For a lot of us, it's still the 4th, but it's the 5th in Singapore and since I can't wait to post this fabulous Drabble I shall post it and all it's glory right now.

Enjoy~
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Dreamz was walking through the forest, nose buried in her phone as she attempted to navigate her way to the movie theaters, were she was supposed to meet her friends to see a movie for her birthday. Suddenly, her phone screen went black and it shut down completely. Dreamz stopped dead in her tracks in confusion. "Huh?"

"You're walking through the woods." an accented voice said from next to her. Dreamz swiveled around to face Australia peering out from a nearby bush.

"Jett, what the fuck are you doing?" Dreamz sighed.

"There's no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him." He stuck his hand out and pointed behind her. Dreamz followed his gesture, which led to a man standing about 30 feet back. His eyes were empty and his beard was curly and straggly, with intense bags under his eyes that made him look haunting.

Prussia's head poked out from behind a tree next to the deranged looking man. "Shia LaBeouf." He whispered, before sliding back behind the tree.

"What the actual fuck." Dreamz growled. "Hey, bug off you creep!"

England's face appeared below Australia's. "He's following you about 30 feet back." Shia bent down so he was crawling on his hands and started running straight at Dreamz. "He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint! He's gaining on you!"

"Shia LaBeouf." New Zealand stated from below England's head as Dreamz began running away from Shia.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?" She screeched.

"You're looking for your car but you're all turned around!" Romano stated as he ran next to Dreamz from the brush. "He's almost upon you now," Dreamz glanced back at Shia, her eyes wide, "and you can see there's blood on his face! My God there's blood everywhere!"

Romano dropped back, replaced by Seborga and Spain to her left, and France and Russia to her right, running along side her. "Running for your life from Shia LaBeouf!" They sang in sync. "He's brandishing a knife, it's Shia LaBeouf!"

"WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GOES THROUGH THIS SHIT?" Dreamz demanded as she continued running.

"Lurking in the shadows... Hollywood superstar Shia LaBeouf!" The four countries dropped back, and were promptly replaced by America, Canada, Hong Kong, and China.

"Living in the woods." The North American brothers sang.

"Shia LaBeouf!" The Chinese countries countered.

"Killing for sport."

"Shia LaBeouf!"

"Eating all the bodies..." The four sang together, "Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf!"

Dreamz's glanced behind her and could no longer see the killer chasing her. She stopped, gasping for breath as the four countries backed away into the shadows, and were replaced by Denmark. Dreamz swore she could hear what sounded like angels gently singing Shia's name in the backround.

"Now it's dark and you seem to have lost him." He smiled brightly. "But you're hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with a murderer, you creep silently through the underbrush."

Dreamz began stumbling forward, desperate now to find the freaking movie theater she was supposed to be at, leaving Denmark behind. However, walking up next to her now was Scotland. "Aha! In the distance," he pointed ahead, directing Dreamz's attention to a tiny wooden cottage, half hidden in the trees. "A small cottage with a light on- hope!" Dreamz began running forward, hoping to find sanction in the cottage. Scotland was right behind her. "You move sleathily towards it, but your leg!" Dreamz screamed as a metal jaw clamped on her leg, and she fell to the ground. "It's caught in a bear trap!"

"Why didn't you warn me before I stepped it?" Dreamz cried, tears welling in her eyes from the pain. Scotland shrugged, before walking away. Out of the woods appeared Wales, Belgium, Hungary, and Northern Ireland.

"Gnawing off your leg," Wales, Hungary, and Northern Ireland sang. Dreamz shrugged, seeing no other alternative, and gnawed her leg off to escape.

"Quiet, quiet." Belgium whispered, smiling. Dreamz glared at her, forcing herself up and hopping towards the cottage.

"Limping toward the cottage,"

"Quiet, quiet."

"Now you're on the doorstep..." Dreamz opened the door, peering around, before covering her mouth in horror. "Sitting inside, Shia LaBeouf!" The four sang together, before exiting and closing the door behind Dreamz, trapping her inside. From behind the couch on the other side of the room, the Republic of Ireland, Austria, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein all peered out at her.

"Sharpening an axe," Ireland and Austria began.

"Shia LaBeouf!" Switzerland and Liechtenstein finished.

"But he doesn't hear you enter,"

"Shia LaBeouf!"

"You're sneaking up behind him..." Dreamz wrapped her arms around Shia's neck, pulling up in an attempt to choke and kill him. "Strangling superstar LaBeouf!"

Turkey and Greece joined the chorus from both sides of the battle. "Fighting for your life with Shia LaBeouf! Wrestling a knife from Shia LaBeouf! Stab it in his kidney... Safe at last from Shia LaBeouf!"

Shia LaBeouf dropped to the ground, Dreamz standing over him with a bloody knife. She let it drop to the floor, and began out of the cottage, her face tired and solemn.

Finland stood outside the door, waiting for her, and followed her as she hopped into the forest. "You limp into the dark woods, blood oozing from your stump leg. You've beaten... Shia LaBeouf."

Dreamz sighed in relief, when suddenly, an arm wrapped around her neck, and something hard pressed against her head. Norway, Iceland, Sweden, and Germany peered out from ahead of Dreamz, smiling. "Wait! He isn't dead! Shia surprise! There's a gun to your head and death in his eyes! But you can do Jiu Jitsu... Body slam superstar Shia LaBeouf!"

Dreamz threw herself into her attacker, punching him in the face in an attempt to throw him off. Mexico, Poland, Sammi, and Hope rolled out into view, singing as well. "Legendary fight with Shia LaBeouf! Normal Tuesday night for Shia LaBeouf! You try to swing an axe at Shia LaBeouf, but blood is draining fast from your stump leg!"

Taylor, Annalise, Jenna, and Thaovy joined in as well as the epic battle continued. "He's dodging every swipe, he parries to the left! You counter to the right, you catch him in the neck! You're chopping off his head now... You have just decapitated Shia LaBeouf!"

Dreamz stands up, panting and covered in blood as the countries and mortals slip away into the shadows. Shelby stepped out, smiling knowingly. "His head topples to the floor, expressionless. You fall to your knees and catch your breath. You're finally safe... From Shia LaBeouf."

The credits roll on the screen as everyone in the theater stood up and cheered for the short film. The only one who didn't is Dreamz, who sat in her seat, completely horrified with her mouth gapping open.

"What... The actual fuck was that."

"Happy birthday Dreamz!" Shelby cheered as she ran forward, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "Did you like your present? It was all my idea!"

Dreamz slowly turned towards Shelby, her thick brows furrowed. "No offense, Shelby... But that was horrible. I just watched myself chew off my own leg."

"I love how she doesn't even care that she just she watched herself decapitate a man." Hope muttered to Annalise and Taylor nearby

"I mean, I don't even remember filming this- how am I in this?" Dreamz demanded.

Shelby shrugged, still smiling. "CGI. Dennis played you and we just used some movie magic."

"Okay... So who was Shia LaBeouf?" Dreamz asked, lifting a brow.

"Your's truly." Spencer slid over next to Shelby, winking. "I love Shia LaBeouf, so of course I'd play him."

"That... Was wrong in every way." Dreamz stated slowly. "I never want you to celebrate my birthday again."

"Celebrate your birthday again?" Shelby smiled, giving her a thumbs up. "Got it!"

"No! That's not-" Shelby ducked away and took off down the aisle before Dreamz could argue further. "GOD DAMNIT WOMAN I SAID NEVER!"