"Alfred. Why did you drag me here."
Matthew is beyond exasperated with his brother's antics, and waiting in these bleachers among almost every nation with an ominous looking obstacle course facing them, he does not feel this – whatever this was – is going to end well. Alfred had better have a good explanation for making him miss the hockey match at home.
"Don't worry, bro, you're not participating. I just thought you'd appreciate being front row for what's about to happen," Alfred replies with mischief. "You're gonna love it. Hey, it's Gilbert and Antonio! Get ready for an ab workout, Mat, 'cause this is gonna be hilarious."
Alfred promptly starts stuffing himself with popcorn while Matthew gives a curious glance towards the two newcomers, both holding a mic and dressed in, of all things, suits. In this weather. What the hell is going on?
"Willkommen, ladies and gents, to the Hetalia WipeOut, Couples Edition! We've got quite the obstacle course today for these unlucky folks, isn't that right Antonio?" Gilbert grins.
"Si, mi amigo! Today, one brave couple will have to endure incredible spills and catastrophic falls through numerous obstacles, only to move on and complete the ultimate obstacle course ever, the WipeOut Zone, the final step on the journey to the Grand Prize!" Antonio beams and turns around, speaking towards the building next to the obstacle course. "The epic competition begins now! Elizabeta, let's introduce the happy couple to our audience!"
Alfred cheers along with the other nations sitting around while Matthew racks his brain trying to figure out who the two unlucky participants were. It could be Germany and Italy, but Italy was sitting two bleachers behind him with his brother. That also eliminated Antonio and Lovino, but Antonio was apparently cohosting this event either way. What about Greece and Japan? No, Greece would fall over sleeping trying to complete the course and Japan wasn't one for these kinds of things... unless it involved getting some shady manga in return. Liechtenstein and Iceland? Gilbert and Antonio would sooner be riddled with bullets by Switzerland than that ever happening. So… who could it be?
Two sets of outraged screams rise from within the building as Elizabeta opens the door and stands in front of the course, with a mic in her hand and dressed similarly to Gilbert and Antonio. Matthew cranes his neck in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the participants.
Oh. Oh.
Matthew grins mischievously. Alfred was right. This would be better than good. This was going to be excellent.
"Hey, Al. Pass me some of that popcorn."
