You were snuggled up in you nice warm bed. You were just drifting out of your slumber, but hadn't opened your eyes yet.

That's when you realized something, was off.

"What is this?" "Probably another prank."

Two voices whispered from your bedside.

Your heart started racing, yet you kept still, eyes still closed.

A warm breeze blew past your face. Sending along a whiff of freshly cut grass.

Oh no.

You knew exactly what was going on.

You opened your eyes, and looked around.

"Oh my god."

It was the first of April, April fools day. And someone thought it'd be funny to move your whole bed, with you in it, to the plaza.

You tried to brush back your bed head with your hands, this only worked a little.

You looked over to the two people who were standing at the foot of your bed. Then your jaw dropped.

There stood Cyprus in a short waiter apron a tie and shirt collar, and Egypt in a pink sequined Shendyt and Keffiyeh.

"Uh... Hi." Stelios said giving you a small wave.

"Um, hi? Cyprus... What? Do you know who did this?" You asked still a bit groggy.

"Uh... No?" He says nervously fiddling with his lock of long hair.

You turn your attention towards the Egyptian. "Do you know who put my bed here? I'm guessing you guys have something else going on, judging by your outfits."

Gupta nodded. Then only muttered one word. "France."

"Well-" Stelios started. "We think France is, responsible for all of the pranks, including us, having to wear these."

"You looking for him right now?" You asked.

"Yeah." Egypt replied. "But we haven't found him yet."

You nodded, still a bit sleepy. "Alright let's go."

A little ways down the path,after some explaining on their perdiciment, Cyprus pointed at your pajamas. "When did you start wearing footie pajamas again?"

You glared at him. "I never stopped wearing them... And, why did you ask it like that?"

"I didn't mean to, I just-" Stelios tried to defend, as Gupta gave a small side smirk at his friend's perdicerment.

"Forget about it." You say waving your hand. Cyprus, sometimes tended to say things different aloud, then what he thought he said.

As you continued walking you hadn't seen anyone... Unless someone was actually in that manhole you passed, and thought you saw move. "Hey!" Someone shouted in front of you.

The three of you look up and saw China... In a, rather slimming dress.

"You guys got dragged into this too?!" Yao shouted.

"Yeeeeaah..." Stelios answered somewhat reluctantly.

"I am pretty sure Francis is the one who took my picture and is blackmailIng me." China huffed crossing his arms.

"So do you think France is behind ALL of these pranks?" You ask.

The three boys gave there own head movements of affirmation.

You gave a sigh. "Alright, do you guys want to keep walking towards the park's square?"

"Yeah." They all replied.

"Alright." You replied as you started walking down the path again.

These three weren't much of talkers, and the silence was driving you a bit nuts.

"Sooooooo... How have you been Yao?" Asking the most talkative of the three.

"Oh, I've been good. Shinatty-Chan ate all the food in the fridge last night, again."

You gave a single nod. Why did you think this conversation was going to go anywhere?

Luckily, up ahead you could hear the all too familiar sound of England and France fighting.

The four of you sprint towards the commotion, to see France practically naked, and England in a pink nurse dress, in a fist fight. While america in an apron similar to Cyprus's, Scotland in a kilt, and Taiwan in a short maid's dress.

"Hey France! We want our pictures back!" China abruptly shouts, making you jump.

"Get in line!" England shouts back clearly exasperated.

"I just want to punch him." You said. "I woke up in my bed here! Right in the middle of the path!"

"Be my guest." Arthur said as he presented to you France's face as if it were in a cellphone commercial.

"What? Wait! No, not my beautiful face!" Francis wailed. "_____, I didn't put your bed here. That wasn't me. Please spare my beautiful face!"

You took pity on the Frenchman, well... Mostly, considering you decided to kick him in the gut instead of punching his face. "There you go I didn't punch your face." You told him sarcastically.

You turned around to walk back towards your group. You could force France to carry you bed back once everyone else had there pictures back.

Unfortunately, you saw Australia and his sibling New Zealand standing in swimsuits behind, Cyprus and Egypt. This made you freeze in your tracks. But you had to keep going anyway, because they already saw you walking towards them.

As you reached your now larger group, Jett out reached his hand for a high five. "Nice one _____!" You smiled and returned the high five.

"So are you and Thomas here because of the photos too?" You ask.

"Yeah." He said nodding and rolling his eyes. "So France is the one who pulled all these pranks off?"

"Mmm-hmm" You hummed in response.

Suddenly a high pitched scream emits from where England and France are.

You turn around to see Francis, who is now small and tied up, and Picardy standing behind France, hands up in a defending position, looking like he was trying to explain something. When Spain walks up in his own waiter outfit, and slings an arm around the French Providence. Looking like he was casually explaining using hand motions with his free arm.

That's when Toni reached into Vincent's pocket and pulled out a stack of photos, before throwing them everywhere.

Jett's eyes followed the scattering photographs trying to catch his own with his eyes. Before his lock on to a single picture, and he darts for it telling you. "Don't go anywhere."

You give a small smile, watching him as he and the rest of the nations scramble around trying to grab their own picture.

You saw France, Picardy, and Spain start to run off. "Hey! Wait!" You call. They still needed to return your bed back to your room. Before you could run after them a piece of paper smacked itself onto your face.

You peeled it off and looked at it. It was a picture of Jett sleeping in his Australian weather equip jammies cuddling with a giant plushy shark.

"Jett! I found yours!" You say calling to him.

He scuttled back towards you with a blush dusting his face.

"Thanks _____." He replies bashfully.

"It's kinda cute." You tell him.

He gives you a small smile, when Thomas skips back towards the both of you with his own picture.

"What about your photo?" Thomas asks.

"My prank wasn't involving embarrassing photos, like yours. France dragged my bed into the plaza. And now it looks like he's gone, I was going to make him put it back." You sighed.

"Don't worry. Me and Zea can carry it back." He said flexing his arm muscles. You giggled, then led them back to where you awoke.

But, once you reached the place, someone was already in your bed.

"Greece! Get out of my bed!" You shouted a bit perturbed that he had just decided to take a nap in your bed.

Luckily Turkey heard your shouting and came over and slinged the sleeping nation over his shoulder, before walking away.

"Get on the bed, we'll carry you." Thomas said cheerfully.

You looked at Jett. He nodded.

"Alrighty then!" You said hopping onto the mattress, as the two oceanic siblings carried you home.

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