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Chapter Five

Canada sighed. "We're down to 15." Britain yelped. "What?" Italy shook his head. "Well, this is it. Pasta for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." He started to sob. "I've worked so hard! And now I'm going to spend the rest of my days sleeping and running away from Britain!?" He sat in the corner, wailing. Russia came up behind him. "Don't think of it as a bad thing…"

Germany joined them. "I'm sorry, Germany. I realized it must hard for both of us." Italy looked up at him. "Really? You don't think I'm weak now?" Germany shook his head. "You're my protector in any form. Even if you're shrinking. Look at it this way, maybe I'll be able to protect you sometimes. But now's not the time to be arguing. We should working together right now. We are best friends after all."

Italy stood. "You're right. Please forgive me, Italy." Germany nodded. "Ve! Here's a little gift to make you feel better." He handed him a plate of spaghetti. Italy smiled. "Spaghetti…I…" He gritted his teeth. "DON'T WANT IT, YOU MORON!" He started to choke Germany again. "Japan! Help me!" Russia shook his head in disapproval. "How can you be so clueless?" Germany struggled and gasped. "I was…only trying…to help!"

Hungary nodded. "I think I got this…almost there, fellows." Prussia danced around the room. "Go! Go! Be awesome!" America watched in discomfort. He's too good at that.

France swallowed. "Hurry! We've got five minutes left!" Canada gasped. No one paid him any mind. "Guys…" Everyone looked at him. He cowered. "Never mind…" They all groaned in irritation.

China attempted to pull at his clothes. "That's it! I have to change!" France smacked him in the face. "Touch my clothes again, and I'll kill you!" China growled. "You scoundrel!" He shouted.

Britain ran around the room, waving his hands. "AHHH! Make it stop! Get out of my head!" America followed him. "Don't hurt them!" Britain tripped and fell into Austria, who was playing fiercely on the piano. They crashed to the ground. "What did I say about running indoors? Would you me to scold you?" America and Britain exchanged glances. Aren't you doing that right now? They thought in unison.

Canada ran up to Hungary. "Hungary, we only have one minute left!" The lady waved him away. "Yeah, yeah…" Canada raced toward Germany, Russia, and Italy. Italy was smacking Germany in the head. "I will have your head!"

Canada pointed to his watch. "Less than a minute!" None of them even looked at him. Canada groaned and hurried toward France and China. They were still wrestling each other. Canada waved his arms. "Not even thirty seconds left!" The two continued to argue.

Japan coughed. "We have twenty-five seconds left. We might want to start preparing for the worst." Everyone stopped what they were doing. "WHAT!?" They shouted together. Britain grabbed Canada. "Damn it, Canada. I thought you were keeping up with the time!" Canada pushed him back. "Well, it's hard to do that when everyone's acting like animals!" He retorted aggressively. Britain narrowed his eyes. "How about you say that to my face, Pancakes?"

Hungary stood up. "Guys! I figured it out!" Everyone mustered around her. Russia smiled. "I can't wait to be my old self again. Not that this body has any bad about it." Switzerland busted into the room. "Knock it off, Japan!" Russia jumped.