Yep, i'm not even going to make any more promises about chapter updating on a schedule anymore. So I'll start off and say, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave you on this unintended hiatus! I just got caught up in life, and I'm sorry to tell some people that Hetalia isn't my main fandom right now, thus, chapter updates may not be very frequent (But it won't be month- hopefully). I'm now pretty involved in the One Piece fandom right now, so I'll probably be doing some stories for that; already got an idea.

So in a peace offering, I present to you "The Great Coffee Incident", I know you guys were curious!

"We'll all look back to this day and laugh uncomfortably."

The Great Coffee Incident

Ground Zero

Canada rushed over to a policewoman who was agitatedly shouting into a walkie-talkie, "What happened?! I got your call; were's Alfred!"

The officer shouted one more clipped sentence into the device before clipping it onto her belt. She raised her eyes to the frantic Canadian, "Alfred F. Jones- he's your brother?"

"Yes!" Canada frantically nodded, "Is he okay?"

The policewoman let out a drawn out sigh, one that spoke volumes about her frustration with the situation, "He's fine, but the park is another story altogether."

She was right, it looked like a hurricane had blown through. Giant lengths of grass were torn up, park benches were tipped over, trash spilled out of bins, and then there was the more artistic damage. Crude pictures and sentences painted in many colors onto any surface. String, streamers, and multi-colored cloth tied and tangled throughout trees and one-another.

Oh, Canada could only guess who was responsible for this.

The policewoman- Cathy, her name tag said- led him over to a bench were what looked like a doctor was looking over a tired-looking America.

The exhausted-looking doctor looked up from where he was taking America's pulse when he heard his approach, "He'll be alright, but he's going to have to sleep this off for a long time. He's about to drop, so you better ask your questions now."

Cathy looked America right in the eyes and said, "Ok, now what happened?"

America just laughed weakly and rubbed at his eyes, "Well, it went a little something like this."

Two hours Earlier

"I'm so," America yawned, "Tired."

He yawned again and rubbed at his eye, he hadn't slept in forever. The night before, he had to work through the night to finish some important paperwork for...for...for something that must of been important. Then, right as the exhausted country was about to go to sleep sometime around the morning, his brother had shown up; and he couldn't just turn down a chance to spend some time with his brother, right?

Well, it turned out that that quality time had lasted all day and throughout the night. Canada had just crashed around an hour ago, and honestly, that's all what he wanted too. However, his internal body clock refused to let him sleep in the middle of the day, making him wish he had Greece's sleeping powers.

In the end, he just took an ice-cold shower and went for a walk, looking for any way to keep himself awake until the night.

He saw a sign by a little vendor cart on the side of the road, advertising "Trixie's NEW Triple Chocolate Espresso", and, well, if that couldn't keep him awake, nothing could.

Five minutes, after one of the most caffeinated beverages to ever curse the Earth, America labeled the drink as a bust and trudged on tiredly.

One Hour Earlier

America shot straight off the park bench he had been slumped on. He felt...really good.

Like he had just ran a mile then devoured an entire candy store.

With a huge grin on his face, the hyper nation ran around the park, screaming, knocking over things, and generally freaking everyone out.

It only went downhill when he found a kid's craft group...

Ground Zero- Present

"...and then I collapsed and you guys showed up."

America finished his tale with a tired grin, "Can I go home now, I'm super tired?"

Cathy just looked between the two nations with squinted eyes, then she sighed once more, "Yeah, we'll just mail you the fine later. We're also going to have to stop this "Trixie's" place from selling any more of those drinks. If people react the same way you do we won't have any city left soon."

Canada shot her a thankful grin and helped his brother stand. As they were staggering off, America looked at Canada seriously, "We shall never speak of this again."

Canada nodded." Of course, and if I may make a suggestion for the code name..."

It may not be as grand as some of you might of hoped, but i'm personally just glad to be out of my rut and have something to give to you guys.

I'll try and update faster, but like I said, I'm not promising anything right now. I have way to many other stories I want to get started on.