands. Quickly placing Germany against the chalkboard gave time, even if a minute, for him to figure out what to make of this. Tensing up, after one look at Germany, Spain wished he had Germany's fighting power.

Already doubting. Not very optimistic Spain! I'm just as strong as Germany is!

He kind of didn't know what exactly to do next. His attempt to cheer himself up didn't work. So Spain thought, Okay…Rationalize! Judging from the sound, its one person. But everyone is here. Whomever, he or she is, they are not a nation that much I know. What does this person want though? Maybe he or she is … friendly?

Spain mutters to himself, "Yeah. It can't the perpetrator. Who would be stupid enough to do that? Or smart enough? Pfffffff. It could just be the maid! Or-or the cleaning service on their daily routine. YEAH! Yeah!"

Spain nods to himself in agreement, crossing his arms. Spain was about to call out to whoever it was when he immediately shook his head. No, no, no, no, no! It can't be that. Everyone just experienced a crisis! Well, they are not awake to experience it. I'M experiencing the crisis cause I'm the only one able to fucking do any experiencing! AHHH! Snap out of it. Focus! Focus.

Spain squashes his face with both hands and gives himself some mini slaps. Spain then stares intensely at the entrance. So intently that if his eyes could shoot laser beams, the door would already be having a mother of a fire. This could really be it! The person is here.

Spain rushes to the head desk muttering hastily, "There's got to be a weapon around here. America is always pulling out those interesting things from here."

Spain's imaginary bubble expands as his hands keep searching beneath the stacks of paper. Recalling a time long ago, on one occasion America took out a fire truck red Megaphone from the desk to shush everyone's shouting. And that was the first time Spain began his "What will America pull out this time notepad." Exclusively for keeping track of what America magically pulls out randomly for each meeting.

~Flashback~

"Everyone please, PLEASE! If you would all just calm down. Everyone, everyone please. Errr…EVERYONE. Okay. SHUT UP! Wait is this thing on? Testing…oh this outta do! OH MY GAWD! THE CHANDILEER IS GONNA DROP AND EVERYONE IS GONNA DIE! EVERYBODY STOP AND STOP, DROP, AND ROLL! " Everyone stopped arguing and some nations let each others collars go as they gasped. A few actually dropped and rolled as others shriek. Their reactions of survival are apparently still strong. All frantically looked at the Chandelier then at America.

The chandelier as beautiful as it is was still just beautiful and hanging there. America feeling suddenly flustered by the quick attention and obedience, forces him to give his 100 watt smile as he convincingly joked, "You all actually believed me! Just. Kidding. Hahahaha!"

On that Day, America got the coldest of glares from everyone. I even gave him an eyeful but it seemed like it slid off him as if it were the breeze. As everyone was leaving, I saw him passed the corner of the hallway heading towards the roof. What he did was still pretty mean even if it was a joke and still a piece of my mind needed to be given him. Maybe I should scare him like Romano does to me sometimes! Or so I thought. I noticed him awkwardly glancing back a lot. Hiding myself behind the palm tree, I peeped again to make sure it was clear to proceed only to find him leaning against the wall like a wilted flower. And I'm pretty sure about this: but I heard him crying. He whispered to himself, "But I just wanted everyone to stop…" After that, I left without bothering him. Even went out for a drink cause that was some depressing shit.

"Wow, I almost forgot that part too. Not even the Mac Daddy tamale and drink cheered me up. That was a downer. Though, that was a pretty neat. The way he got our attention. Though I literally jumped and crashed backwards into Russia. Hahahaha, my god.

Spain pointing at an imaginary bunny in his thought bubble then hops out onto real life Russia's knocked out head.

~And Flashback Bunny brings Spain to present reality ~

"And oh yeah! The time when America took out a clear water gun to squirt everyone and I saw Germany literally reach for his very real gun! Germany was about to pull it out when he realized that America's gun was just a toy. Germany blushed, looked around quickly, and slipped it secretly back before anyone could notice. I remember forgetting to breathe when I saw that and letting out that needed breath of relief. I must have said, "America, tu eres estupido" and "aye mi corazon," like 50 times. Sheesh. Those days were quite something.

Spain still in daydream mode remembers a bunch of other things like a hamburger, a soft drink, cupcakes, and when America got so tired of everyone fighting and that he pulled out a pillow and legit fell asleep. The fighting that day was so out of control that only his booming snores echoing on the megaphone stopped everyone!

I mean, what doesn't America have in this desk. It has to have magic in order for all those odd things to come out.

Spain took a breath anticipating all these would be objects that would appear in front of him once he reached the back of the desk. He pushes a secret button on the right upper corner button and a secret compartment clicks open. Yet, none of those amazing things are before him. Just a measly pen with gold stars and red/blue glitter painted all over it. He holds it in front of his deadpan eyes.

"Seriously. This is all that is in there! And purple lint? Where the hell is all the cool stuff? What I need is a weapon dammit!"

"Yeah, that is a pretty lame weapon, you got there."

Translation for the spanish words used:

Tu eres stupido. - You're stupid.

Aye mi corazon. - Oh! My heart.

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