A girl about 15 or so walks into the World Conference Meeting room. She has brownish red hair (lighter than Romano's, but not as light as Italy's) that falls about to her shoulders in somewhat messy waves. She coughs nervously, aware of the nations watching as she pushes up her purple glasses up her nose, the light glaring off of them and making it impossible to see her bright blue-green eyes.
"Hello everyone! Welcome to 'Ask Us Almost Anything! Hetalia Edition!' I'm going to let our lovely nations explain everything! By the way, I own nothing!" She rushes through her introduction, looking around the table before taking her seat between America and Britain. She looks expectantly at Britain, biting her bottom lip.
"Thank you Brandy. Is it okay that we call you that?" he glances at the author.
"Brandy is fine, thanks." she gives him a nod to continue.
"Alrighty, then. As Brandy said, welcome. This is a lovely little story we were all blackmailed into by this random human. We will be asked questions by you, the readers, and we shall answer them to the best of our ability." The Brit looked around Brandy at America, who sat up a little straighter and said his part... with a mouth full of food.
"Erf yurve godda keshun...munch munch..."
"America! Stop eating with your mouth full of food, you bloody git! We're trying to make a good first impression!" Britain yelled as he took away America's bag of McDonald's and hit him upside the head with it.
"Okay, jeez, I'm sorry!" the American sighed at the waste of food, but recovered quickly and was soon shouting again. "If you've got a question, message Brandy or leave it in the reviews! Please keep the questions rated T! We wouldn't want to stress the poor little writer girl so much that the hero have to save her from you peeps!"
"I would not go under pressure enough to need saving! I would just ignore any inappropriate questions about you guys!" Brandy exclaimed, also hitting her country upside the head.
"This is country abuse!" America cried while trying (and failing) to protect himself.
"Would you like me to help you? You should apply a bit more of the pressure, da?" Russia said cheerfully, suddenly popping up from behind the two.
"Nah, I've got this." Brandy said, ignoring the purple aura coming off the country and continuing the "country abuse"
"Well, while these idiots are busy, I shall bid you all adieu, mon beautés. We look forward to your questions!" France said with a flip of his hair.
Then, the room burst into madness.
"Wait, will there be pasta next time?!" came a cry from the back of the room.
"Yes, Italy. We can bring pasta."
"Potato bastard! Leave my brother alone!"
"Calm down, Romano! Have a churro!"
"Everybody shut up! The awesome is speaking!"
"This is why I refrain from speaking..."
"Does anyone care to hear my opinion?"
"God, you western nations are giving me a headache."
"Big brother, can we leave now?
"Big brother... MARRIAGE!"
"Kolkolkolkolkolkol...Voodkaaaa!"
"Shut up you bloody frog! No one cares to hear you opinion!"
"BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE!"
"I am, like, totally fed up with this meeting."
"Fine! I'm leaving then!"
"Me, too!" after a chorus of agreements, everyone left, except for a smiling Canada and a very pale Brandy.
"This wasn't a good idea, was it?" Brandy asked out loud.
"I think you could have done better."
"Thanks, Canada."
"Well, goodbye everybody! See you next chapter!" Canada says happily, while him and Brandy wave at nothing in particular.
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