Hey everyone how's it going. I'm back and ready for another chapter. Things have been going pretty well for me so far, going to college only two days a week, filming short movies with friends (I'm a screenwriter so you won't see me too much), looking for a job and all that awesome stuff. The reason I haven't been writing is not because of all that, I'm just lazy. But here it is I hope you enjoy. Oh and please write comments at the end.

Sounds of screaming echoed throughout the hotel as a child was mercilessly held down and spanked with a riding crop. Said child was begging and pleading for mercy but a certain Swedish man had no intension to do so. A group of countries were standing in the lobby, listening to the horrible wails coming from the men's room.

Being a country has its benefits, seeing the world around them, living in laugh of luxury, and looking out for the thousands of people who inhabit their land. But like everything else in the world, especially for countries, there are some major drawbacks that come with the perks. One of which is the founding of a brand new country.

Countries like America, Canada, Liechtenstein, and all the others knew what it felt like being a kid, especially when it came to punishment. Countries like Romano were not disciplined too well, so they turned out not as well as one would hope. Either that or the Italian was just naturally vulgar, which seems to be more likely since his brother turned out so naturally nice. Plus Spain, though nice, was a pirate at one point, so Romano must of had a spanking at least once.

As the sound of leather striking skin echoed in the lobby all the countries felt the memories of being spanked. Countries like Britain, France, Russia, and Japan were all "disciplined" by ancient nations, like Britania, Gaul, Kieven Rus, and China. Apparently China was real creative with his punishments, as any of the Asian nations will agree.

Some of the countries flinched at each smack, others instinctively reached for their buts to try to cover themselves, remembering very painful instances when they messed up. But all agreed that it was something that had to be done, even if it brought up some not so fun memories.

After what seemed like an hour of non-stop crying a small boy in a sailors uniform walked back into the lobby along with his father.

"God damn this stings! I'm not going to be able to sit down for weeks!"

Peter couldn't help but rub his but in pain, his cheeks more red then one of Lovino infamous tomatoes and stung worse than Arthur using his cane on him. Tino knelt down to his son so he was face to face.

"Now Peter what have we learned?"

The poor micro nation could barely look up at his mother. Instead he stared at the floor ashamed of his actions. His eyes still red from all the crying moments before.

"T-to n-n-never t-try u-use magic again.

Tino nodded

"And what else?"

"T-to n-never l-lie a-about m-my mistakes again."

Tino smiled and pulled his son in a warm hug.

"Good Peter. I'm glad you understand. But your still grounded when you get home."

As much as that would be adding insult to injury for his punishment, it was easier to just accept it then make more trouble. But there was something that was bothering him, he wanted to say it but he wasn't sure if it would be right to ask.

"I'll ask later. When I can feel my ass again."

Apparently the world was out to make the little boys life more miserable because at that moment a small fart escaped. Peter could only silently hold back a few tears as it happened.

"Oh come on!"

Berwald took that moment to walk back to his German cousin, who at the moment was talking to his Italian friend.

"Thank you for letting me use this Ludwig. I needed to teach Peter the difference between right and wrong."

The German turned to his Swedish relative and took his crop back, ignoring Feliciano ramblings about pasta.

" Not at all Berwald. I hope your boy now knows the consequences of his actions and that this will never happen again."

Berwald stared at his son from the corner of his eyes. He felt guilty for making his boy cry like that but he needed to know discipline. The boy should be lucky that he didn't have to put up the punishment that he did when he was a boy. Germania was ruthless when it came to disciplining his children.

"Don't worry, it won't."

"Ve~ Germany are we going to have pasta?

Feliciano's face always seemed to light up the room, his happy personality always seemed to get on everyone's good side no matter who they were. That and the fact Feliciano was "good friends" with a certain angry German. Italy looked around to see what the two men were staring at.

"Germany I thought we didn't use that unless it was just the two of us."

Apparently god wasn't very happy with things up in heaven so he decided to life miserable for the people on earth. Ludwig's deadpanned at his friends comment; you would think what happens in the bedroom would stay in the bedroom. But nope, not if your an Italian. He could practically feel everyone stare on him and whispering behind his back.

"W-why Italy, I don't know what you mean. Come on lets go get you some pasta."

"Pasta~"

Feliciano skipped off toward the cafeteria singing about how great pasta was while Ludwig followed him, head down in shame. Completely forgetting their previous conversation, the other nations started imagining what things exactly went on between those two. Thankfully Romano was still unconscious or they'd have an even bigger problem.

"Well that was...interesting"

Countries like Yao, being as old as he was, had seen many strange things. Mainly when it concerned Im Young Soo but overall nothing surprised the Chinese man. Hearing Italy's comment about the riding crop was a little bit unsettling. The only who wasn't surprised by this was Kiku, whether that was because he already knew about it or because he rarely displayed emotion no one could tell.

"Kiku, I'm guessing by your lack of expression that you already knew about this?"

The Japanese man, who had been starring off into space, turned his attention to his "older brother."

"Yes, I already knew about Mr. Germany's relationship with Italy."

Now it wasn't surprising that Kiku knew about both his friends "activities". After all, they had known each other since the second world war so naturally he would have found out. What was surprising, was Kiku pulling out a camera and showing everyone pictures of what they did. Once again, thank god Lovino was knocked out.

Berwald went over to Kiku and asked him for something. It was too soft for anyone to hear but Japan nodded and handed pulled out a notepad from his pocket.

"Alright, Mr. Sweden how many do you want?"

"What!?"

Peter couldn't believe what he just heard. His own father was buying sex pictures of his cousin and his Italian lover from Japanese man in a hotel lobby. Turing to Tino he saw that his "mother" looked just as horrified as he did.

"I would like that one, and that one, and that one, and these four, and those two, and that one."

"Is he really talking about this!?"

Berwald had been flipping through the pictures on the camera and pointing to the ones he wanted while Kiku was writing down the cost of each picture.

"Very well Mr. Sweden, now if you could please give me your email address I'll send you the pictures along with the bill."

"Oh. My. God."

Berwald took the notepad Kiku had and wrote down his email. Looking around the room, nobody was paying attention, aside from Peter and Tino, who were still disturbed about the whole thing.

"Thank you. When can I expect them?"

Berwald seemed almost excited. It was like a little kid who's mother promised to give him a cookie if he behaved well enough. Not that it was easy to tell considering the Swedes face was always stoic but it was simple enough when you knew where to look.

"In a few hours, I can't use any computer other than my laptop to send the pictures. It would be most inappropriate if anybody saw."

"Oh yeah and talking about it in front of a kid is sooo much better."

It was moments like this that he would have preferred not knowing...ever. Now things were going to get a lot more awkward from now on. Thankfully everybody else in the lobby was still talking about Ludwig to listen to what Berwald was doing. Raivis would never let him live this down if he knew.

"Peter.."

Tino spoke to his son.

"Why don't you go to the hotel room while me and the rest of the grownups try to figure out how to get out of the little mess."

Now he couldn't help but feel bad. Here he was sitting out on the sidelines while his family had to fix his mistake. He couldn't just sit back and let them do that while he did nothing. If he was going to be a real country then he had to stop relying on others. Even if it meant him getting in more trouble he had to find a way to fix this. But he couldn't do this alone, he was going to need some help and there was only one person that was dumb enough to help him.

Said stupid person was cowering under a table, hiding from his two brothers and now upset boss. If there was any consolation in this predicament, it was that his role was kept a secret. Hopefully his little sailor friend would keep it that way.

"Hey Raivis"

"Holy shit!" Raivis jumped up, hitting his head underneath the table as he did.

"Peter? What the he-"

Raivis didn't get a chance to finish before his friends hand covered his mouth

"Shhhh, do you want get caught?"

"Well no I...wait what the hell do I care?"

"Because Ivan's in the lobby torturing your brothers."

If looks could speak then Raivis would be saying "and why should I care?" Having been used to his boss's abuse Raivis would take any opening he could get so long as he could get away with it.

"Because unless you want him to find you then you need to keep quite."

Raivis paled at the thought. With him not around to pick on, Ivan would focus his wrath on Eduard and Torris who would then get angry at him and make sure he would suffer later on, usually by tying him up and making Feliks give him a makeover but still. He figured it best to just whisper and play along then risk the chance.

"Alright Peter you win, now what do you want?"

"Well I kinda feel bad for everything that been going on. All I wanted to do was be a country, ya know? So people would actually treat as more than just some kid that sneaks in to play pretend. I didn't want to hurt anyone."

Raivis deadpanned at his friends realization. It was quite obvious that this idea was going to blow up in his face from the start but to get all the female country's angry at the same time? That just creates a whole new level of stupid.

"Well it is your fault after all." Raivis replied as a matter of factly

"Well it's not like your innocent either Raivis, I mean you're supposed to be older than me and you still let me get away with it. I wonder what everyone will think when they find out. I'm sure Ivan will be happy to know." Peter threatened.

Now Raivis was in trouble, he knew that Ivan would be especially angry with him for having to deal with his, now even more psychotic sisters, and everyone in the lobby as well. At least Peter had his parents to cover for him, Raivis barely had his brothers to help.

"Ok fine Peter I get it. Now what do you need?"

Raivis already knew what his friend wanted but there was always that small sliver of hope that Peter would ask him something easy and not life threatening.

"I need your help in fixing this."

"Of course you do." Raivis sighed.

Oh well, at least there was hope for a moment. After all things rarely went well for him, whether it was dealing with his brothers or Peter, things didn't usually go his way.

"You got a plan this time? One that doesn't involve a horde of evil women trying to eat our sweet meats"

"Yes senior smart ass I got a plan. What the hell is a sweet meat?" Peter said tilting his head in confusion.

"Nothing, never mind." Raivis rolled his eyes.

There was no point in explaining what sweet meats were since it was something that Peter would figure out later, plus it wasn't something that he wanted to say since it might give away their hiding spot. The boy seemed to be in deep thought, no doubt wondering what sweet meats were but then shook his head to focus on what he needed to say.

"Forget about that, I need to come up with a plan to fix this."

There was a fire in Peter's eyes that roared with confidence and dedication. It came as a shock to Raivis seeing his friend like this. His friend that only a few hours ago caused enough carnage to make him scared of women for the rest of his life. But if there was ever a chance to fix this then this would be the opportunity to try. Plus by some small chance Peter would tell everyone about his involvement, he would be forgiven for having fixed it. Even Ivan would take it would take it easy on him, at least for the next punishment.

" Alright so here's what's going to happen. First we-"

CRACK

At that strangely convenient moment the door to the lobby burst open with a very smelly Francis walking through the door.

"Damn Francis I know your people have a problem with bathing but you don't have to kill us." said Mathias

Everybody knew the Dane could be insensitive at times, not as bad as Alfred but still. Bur for once Lukas, the man who would normally hit him for being...well...him, didn't have a reason to assault his friend.

SMACK

The noise of a hand hitting the back of someone's head gathered nobody's attention except for the Danish man on the receiving end.

"Ow! What the hell Norge! Why did you hit me?"

"Cause I felt like it" replied the Norwegian man.

Just because Lukas didn't have a good reason to hit Mathias didn't necessarily mean that he was safe. But to be fair if nobody smacked Mathias every once in awhile then everyone would be suffering the several years of Denmark. Plus, it was that kind of thing that was expected by everyone and it would just feel weird if it didn't happen.

"How dare you! I'll have you know that my people take very good care of themselves. We are a country of love and beauty, not disgusting pigs. That title is reserved for the Americans and that black sheep of Europe." said Francis.

Now it wasn't for that horrible smell of Alfred's fart emanating from all the men entering the lobby then maybe someone would care of believing him. But then again nobody cared about Francis.

"Oh shut up you bloody frog! Don't be angry just because it's true."

"Oh god what the hell died in here!"

Romano suddenly woke up from his deep sleep only to smell the putrid odor that had emanated from Alfred's ass. His normally red angry face was slowly starting to turn green.

"What the hell do you all smell you rotten bastards. Do you know what soap is? Jesus Christ learn to bathe."

"It's not our fault Alfred is a fat smelly glutton."

"Hey!"

"Oh shut up Alfred."

Arthur was standing a few feet away from the rest of the smelly men because he was the one who got it full blast. How he was going to recover from this the world may never know.

"What does the fat burger bastard have to do with this?" said Romano

"What the hell! I'm right here" Alfred yelled, flailing his arms like a retarded monkey trying to get attention.

"He farted and coated us with...well...Alfred farts." Arthur deadpanned

"May heaven have mercy on you and me." said Romano who was holding his nose along with the other not so smelly nations.

"Anyways now that we got that out of the way I think it's time to get down t business. First we shou-

"Hey where did that Swiss guy go? You know the one who's always threatening us with his peace prize." Mathias stated, while plugging his nose with some tissues he stole from an old women's purse.

The rest of the normal people vacated to the upper floors or another room after the other nations walked through the door. I was like they immediately smelled death and decided to get away. Funny how most of them left their stuff lying about the place. Free stuff is the best stuff.

"Um... well...you see..we... Sadiq was trying to explain plainly what happened and why the group was one Switzerland short.

"We used him as a meat shield so we could get away." stated Austria was now sporting a bloodied nose, curtsey of America.

"That's horrible!" yelled Finland

"Well to be honest it was either letting his sister rape him or getting beaten. I'm pretty sure he's fine. Oh and Lars, your sister found some "interesting substances" in your bag." said Arthur.

The Dutch man, who had been in the corner smoking a pipe suddenly turned his attention to Arthur.

"It's not mine, I was holding it for a friend, my sister is a liar, it was oregano I was planning to sell to Romano, you can't prove anything!" yelled the now paranoid Lars.

"Ok first, that's a load of bullocks and you know it. Second, she grabbed it from your bag. Third, I don't care in fact I don't think anybody cares. We've all done it at one point in time."

Everyone stared at Arthur in shock. Who knew the snobby stuck up man would even think about smoking pot?

"What? My people invented punk rock for crying out loud. Haven't anyone ever head of Ozzy or the Beatles? The drugs they did was enough to make anyone go crazy."

"I do! They rock!" laughed Alfred.

Arthur smiled proudly knowing that his music was so well known in America but then turned to a serious glare.

"Remind me to hurt you when this is all over Alfred, you'll be getting my cleaning bill once I finally get the stench off."

"Mine too!"

"And me."

" Ours too!"

" Don't forget me mon amie"

" You suck Alfred."

It seemed like everyone was going to make Alfred pay for this and in more way then one. The only reason why he wasn't mauled to death was because everyone agreed he would be needed to fend off the females when the time came. Of course they would use him as a meat shield but it's the thought that counts.

" Anyways we need to figure out what we're going to do with the ladies back at the conference building, we can't exactly leave them there."

"I disagree" said the still calm and creepy Ivan. Who says we can't figure out a way to do this without leaving. I mean if it's magic then we can just say here and do it rather than go outside da?"

"You just don't want to go outside to face Natalia."

"Your point?"

"Ivan your twice your size and could break her worse than the Baltic's, I don't see the big deal."

Russia stared at Arthur as if he grew a second head.

"You do realize that this is my sister we're talking about right? The one we call the Natalia-man and stay away from like it's your cooking."

"Ok I'm confused, how can Arthur fix this without us going over there?" said Torris. Everybody knew of Arthur magic but unfortunately is was nothing good. All his "spells" either didn't work or completely backfired.

"Well Arthur has at more than one occasion summoned me to his home. And when I mean summoned I mean he teleported me from my house to his. My head anyways."

"That actually makes a lot of sense." said Torris, remembering a time when he walked into Ivan's office and saw him dangling from the ceiling, head missing. He chalked it up to Raivis undercooking the food earlier that day and making him hallucinate but now it all started to make sense.

"People we're getting off topic here, we need to start talking about a plan. Luckily I was able to come up with one on our way over here while I was gagging on ass fumes but feel free to contribute at anytime."

Alfred knew that Arthur was never going to make him lives this down, along with the other nations. He felt the major urge to pull out a burger but unfortunately he was forced to leave it along with his other stuff.

"Ok here's the plan."

As Arthur explained the complicated plan to everyone Peter took the chance to sneak close and listen to everything. Thankfully it was simple because Alfred kept asking to slow down and start over. In the end he was just a decoy but Arthur somehow convinced him it was the most heroic thing to do so naturally he was happy to do it.

Peter took the chance to sneak back over Raivis, already having a plan of his own on how to fix this. He was not going to be known as the boy who completely ruined everything. He was going to fix this even if it killed him. Him or Raivis...hopefully mainly Raivis.

Yay! I'm done. I am so freakin proud of myself. Just one more chapter and I can start on my new story and don't worry this one will not take long. I already started writing the story detail on not just one but three other stories! Please just bear with me and forgive me for my laziness. Oh and please give me reviews. I NEED COMMENTS AND REVIEWS. Seriously people I ask this because I need feedback, not just because it's expected in most fanfictions. Is it funny? Does it suck? Should I keep writing? Should I stop talking at this point? So please review and comment and do whatever, the first person will get a cookie in the mail or more than likely have their own ideas put into the next story. That's it for now. Peace!