"Guys! C'mere! My admin showed me something!" New York City yelled energetically, staring at her laptop and bouncing up and down…There was also a pixie stick hanging out of her mouth.
Sleepily, London and Paris trudged downstairs, London yawning and Paris rubbing her eyes, a glare already beginning to form on both of their faces, mostly directing their morning anger at New York.
"What do you want, New York?" Paris grumbled, shuffling over and looking over New York's shoulder.
"Dudes! My admin, y'know her, right?"
Paris and London sighed. "Yes…We know her…She's ours too, remember?"
"No! You guys pretty much belong to her semi-amazing friends. But…Anyway~! She showed me this amazing website called 'fanfiction.' Guys! I was thinking we could start one of those 'Ask' fics! I mean…Every country has them…Even pairings and states!"
London and Paris just stared at her blankly.
"No."
"Non."
"YES! Awesome…You guys will totally help me out with this, okay!" She said, already beginning to type up the chapter.
Both Paris and London sighed before flopping down on the couch.
"Should we bring in our admins?" Paris asked, already grabbing her cell phone from the side-table.
"No…They might get confused, especially with London's admin and London herself."
"…And you and your admin…"
"Yeah! But my name's Quinn…Everyone just calls my admin Gil, remember?"
"Oh, yeah…Our admins pretty much make up the Frying Pangle…" London muttered, going into her phone and flipping through her contacts.
"But…Maybe you should invite Madrid…She's pretty cool. Oh! Make sure ya' invite Fritz!"
"Königsberg? Non! The second generation of the Bad Touch Trio is trying it's hardest to keep from getting murdered by Russia!"
It was now New York's turn to give Paris a look.
"Whaaaa…?"
"Uh…Pretend I said nothing!" Paris said, a little too quickly.
"Nooooo…I'm curious…What did you do to Russia?"
"Nothing! I will not say!" Paris exclaimed, darting out of the room before more questions could be asked.
"Hey readers, make sure to ask Paris what her and the rest of the BTT second gen. did, okay?" New York asked.
"My, my…Breaking the fourth wall, aren't we?" London asked, folding her hands on her lap.
"Dude…We have broken the wall so much just by writing this fic…Seriously, it is not broken. We pretty much took C4 to the fourth wall!" New York said, taking out that pixie stick out of her mouth and popping in another off the desk.
London, seeing the dozen wrappers that already littered the floor, slowly grabbed the box from the table.
"I think you've had enough…" She muttered.
"No way! I'm fine! Never better~! GIVE IT BACK!" New York shouted, pouncing on her friend.
-One insane Fight Later-
London sat on the couch, holding an icepack to her head while New York was currently finishing her twentieth pixie stick.
"Dude…If you wanted one, you could've just asked." She said, knocking back the last of the powder and practically eating the wrapper to get the last bit of it out.
London simply growled at New York, her emerald eyes looking about ready to turn crimson red. Just as it appeared London was going to murder the sugar-high city, Paris stepped back in. She quickly ran over and restrained London before giving her a scone to eat, as long as she behaved.
Then, the three gathered on the couch, side by side.
"Hey readers!" Paris said, waving.
"HEYO!" New York exclaimed, downing another pixie stick. London managed to put a piece of silver duct tape over her mouth.
"There! Now…I just need rope…" London muttered, glancing around, as it seemed, for rope.
"No…" Paris said, placing a hand on her arm. London sighed, flopping back onto the couch with a sigh, slumping a bit.
"Wha…?" New York muttered, glancing at her friends. She was always a tad slow when she was on a sugar-high.
"Nothing," muttered London. "Anyway~! Hey, to all those amazing readers out there who managed to sit through all of our fighting, you're seriously awesome!" She chimed, immediately regaining her happy attitude.
"Like, Prussia-level-awesome!" Paris said…Somewhere in the world, Prussia and his old capital were expressing their discontent with that statement…and when I say 'somewhere in the world', I mean in Germany's basement.
"So…This is New York City, otherwise known as Quinn Catherine Jones." Paris said as New York waved, seeing as she couldn't speak with the duct tape over her mouth.
"This is London, otherwise known as Mary Elizabeth Kirkland."
"Hey~!" London said happily, smiling widely. She then began to spin one of her braids around her finger, pulling and tugging at it as a nervous habit.
"And I'm Paris, but my name is Destiny Marie, as in Marie Antoinette, Bonnefoy. Together, our trio has been dubbed by the Bad Touch Trio and the Bad Touch Trio Second Generation as the 'Troublemaking Trio.' Apparently, we cause trouble where ever we go. So…Send in your questions! We don't bite...unless you like that, of course~" She purred at the end.
She then received a quick smack upside the head. "Paris! Don't turn into your Father on us! CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF MY VOICE?! ARE YOU IN THERE, PARIS?!"
Paris quickly shoved London away, rubbing her ear and wincing.
"I'm here, I'm here! But I think you just made me deaf in one ear." She muttered, rolling her eyes. "Sorry about that everyone…I tend to turn into my Papa sometimes. Don't worry! London or New York usually snap me out of it."
New York tore the duct tape off her lips, her lips rounding in a silent scream as the pain hit her. "DAMN YOU!" She screeched at London, who simply chuckled and pat her head.
"You needed it, New York." She said sympathetically.
New York sighed before saying, "So, just send in questions—"
At that moment, she was cut off by her phone ringing; the song 'Shut Up!' by Simple Plan blaring from it. A second later, London's phone began to play 'God Save The Queen' and Paris' phone began to play 'Allouete.'
"Heyo?"
"Yes?"
"Oui?"
They listened to the people talking on the other end before their eyes widened.
"SAY WHAT?!"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!"
"QUOI?!"
They all had looks of sheer horror on their faces. New York mumbled a half-hearted 'fine' under her breath before dragging her thumb across the screen, London sighed and said 'yes ma'am' before hitting the 'end call' button and Paris said 'oui' quietly before slapping her flip-phone shut.
"This is an outrage, I tell you! Outrage!" She screeched, jumping to her feet.
London and New York exchanged glances. "Should we tell the readers?" New York muttered.
"YES!" Three voices, similar to London, Paris and New York's boomed in the house.
"Don't make us come down there!" Yelled the voice similar to New York's. New York turned whiter than a sheet of paper.
"Oh! No problem! W-We'll tell them!" London said. New York would've said that, but she was too busy cowering in the corner out of fear.
"Good," said the voice similar to London's…minus the accent.
"Mhm~" Chimed a voice similar to Paris'.
Then, the voices stopped speaking...Apparently, they'd left.
Paris sighed and rolled her eyes. "One of you tell them…I am going off to tell Sofia and Fritz about this…" She then quickly walked off, upstairs and to her room.
New York then, reluctantly said, "Our admins would like us to also add…that…we're taking dares. Keep the dares down on M rated content…We may be many, many years old but our admins are not. So, please, do us all a favor and don't send in the M content."
"Also…No death. It has been stated by Paris' admin, and I quote, 'if you kill off me [Paris] I will kick the catnip out of you.' So…Yeah…No death…"
"Paris' admin is as obsessed with cats as Greece is." New York mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, yes…We've established this. We also know that she acts so much like Austria it isn't even funny." London mumbled.
New York sighed before adding, "So…We do have rules when it comes to this so, listen carefully. If you are another country, city, state, etc…You are welcome here! I mean…This fic is all about OCs so they are welcome! Role-players welcome too~!"
"New York's admin is a role-player so she loves seeing them."
"My admin would also like to add that, although she is a literate roleplayer and she knows how Role-playing with the questions can get a little long, to keep the posts a bit small. No novels…She reads one a week as it is, we don't need another."
"You're allowed to send more than one question at a time! So, by all means, send in multiple questions or, even, multiple dares!"
"Yuri is welcome here! If you have a dare that involves yuri with any of the TMT, it's perfectly allowed! Yaoi is also welcome…If you somehow manage to get our Nyotalia versions~"
"Oh, that brings me to my next point: 2P, Neko, and Nyo dares and questions are allowed as well. Though…I would advise against the 2P versions here…New York is frightening with her 2P version."
"Hmmm…Anything we're missing?" New York asked, glancing over at London.
"I don't think so…"
"Don't forget about guests!" Paris shouted from upstairs.
"Oh! Yeah! We love having guests over so…feel free to drop by!"
"See y'all soon!"
London's eye twitched.
"Must you abuse the English language so blatantly?!" She screeched.
New York winced. "Yeeaaah….Bye everyone! Wish me luck and hope London doesn't kill me!" She then slammed the laptop shut.
A/N: HEY! To all my lovely, loyal readers you already know full well who the TMT are. Well, today during lunch, after discussing it with London and Paris' admins, we all decided to start an ask fic for them and all their crazy antics!
You can send in your questions via PM or review. Though, I would prefer PM.
Now, just to let you know, the BTT Second Generation is going to be making an appearance in a few fics I will be doing later on but they are as follows: Paris (Destiny Marie Bonnefoy), Madrid (Sofia Isabel Carriedo), and Königsberg ('Fritz' Gilbert Beilshmidt).
There is a story behind Königsberg being named 'Fritz Gilbert'…Obviously, Prussia named him. But, nobody knew his real name. It was lost when the capital of Prussia was moved from Königsberg to Berlin. He pretty much lost most of his memory…I might just write a story about Prussia and Königsberg, if I'm convinced. Anyway, out of respect and love for his favorite old Boss, Prussia gave Königsberg the name 'Fritz' and gave him the middle name 'Gilbert' so that he could be as awesome as he is with just as awesome of a name.
Anyway~!
Here are the profiles for each character so you're not confused.
City: London
Human Name: Mary Elizabeth Kirkland
Role in the group: Peacemaker and somewhat 'Mom' of the trio
Personality: Mary is the more responsible one of the trio and acts a bit more mature than Paris and New York most of the time. She has her moments, such as when she fangirls over certain things. She loves Monty Python, just like her Father, Arthur Kirkland. She's got a mischievous side and, when she wants to get her point across, can be a tad aggressive. Her favorite items to use in a fight are rope, duct tape, and a frying pan (Eliza taught her that one).
Description: She appears around fourteen years old, with long brown hair. She usually keeps it in two braids on either side of her head or just one side braid. She had emerald green eyes and is the same pasty white, but the resemblance stops there. She's got multiple bruises on her body from dealing with her Uncles (Scotland, Ireland and Wales) as well as her younger and older brothers. Since she lives with so many men, she's tough…She was mostly taught how to fight using a common household weapon (THE FRYING PAN!) by Hungary, her role-model. She and Hungary get along famously, as well as the twins Buda and Pest. She's taller than Paris and New York and appears to be the one to keep the two from killing each other…That's also another reason why she has bruises, from keeping Paris and New York from strangling one-another. She's usually wearing a torn up grey jeans, as well as a dark red shirt with the MTV logo but in the M for the logo, there's a Union Jack pattern as well. She also wears dark red flats or white flats. Sometimes, however, she wears black, high-heeled boots.
City: Paris
Human Name: Destiny Marie Bonnefoy
Role in the group: The Realist; sometimes crazy though.
Personality: She's…odd to say the least. She acts a lot like Austria, seeing as she liked to spend a lot of time with him during the time Marie Antoinette was ruling France. She has her moments where she acts like her Father and can be a bit of a flirt. She and New York City get into arguments about EVERYTHING. London has joked that the two of them would argue over whether or not the sky was blue…and New York would be the one arguing that is wasn't blue (since New York starts most of the argument.) She has a very complex personality that can't be explained simply…You'll just have to watch her character and make your own observations. She's apart of the Troublemaking Trio as well as the Bad Touch Trio Second Generation.
Description: She looks a lot like her Papa, Francis Bonnefoy. She has the same crystal blue eyes and blonde hair, although if you look at her roots you'll notice that they're a bit darker, almost brown. Meaning she dyes her hair. She's a few inches shorter than London but uses every bit of that height to her advantage when she tries to intimidate someone, namely New York. She never wears makeup, unless it's a formal event. Her casual wear consists of something outrageously flamboyant. She's taken a liking to plaid, flannel shirts, a skirt to match the shirt and a pair of leggings. She also wears either heels or neon-colored high tops. And, she manages to make THIS entire outfit look good. That's one of her things…Paris can look good in ANYTHING.
City: New York City
Human Name: Quinn Catherine Jones
Role In the Group: The Outrageous Planner
Personality: New York is crazy, loud, and hyperactive and she's ADHD. She often comes up with the wacky plans for the group to do. But, she's also a loyal friend…If the crowd abandons her friends, instead of joining the crowd, she goes around and kicks the crowds asses. She may be absolutely insane sometimes, but she does mean the best. Without meaning it, however, she can be pretty snappy and she has a short fuse. She's got extremely overactive emotions. Meaning, she's very dramatic. But, this isn't her fault. She, like many people, suffers from depression, but she combats it by always staying happy and trying to fix other people's problems, so she isn't worrying about her own. All in all, New York s a very quirky, crazy teenager…But, hey, she's a teenager and her city is known as 'The City That Never Sleeps', so it's only natural, right? Oh, yeah, she's pretty much nocturnal. She HATES mornings…unless she has her Happy Crack and her Fun Juice (Happy Crack = Pixie Sticks and Fun Juice = Coffee). She also really wants to be an author or a journalist…once she gets permission from Dad to attend school and be published.
Appearance: She has short, black hair. It used to be long, but it became too much to manage so she cut it. But, if you look at her roots, it's a sunshine-like golden color which means that she also dyes her hair…Paris usually helps her with that. She's normally wearing a pair of jeans, probably old or worn out by her other sisters, and a plain shirt, probably taken from the boy's department at Meijer. She doesn't care much about her appearance around her friends but around others she's very self-conscious. She also wears a pair of black Airwalks. Sometimes, you can catch her at the skate park with her board but, more often than not, you'll find her indoors, at her computer or fighting with Paris about something. She also loves traveling, even though she absolutely HATES flying in planes. Seriously, she cannot fall asleep on a plane ride…She has to do everything she can to keep herself distracted and, when they land, she drops to her knees and cries, just from remembering 9/11.
So…Yeah…I don't own Hetalia but the real life 'Troublemaking Trio' or, as we refer to it more often as, the Frying Pangle with a Fem!Austria and a Fem!Prussia, owns London, Paris and New York city.
Send in your questions, dares, comments, etc.