(I put him in a different outfit since a lot of the others are going to be wearing the aprons. Also I'm sorry that this one is a little shorter.)

At this precise moment in time you were walking down the path of the plaza dressed in a fairy costume, it wasn't horribly showy, but it did show more then what you'd like.

But if you felt unsuited wearing it, then why were you?

The answer was simple, if you wore this down to the plaza wearing said costume, then the most embarrassing photo of you would stay a secret, meaning that no one would ever see it.

However did they get a picture of you sleeping, well actually more or less passed out after getting completely smashed at one of Denmark's parties. God! You were in your crush's bed and there he was curled up beside you. You figured he was trying to be all protective since you were 'defenseless' at said party.

Whom was your crush exactly? Your long time friend Norway, otherwise known as Lukas Bondevik. Goodness what would he do if he knew someone had taken that picture of the two of you!? And you knew certain countries would blow it out of proportion, this only made you more determined to keep this on the down low!

At this point you were practically wandering around the park. Why hadn't that dumb letter been more specific!?

That's when, you bumped into someone's chest, your eyes traveled upward to see Netherlands. He himself was only clad in a mini waiter apron, and his scarf. What why?

"Tim!? What are you doing here, dressed in that!?"

"What about you, 'Tinker bell'?"

You turned bright red. "I'm here for my dignity, and for the reputation of someone else too!"

He only said, "~mmh" in response.

"Now, what about you?" You retorted.

"I had an embarrassing photo taken of me, and I'd rather if no one saw it." He stated calmly, taking a long drag from his pipe.

You nodded. So it seemed highly probable that whoever set this absurd prank up had a few people pulled in, not just you.

The two of you decided on walking together to find the culprit, and Neddy already had a number one suspect lined up.

"It's France. I'd know his handwriting anywhere. He just bought somethings off of me last week, using checks. I never forget what someone's handwriting looks like, incase they try to rip me off." He told you.

"Good to know." You said with your eyes widening.

"Besides, I'm not to angry, I just have to give him a little reminder." He said, with a dark aura glowing around him.

Woah, Tino doesn't call him 'scary Mr.Netherlands' for nothing, you told yourself.

You guys keep walking until you find one of those cutout standies with the faces cut out for you to put your face through, and standing close by was Antonino, and Lovino.

Toni was wearing a similar apron to that of Tim. And Lovino was dressed in normal clothing.

"Toni, did you get a letter too?" You ask.

"What! No, France sent those letters out, after I had the idea of everyone coming here for pictures in funny costumes for April fools day. France said that he could convince everyone to come, and I'm guessing that's why you three are here in those hilarious outfits."

Three?

"Hallo Lukas." Tim's voice said.

You turn your gaze to where Tim was looking. He was looking at Lukas Bondevik, wearing a pink nurses dress.

"-O-Oh." You gasped. Oh god was that hot!

He tried to hide behind his golden fringe bangs, but it was futile. A huge blush overtook his face.

That's when a tiny blond child runs down the path, bumping into Norway, knocking him over onto all fours.
(°_°)

Tim grabbed the kid. "France I'm going to need my photo back. NOW."

You looked closer at the kid.
It was France!

"N-Netherlands! But, I-"

"Now!" He says sternly, gripping his arm tighter.

"Ow! alright! Here!" He said pulling a photo out of his hair.

"And their photos too." He commanded pointing to you and Norway.

"Ok ok!" He said handing him two more photos and handing them to Tim.

"And don't pull a stunt like this again!"

"Alright, I won't."

Tim gave one more warning glare, before letting the Frenchman run off.

Tim looked at your pictures, and scrunched his face. "It's the same photo. It has both if you in it." He said handing them back to you.

"What!?" You ask taking the pictures from his hand, then look them over.

He was right they were both the photo of you unconscious with Lukas laying next to you as guard.

You turn towards Lukas, who was looking at you.

"What? Why are you here, I mean I'm here because, well obvious reasons. But I guess you don't want anyone to see you sleeping close to me like that... I guess it makes sense."

He nods.

You take in his appearance again. God did he look sexy.

When you looked back up at him, he seemed to have been doing the same thing to you.

Once he made eye contact with you, he turned as red as a beet. "S-Sorry!" He stuttered.

Norway stuttering?

"Yeah, I didn't want the stupid Dane to see it and find out about my stupid feelings and telling the whole stupid world." He said normally. Then he tensed up realizing what he said.

"No! Sorry, I ment-"

You didn't give him to finish, because you tackled him to the ground pressing your lips to his.

You tangle your hands in his blond hair, and he nervously places his hands on your hips.

You pull away grinning. "I'm really glad you let that slip."

He was still blushing like crazy, but a small grin placed itself in his face. "M-Me too."

You let out a small giggle.

"That's the real reason I was with you that night. I was protecting you because I care about you."

"I didn't think the monotone, and serious Lukas Bondevik would ever admit to something like that." You laugh.

He rolls his eyes before he pulled you into another heated kiss.