"...Yeah, can I have all your hash-browns?"

"Excuse me?"

"All of them, could you put them in a big bag, like a trash bag." You reply.

You were currently in the McDonald's drive through. Why? Because you were in such a rush this morning to run out of the house.

No not because something good was happening today. Because you had got a threatening letter. Ok, it wasn't that threatening, but enough to make you forget breakfast.

--(flashback to this morning)--

There was a package laying on your kitchen table. You walk over to it.

"What is this? And how did it get in your house?!" You ask yourself.

You picked up the letter laying on top and open it up. You read the letter.

'April Fools!
Morning _____, today is April first! And considering that I thought a clever trick would be to get you and a few other nations come down to the plaza dressed in the clothing I have provided. And if you should refuse, the picture included will be shown to everyone in the world. Hope to see you there _____.'

Inclosed was also a photo of you sleeping upside down on the couch. In an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and A bunny slipper on your left foot. Your mouth was hanging open and there could possibly be drool running down your face.

--(back to present time)--

Henceforth you've been wearing the small cheerleading uniform, in your flag's colors, which happen to be red white and blue, like many other nations, including your crush America.

And this stupid outfit has been making your tummy and legs cold since you put it on.

"Sorry ma'am... We can't do that..."

"Oh, alright I'll just take 5 then."

-(mini timeskip)-
☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Soon you arrive at the plaza with a hash-brown in your right hand and the Micky-D's bag in your left ((it's the (whatever you want) parade!))

As you take a bite of your browned snack, you hear your name being called. "_____! Is that you?!" You turn around to see Switzerland in bunny ears, waiter's apron, shirt collar, with a black bow. And in his gloved hands were an assault rifle.

"Vash, what are you doing here?! Did you get a letter too?"

He nods "Y-yeah, I was looking for Roderick. Have you seen him?"

"No, I haven't, why are you looking for him?"

"I'm pretty sure he's the only one who could have gotten a picture of me like that." He grips the gun a little tighter.

You've been friends with Vash for a while now and knew that he an Austria don't get along too well but, you were pretty sure he wouldn't of plotted something like this...Maybe Hungary... But not Austria.

"I don't think Austria is one to pull something like this off, especially this since it involves so many people."

The Swiss man pressed his lips together in thought. "Maybe..." He said slowly. "Well, who else have you seen?"

"No one, yet." You say taking another bite of your hash-brown "lets just look for the others, my letter said other nations would be here."

~

You and Switzerland walk around the plaza and by the time you found the others you had already eaten half of your breakfast.

You could see Britain interrogating a tied up ...little France? And China and America standing close by.

God that American body! How could he just stand there being so sexy!? As you were indulging in your thoughts of Alfred, you practically missed Switzerland calling out to you. "_____ do you hear me?!" He asks almost irritated.

"Huh? S-sorry." He rolls his eyes. "You were fantasizing about Alfred again weren't you?"

"W-what? No!"

"Then why did you have that far away look in your eye, and drooling all over that stupid hash-brown."

You blush profusely before biting into the potato snack, eating the evidence of you drooling.

"_____, Vash, is that you?" China calls out. "Yeah." You call out before the two of you make your way over to them.

"Hey! _____ is that McDonald's?!" Your crush shouts. You look down at the bag still in your hand. "Yeaah~ I bought some hash-browns on the waAAA-" you didn't even have a chance to finish your sentence before Alfred was on his knees holding onto your hips begging for his favorite fast food. "Can I have one?! Please please please!"

"*ah*-" You were blushing like a mad man. "S-sure-" you managed to push out of your throat.

He flashed a cheeky smile and took a bite out of the half eaten one in your hand before snatching the bag from your hand, and standing next to you. Your brain was having a hard time processing what the hell just happened. When a certain French man spoke up.

"_____! Save meeeeee~!" The little France whines. You look at Arthur who was in a pink nurse dress. "What exactly is going on?" You ask him utterly confused.

"We think that the wild pervert here is the one who took all those photos and set all this up." England points his wand accusingly at the French man. "Non! It waz'nt me!" "Liar! You will talk!" The Brit retorts.

"I can get him to talk." Switzerland said. Before pointing his rifle at the bound Francis. "VASH, calm down!"

"PIERRE!!!" France shouts. Just then France's little white bird flies out from the heavens and slices clean through the rope, freeing the French man.

And before anything else could be done he runs off down the path.

Your Swiss friend looks a bit frustrated. "You allies still haven't changed after all this time, still fighting among yourselves like children." He huffs. At that Russia's head pops up from a man hole and proceeds to laugh.

"Alright guys, I guess we better take into consideration that France could actually be telling the truth." You sigh.

Arthur responds by crossing his arms and giving a 'humf'. "Well, who else could it be?" China asks.

"Who else is here besides us?" You ask. "Hong Kong, Japan, Germany, Prussia, Korea-"

"Korea! That's who we'll go and see first!" You exclaim clasping your hands together. "Or it could be Prussia." China states.

"Alright, _____, Vash, and me, will go see Korea. And Yao, Iggy, and, Ivan will go find Prussia." America decides flashing his heroic smile.

And with that you part ways.

While looking for Im Yong Soo, you and Alfred chatter away while Vash just searches with his irritated looking expression.

"Hey, Korea!" Switzerland calls out once he spotted him. "Oh 안녕하세요 Switzerland!" Korea yells running towards him, then colliding into his chest."Da-ze!"

"Hey! Get off of me!" Vash yells grows red in the face, and pushing Yong Soo back with the butt of his gun.

((A/N: Vash's blushing face is just sooooo adorable! （≧∇≦）))

You and Alfred just try not to snicker at the hilarious sight.

"Oh, hi _____!" Korea says stretching out his grabby hands. But before they could land on your chest, America wraps his arms around your torso drawing you into a protective hug.

You blushed as red as a tomato ((what did you expect? Lol?)) when you realized your chest was pressed against his, as he gave the Korean a death glare.

"Korea, we came to talk to you." Vash said flatly.

"Yes, now what did you need from me?" He says rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Are you the one who set up this prank?!" You ask.

"Pranks may have originated in Korea, but this prank is not from me." He says "But I am here to find out who did make this one." You ruffle your brow. "Maybe it was the Prussian after all." You state looking at your Swiss friend.

At that moment a swarm of people came running by with the little France held hostage. "Hey, we should probably follow them!" America shouted.

---

After following them for awhile they drop the tiny Francis off with China. Oh yeah, Yao tends to do that...

"So you guys it wasn't Prussia. But he did say that with his letter he was led to believe that France was indeed the culprit."

You looked to France crossing your arms. "And I gave you the benefit of the doubt!" He looked down. "Now what?" America asked.

"France! Give us back our bloody pictures!" Arthur shouts.

"Non! Not unless you find ze other person who planned this with me! I was 'opping you would find 'im first."

"Who would of possibly teamed up with you for such a idiotic plan?!" Britain questioned rolling his eyes.

"Actually amigo, he teamed up with me. Though he was supposed to get everyone here with his popularity, not with blackmail..." Spain said walking out from some of the greenery.

France whines.

"T-then what was the point of all of us dressing up and coming out here today aru?"

"I thought it would be a great way to bond! To dress up with all of our friends! Plus it's great that you're wearing funnier outfits then me!" He laughed.

"I don't find it all that funny." You told him.

"zen you won't be getting your picture back." France deadpanned.

"What?!" You practically scream.

"If you untie me, I will give back all of ze pictures."

With that Britain begrudgingly released France from the ropes holding him. And returned all of your pictures except for yours.

"France, my picture."

"Non." He simply stated.

"FRANCE!" You yell.

"Belle, zis 'as gone on for too long."

"What are you talking about?! If you're talking about giving back my picture then definitely, hand it over!"

He shook his head. "Non not zat. Your little crush."

Oh no! He knew! And Alfred was still standing next to you! You could feel the blood drain from your face.

"You have to confess to get the photo back." Spain smiled.

Wait he knew too!!!

"I... I-I can't, guys. No!"

"Vash, can you 'elp out?"

Vash rolled his eyes, before lifting his gun and pointing at you.

"V-Vash! What no!"

"I'm kinda sick of you spacing out and daydreaming about him. Just tell him already!"

"U-uh..."

Vash nodded to you curtly.

You turn to Alfred to see his shocked face.

"A-Al, I... iloveyou!"

"Y-you do?" He stuttered dumbfounded.

"Nowhandovermypicture!" You shouted to the Frenchman.

Francis smirked before tossing the picture to America.

"WWWAAAAH!?" You screamed as his hands stumbles to hold the picture. Then his face turns bright red before slapping his hand over his mouth.

You snatch the photo back as fast as you can.

"It, it isn't that hot, I mean BAD!" *facepalm* "I mean bad, it IS hot, but UH, no I mean... crap!" Alfred struggles.

"It... It's, ok." You whisper.

He looks back at you. "Ok, by the way, ireallyloveyoutoo!" He says remembering your confession earlier.

Your smile slowly widens, before you glomp him and plant kisses all over his face.

"_____, what about the others They'er looking..." You look around to not see a soul. And turn around to look at him with a smirk.

"Looks like we're alone now." You say before leaning in for a kiss.

((A/N not really sure about this one... But I've been writing waaaay tooooooo much America lately. Please go and check out my other stories!))