Hiyya guys! So, I was just sitting around, totally bored outta my mind and I started thinking. And I fell asleep while doing that…but that's a whole other thing. So, in my dream there were all these Hetalia characters, except it was sort of like a talkshow thing. And the idea was supra weird… So, I decided to write it out. Please support this story like you did my others! There'll be quite a few…pairing I guess, in this. So watch out. The anchor is my OC! ^^

You can find the rest out without having to read through my horrible Author's note.

Cheerio!

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DISCLAIMER: Unless stated otherwise, none of the characters are mine.

Bright lights flashed around the room and loud entry music erupted around the room. The stage lit up and a man dressed in black suit emerged onto the stage, smiling one of those big, fake, host-of-a-talk-show smiles. His blond hair was left up in slick spikes and he smiled with infuriatingly white teeth at the crowd that was going ballistic.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Hidden Secrets! I am your host, Alan Baker, and I can assure you that tonight is going to be like no other night. That's because tonight, we have with us the famous, the much loved, the awesome… Hetalians! Yes that's right, tonight we have with us some of our favorite Hetalians here! Please, give them a big round of applause!"

The crowd broke out into thunderous applause, cheering wildly. Okay, so most of them there were girls, but really, wasn't it kind of expected? Alan gave another fake, bright smile and mentally grinned. Yes, this was perfect. He glanced towards one of the cameramen and slightly nodded. The man in turn gave thumbs up to another man. Suddnely, the area behind the host was lit up and showed some nations sitting on a couch.

"You guys are awesome! Now let me introduce you to all our guests! First of all, please put your hands together for the country of love…Mr. France!"

The crowd went ballistic. A long haired, blond man smiled and waved at the crowd, tossing a rose into the crowd and sending flying kisses. Girls cheered, some boys too, and jumped up and down, letting out fangirl squeals.

"BONJOUR MES CHERS!" shouted the Frenchman, looking pleased at the louder screams he got in response. Alan managed a smile and waved at the crowd until they calmed down.

"Calm down ladies and gents. You'll have lots of time later. But now, onto our second guest, the ex-pirate, the greatest empire… Mr. England!"

More cheering. England braved a smile, internally grimacing at what he had gotten into. He couldn't believe they had all managed to get till here. He finally gave a slightly brighter smile and waved a hand. Did that girl just pass out? he mused before sitting down again. The crowd seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

"Um, yes, well, greetings to all. Its enchanting to see you here," he finally said. The room was filled with swoons at the sound of his accents. Alan coughed slightly.

"And now, moving on, we have the one and only burger lover… Mr. America!"

There were more squeals and girls shouting out things like, 'I LOVE YOU AMERICA!' and 'PLEASE DATE ME!' The American smirked cockily, waving to all the fans and dropping wins at ladies. (England briefly wondered if it was his fault that the American had turned out more like France.)

"I LOVE Y'ALL TOO!" he called out. England face-palmed.

"Yes, and now moving onto our next guest. The albino himself, Mr. Prussia!" The albino stood up, grinning cockily and winking and waving and acting generally flirty.

"Hey people! You all can call me Gilbert. Vith the exception of the ladies, they can call me Gil," he winked and blew a kiss in the general direction of the camera. He smirked and sat back down as the women started chanting his name. Alan sighed before forcing on another smile.

"Next we have Mr. Austria! That's right, the country of music himself!"

The Austrian man just gave a cool nod and glared in Alan's direction, ignoring the fangirls squealing. Prussia nudged the aristocrat, raising an eyebrow.

"Say something, Specs. They'll love it."

"You can keep your opinions to yourself, Gilbert. I'm not going to speak."

There were moans of protest as they realized the Austrian wasn't going to say anything, but they died down quickly when they noticed Alan was announcing the next guest.

"And next, the man of steel! Mr. Germany!"

Loud cheering. The German blinked and gave a terse nod, not moving from his point on the couch.

"Hallo."

Louder cheers. That explained why some girls were suddenly so interested in learning German. There were a few German words in the air that sounded suspiciously like, 'Ich liebe dich,'

The host grinned, realizing he was down to his last three guests of the day.

"And our last four, who I will announce in one go. So please give a big round of applause to… Mr. Canada, Mr. Italy, Mr. Russia and Mr. Japan!" There was humoungous cheering, but the host cut them off before the nations could speak.

"Unfortunately, introducing these famous people has taken more time than I though, so I want you to be ready for the next episode." Here, he broke off, staring into the camera.

"Be ready with your questions to these awesome nations and be ready to have them answered! Only on, Hidden Secrets! Thank you all for coming here! You were a great crowd!"

The lights went off and the crowd went ballistic with their cheering. Alan sighed with relief and turned to grin at the nations.

"You guys better get ready for the questions. And have fun, eh?"

With that, the man was gone. Prussia frowned slightly.

"That guy was definitely Hungarian."

So? You heard Alan! Send the questions as reviews in letter form. Or as a direct question. And you can tell me if you want me to write that as Alan reading your 'letter' out and asking the question or as 'you' as an 'audience member' asking the question. PLease, send the questions, eh? I'll be super happy! Reviews!

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