'Happy April fools day _____! I hope you grace us with your presence in the plaza today with the clothing that has been provided for you. If you choose not to come the enclosed photo of you will be shown to everyone via the Internet. The choice is yours. Hope to see you there!'

"What is this?!" You scream in outrage. This package just magically appeared outside your bedroom door this morning. And from the looks of it, it was the worst April's Fools prank you've ever been pulled into.

You open the envelope again to find a photo of you in a baggy gray T-shirt and Scottish flag panties. ((Goodness what's my obsession with these flag panties? It was only sopose to happen in the Lithuania story!)) sleeping sprawled out on your bed.

It looks like you were going to have to comply with the demands of whoever set this gag up! Otherwise your crush Allistor would definitely find it and wouldn't talk to you anymore or worse, hold it over your head for the rest of your life!

You unwrapped the provided clothing from the brown paper and groaned at the sight. This was barely enough clothing to be called decent!

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So here you are at the stupid plaza, in the stupid 'clothing'!

They gave you a vest to keep your top half covered, and a skirt for the lower half. It's great really great (sarcasm). Now you had to go through the day constantly worrying about someone accidentally being flashed! Hopefully you could find the little turd who planed this and demand back you picture. And, maybe beat them up.

"Hey, _____!" you hear from behind you.

Oh no you knew that voice. That voice belonged to none other then Allistor Kirkland, the personification of the country of Scotland, the man who drinks, smokes, occasionally swears, and has stolen your heart, without hope of ever getting it back.

You turn around to be face the Scott, clad in only a kilt.

Oh, my, abs-!

You both stand frozen, looking at each other before regaining self-control.

"Looks like you got a letter too." He stated.

"No, I just wanted to dress this way and show up to the plaza on April Fools day, of corse I got a letter!"

"God, someone's a little snippy today."

"You would be too if you had to dress like this!"

"Actually lassie, I believe I'm wearing less clothing then you are right now."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever."

He gave you his signature grin. "So do you have any plans on this beautiful day?"

"As a matter of fact I do. I'm going to give whoever set this 'prank' up a price of my mind."

"Good, seems like we have similar plans, mind if I join you?"

"*sigh*, if you must." You say as if you didn't care, but on the inside you were totally excited that he would want to.

"So," you say starting a conversation. "Your photo must have been pretty embarrassing."

Scotland's face got almost as red as his hair. "I don't think that's any of yur business!" He said defensively. You let out a chuckle. It wasn't very often that he would get flustered.

As you continued walking down the path, when you heard something, *click* *rustle*, *click* *rustle*.

"What was that?" You ask fiddling with the bottom of your skirt.

Scotland ruffled his brushy red brows, as another rustling sound was heard behind a bush.

You walked over to it peering behind it there you saw Picardy with cat ears in a normal T-shirt and shorts. "P-Picardy, what are you doing?!" You shouted before noticing the camera in his hands.

"W-were you taking pictures!?" You shout in outrage.

With that Allistor runs up beside you almost making your skirt ruffle up in the wind. You quickly smack it down sending him a harsh glare.

Allistor stares at the former province with steam billowing from his ears. Picardy goes completely pale from the sight of the Scotsman.

"Aey, what do you think you're doing?" He asks darkly.

"Uh... I, uh, I was told to take pictures of everyone for today or my most embarrassing photo would be spread around, I mean seriously, they weren't joking."

Scotland picks Picardy up by the collar of his shirt and holds him off the ground, just like when he's 'horsing around' with Arthur. "Who, wasn't joking?" He asked threateningly.

"Uh... I'm not supposed to say."

Allistor's glare only grew more menacing.

"Spain and France! Ok, mostly France, even though it was Spain's idea."

"France, was my friend."

"Uh, was?"

"Yes, and now he's going to die." Allistor said before dropping the brunet to the ground.

Then the red head turned and started walking down the path.

"Allistor, where are you going?!" You called.

"Come on _____! We're headed for France!"

You run after him, holding your skirt down, to insure not to flash Picardy, whom is still laying on the ground.

moments later the two of you have made your way to the park's square. Where the allies are rallied around a small France, whom was tied up.

Ok, you've had your fair share of weirdness when it came to the allies, but this took the cake!

"Scotland! Moi friend! Help me!" He called from his bonds.

Scotland started walking towards the Frenchie, radiating a dark aura.

Francis immideately started panicking. "Pierre!" He shouted. The little white bird flew down from the heavens, slicing off the ropes, revealing more of France then you had thought. This causes you to slap your hands over your reddened face.

France tries to escape but Scotland's longer legs allow him to capture him. "Allistor, what are you doing?!"

"Drop the act France! Picardy told me that it was you! So you better give back my photo if you want to see something other then stars!" He says raising his fist.

"Allistor wait!" a voice calls after France shielded his face with his arms.

The infuriated red head turns around to find you being held by the other culprit, Spain.

"Antonio, let go of my lass." He said half warningly and half nervous.

Wait!?

Did he just call you his lass?

Spain's hands trail down to the edge of your skirt, and your body goes ridged. "Why don't you let go of Francis and I'll unhand her, and your pictures." He says with a wink.

Allistor stands up and crosses his arms over his very well toned chest.

Spain almost reluctantly lets go of you. And he starts handing back pictures but once he got to your picture, he gave an evil smile before looking over at France who also smiling darkly.

"Guys...?" You say uneasily.

The duo then look at Scotland with the same expression.

"Guys? Just give me my picture." He states uneasily.

"How about we just..." Spain says as he moves beside you and slips something into your hand.

You look down at what it is, and immediately feel blood fly to your cheeks making them a dark scarlet color.

In your hands was a picture of Allistor in a bath towel at the bathroom sink, dripping wet, evident of a hot shower. Thick steam covering most of the room and his drenched hair shinning. And wait was that a picture of you stuck in the bathroom mirror?

You looked up to see Allistor starring at you with a burning red face.

"And I believe you can have this one." France says handing him another photo.

Wait! You had his so he's holding yours.

You tried to lunge forward to grab it from his hands only to be stopped by Spain.

His reaction was one that you were not expecting. His cheeks flushed and his eyes widened. Before looking back up at you.

Your heart hammered away in your chest before he did something even more surprising.

He sprung forward at you catching your lips with his own, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, forcefully as though he had been holding it back a long time. The two of you fell over on the ground. You felt your anxiety levels raise because someone could most likely see up your skirt.

But he moved his knee between your legs pinning the top part and the bottom part to the ground. But not one instant did the passionate kiss break.

But once he pulled away from you the looked at you with relief. "_____, you have no idea how long I wanted to do that." He said with a smile.

You smiled "ditto," you chuckled. "I thought I would be the last girl you would ever want."

"Let me show you that there's no reason to think that." He said leaning in for another steamy kiss.

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Hope that was good!
Next comes:

☆Spain
☆North Italy
☆South Italy