WARNING: this chapter may be a bit more than the first. it has nakedness and sexual themes and all that good stuff. obviously I'm a little blushing virgin so I never write tooooo detailed but I'm just warning you...

anyways, enjoy!

America stood up on the World Meeting table. "Listen up, everyone!" He called. N-kun threw a soda can at him, booing. Netherlands complained that the American was getting footprints on the table. Canada squeaked out that America was embarrassing him.

"Okay, guys, you all know tomorrow is the Fourth of July! Why is that day special?" He grinned. Everyone knew the answer, but they still wanted to mess with the young nation.

"The day Lithuania and I were, like, unified and became the, like, Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth?" Poland suggested.

"When you bought the territory of Louisiana from France?" Canada suggested.

"Thomas Jefferson and John Adams die?" England suggested.

"When I gave you the Statue of Liberty?" France suggested.

America pouted at his fellow nations. "Guys, its my birthday," He pouted. They laughed.

"We know, Love. Now get down off the table," England urged. America smiled.

"Alright, guys! It'll be fun; just remember, no bombs! And no marijuana, Canada! Netherlands!"

"Aw, what?" Netherlands cried.

"Such a kill-joy, Alfie!" Canada teased. America stuck out his tongue at his brother.

America sat at the table with England and Sealand. Sealand was playing with a power ranger figure. "Ranger Punch!" He shouted with a little voice, imitating a punching sound as he ran his figure into England's arm repeatedly. Australia's eye twitched. Mexico was sleeping in his chair. New Zealand was singing softly to himself.

"Bah bah black sheep, have you any wool? 'yes sir, yes sir, seven bags full! One for Liam, one for Ryan, one for Artie, Jose, Alfie, Mat, and Pete.' Bah bah black sheep, have you any wool? 'yes, sir, yes sir, seven bags full~!"

"Mat, I really want to help with the food!" America whined. Canada came out of the kitchen with a spatula and knife.

"I told you, Al, you aren't coming into the kitchen!" Canada snapped.

"Arthur's bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. Arthur's bridge is falling down, my big brother~!"

"C'mon, Mate, do I have to stay here?" Australia inquired. Canada shot him a glare.

"Ryan-"

"I'll stay, I'll stay!" Australia squeaked.

"Zzzz," Mexico snored.

"Hickory Dickory Dock, Mattie went up the clock. The clock struck one, Mattie went down, hicko-"

"Liam!" Canada snapped. Both New Zealand and Mexico fell out of their chair at the sudden shout. "Stop singing," Canada ordered.

Suddenly, Sealand jumped out of his chair. "Ranger Kick!" He cried in a tiny voice, jabbing his figure into Canada's arm. Canada's eye twitched.

"Happy birthday, Alfred!" Scotland grinned. Ireland pat the American on the shoulder.

"It's great to see you again, lad," He added. America laughed.

"I know it is, because I'm such a hero!" Russia popped up out of nowhere.

"Privet~!" He sang, holding out a cookie. America happily took a bite out of it, dying inside when he realized Russia had cooked it with vodka in it. He spat it out.

America greeted everyone at the door. He was given presents, like a moldy piece of cheese ("thanks...Tony..."), a porno magazine that looked like a comic book ("Comic book! Thanks Fra-AHHH NAKED LADY!"), and a battle axe ("whoa! Thanks, Denmark! Did you make this just for me?")

Then it was on to birthday games. As usual, America had great ideas. "Okay, guys! This is called "Hot Camera"! Its like "Hot Potato", but the loser has a picture taken of them. Also, the loser has a "Truth Or Dare" type punishment. I'll be picking the punishment, but I'll take suggestions. So, who will play this game?"

America looked around as he watched the less photogenic or jittery nations run. Also, the nations who were scarred for life from "Truth Or Dare" (as they had every reason to be) left too. Netherlands was about to leave with his sister when Denmark called him a pussy, so he angrily sat back down.

Now all who were left was America, Mexico, Canada, Prussia, Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, Scotland, Russia, Denmark, Netherlands, North and South Korea, France, Spain, Italy, Romano, and Belarus. After the players were set, the game started.

The first loser was Korea. N-kun whispered into America's ear. "Every time you say 'da-ze', N-kun will pinch you in the arm!" America announced.

"That's not too bad, da-ze!" Korea sighed in relief, yelping as he was pinched.

The next loser was Mexico. Canada whispered into America's ear, and America shook his head. The younger blonde whispered fiercer, and he sighed. "Jose has to wear my clothes..." Mexico stood up, shrugging. "The dirty ones, at the bottom of the hamper." He cringed, slinking off.

Next was Italy. Romano and France both attacked America, and the birthday nation was forced to choose. "Uh...Italy has to keep his eyes open and only close them to blink." Italy rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them, whining at how bright it was.

Denmark and Netherlands (somehow) managed to both lose. "Every time you insult each other, you have to kiss! On the lips!" America shouted, jumping up in excitement.

"Ew, I'm not kissing that shit-face!" Denmark cried, then covered his mouth. Netherlands sighed, turning to the Dane.

"Just get it over with," He sighed. Reluctantly, Denmark kissed him quickly, and both spit in opposite directions.

Prussia was the last loser. "You have to speak in third person. Every time you don't, Canada gets to slap you in the ass with the yaoi paddle. AND you can only say 'Gilbert'. Anything with 'awesome' in it is not permitted." Prussia twitched.

"But how will...Gilbert...live without saying he is awesome?" Prussia cried. Canada giggled. Then the game ended.

"Let's play a variation of "Marco-Polo"," America suggested. He started to listen to the complaints. "I said it was a version. We turn all the lights off, take off our pants, and put on glow-in-the-dark condoms. One person is It. The person grabs a person's penis and say who they think they are. If you are right, the person has to drink a shot of alcohol and becomes It. If you are wrong, you have to drink a shot of alcohol." America explained. Belarus crossed her arms.

"I want to play though," She pointed out. America grinned evilly and pulled out a dildo with a condom on it.

"You can."

"Can I play too?" Belgium inquired. Netherlands melted into Dutch puddle.

"Just a warning, girls: if you are picked, both of you take a shot and the person who is It gets to feel your breasts," America added. They shrugged. Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, North Korea, Romano, and New Zealand ran away.

If you are wondering the results: America started out as It, and guessed correctly who Russia was. Russia grabbed Netherlands and thought he was Denmark and then grabbed Korea and guessed correctly.

Korea thought he was grabbing Spain but got Belarus instead, grabbed Spain and thought he was Italy, and then grabbed Canada correctly. Canada grabbed Prussia correctly, who grabbed France correctly, who grabbed Spain correctly, who grabbed Canada and thought he was Russia and then grabbed Italy correctly. Italy couldn't correctly get anyone and ended up passing out.

Spain became It again, grabbing France correctly, who grabbed Denmark correctly, who tried to grab America but got Belgium, and then the two disappeared. After that, Netherlands ordered the game to end and went to look for Denmark and his sister.

"That was fun, da-ze!" Korea giggled, getting pinched again. The others agreed.

"I wonder where Denmark and my dear Belle went..." Spain wondered. Russia chuckled.

"They are probably having kinky sex," he offered. Spain went pale. America started to jump up and down.

"Oh, oh! The fireworks are starting soon!" He squealed in a girlish way. Canada smacked a hand to his forehead.

Suddenly, Denmark ran into the room in only his boxers, chased after by Netherlands, followed by Belgium in her bra and panties. "Wait, brother!" Belgium cried. "Please don't hurt him!"

"I'll teach you to touch my sister that way!" Netherlands bellowed.

"Ukraine, help!" Denmark shouted frantically. Ukraine came into the room.

"What's going on?" She asked, blushing when she saw how indecent Belgium and Denmark were. Netherlands calmed slightly.

"This-" remembering his earlier dare, he silently fumed instead of name-called, "was having sex with my little sister!" He retorted. Ukraine smiled pleasantly.

"Don't worry about it; Mathias isn't one to have one-night-stands," She replied, taking Netherlands' hand. "Come on; let's go watch the fireworks together."

"Aren't the one-night-stand guy, huh?" Belgium challenged.

"What, you thought I only wanted to do that with you once?" Denmark quizzed. Her face went red.

"I'll go get our clothes. I don't want to watch the fireworks naked," she mumbled.

America's joyful laughter signified that the fireworks had started. America scooted closer to England, away from New Zealand and Australia, who were cuddling together. England rested his head on the American's shoulder.

America woke up the next morning to find his party guests laying in the grass. He smiled softly; they must have all fallen asleep after the fireworks. Only the people around his time zone were starting to wake up. America yawned, going to make lots of coffee and tea, only stopping to move New Zealand's hand to a more appropriate place on Australia's body and pull down Belgium's shirt so that Netherlands wouldn't have another hissy fit.