Okay, right off the bat, I will tell you that this was completely random and written out of boredom. So… here are the human names for the characters that I have used. Note that I only put names of people that you guys might get confused with. Like, I don't need to tell you guys that England is called Arthur.
Albania= Krste
Moldova= Alexandru
San Marino= Acilia
Portugal= Chavez
Netherlands= Lars
Montenegro= Vasilje
Malta= Ianira
Ireland= Katelyn
Belgium= Alice
Macedonia= Elena
Slovenia= Adrijana
Romania= Vladimir
Azerbaijan= Khavar
Armenia= Azniv
Now that we're done with all of the character names, may I please note that I own neither Eurovision nor Hetalia so please don't sue me! Also, I have a few pairing warnings. You will later on see that there is some SpaBel, PortugalxSanMarino is also up along with RomaniaxAzerbaijan. Overprotective!Netherlands and Overprotective!Switzerland are also in the house and on the roll! Otherwise, let us just get on with the story!
First Semi-Finals
As normal, every European nation gathered together to watch Eurovision every year. This year wouldn't be any different. As nation-beings, they would obviously all gather together to watch at a VIP room. Vladimir and Elizabeta and Alexandru were the first ones to arrive. Naturally, that wasn't a good thing. If anything was positive about them being in the same room in the same competition was that they were in two separate semi-finals. Later on, pretty much everyone came. Then, it just turned into a party with 35 European countries joined with Hong Kong. England explained that China had a meeting and Hong Kong just volunteered to come to Eurovision with his adoptive father.
Everyone arrived and chatter began. That could only mean one thing… Madness… why? Simply because they were nation beings and also… It's Eurovision.
During the intro, everyone was pretty much just talking about political issues. However, once they saw that the Armenian performance was starting, they shut up. It started with the flag making process of Aram MP3. Halfway through the song, Hong Kong raised an eyebrow.
"Armenia has a good song da?"
"Better than most of us expected."
"Indeed?" Was all England could reply with.
"And because she is normally so quiet da?"
And then his song ended. Russia simply glanced at Latvia as his country's men made a cake with cranberries.
"Russia, sir, cranberries are a delicacy in my country, I believe you have tried them?"
"Da, I have, they tasted better than the ones at America."
"Thank you sir."
"Raivis is hiding the fact that he loves cakes with all his heart."
"Like Liet, you're totally embarrassing poor Raivis."
"So Raivis, you know how to bake cakes da?"
"Y-yes sir."
"So you will bake a cake for us Slavics when we get back to the hotel da?"
"Y-yes sir. Hey Eduard, it's your turn."
"Like, Eduard totally can build that crane with his eyes closed but is also terrified of heigts."
"And you say I like embarrassing people."
"Like, Eduard can also dance very well secretly."
"Sh-shut up! That's enough secrets for today!"
"HEY! IT'S BER-BEAR'S TURN!"
"Y's. 't's my t'n."
"It's a good song da?"
"Who knew Ber-Bear was such a good singer underneath his stotic appearance."
"Hallo little bro, it's your turn… the Teletubies."
"I'm not your brother and they're called Pollapönk."
"I like their costumes. Like the pink suit is totally awesome!"
"Hey guys! Wanna come and let me give you guys a tour of Copenhagen?"
"Look! Krste! It's your performance next!"
"Ah, yes, I was watching this in my country big bro!"
"Wait, Vlad… you and Krste are blood related?"
"Yeah Magyar, we're brothers by blood."
"Then how come he's so smart and you're a pure idiot?"
"Haha very funny."
"Hey, Krste, did that she really get the flag tattooed?
"Yes, Eliza…"
"It's my country next da?"
"Yeah." Vlad said with a flash of the fang.
"It's a pity that Bulgaria couldn't come."
"Yeah, Brian said he wasn't in this competition so…"
"Like what a total party pooper!"
"Hey, Ivan, they look like the same person… so symmetrical"
"Yeah, they spent a long time to get the timing right."
"It's Azerbaijan next, I remember talking to her a lot during the communist days."
"Yes, I know… wait Vlad?"
"If she could sing anything like Azerbaijan, then they would definitely win."
"You know Azerbaijan very well da? How?"
At this, the Romanian turned a bright shade of red that would have matched the shade of Spain's fully red tomatoes.
"Ah, yes, big bro used to be dating Azerbaijan."
"Shut up Alexandru!"
"It's big sister's performance next da? And when did you split?"
"Ow, that's extremely dangerous…" ((That was when the singer was poking her head off of the platform to stick post-it notes to create the flag.))
"Yeah yeah Magyar. Oh yeah, we stopped when the iron curtain broke."
"And you became a capitalist?"
"Yes Magyar. I doubt there's anything other than capitalism and communism."
"I love big sister's song da?"
"It's my turn!"
"Yeah Alice. You knit a lot too right?" ((The Belgian singer knitted the flag.))
"But I don't have too much time lately."
"Alice, this song reminds me of our mother."
"How long has it been since we last saw her?"
"Something around 700 years."
"Wow, that's a long time."
"Alexandru, it's your turn."
"Yeah, wish you good luck Alex!"
"Thanks Vlad, thanks Krste."
"So, Vasilje, it's only you left right?"
"And you Vlad."
"My performance is tomorrow."
A silence rose upon them as they watched the performance from their TV screen.
"Like OMG! Why did she just rip out her extensions? That like is totally disgusting!"
"Just saying, I like her original hair tone better than her extensions."
"Of course Alexandru."
"Veh~ Acilia it's your turn."
"Yeah, hey Chavez, can you come to my hotel room to hang out?"
"Okay, so Antonio, you're gonna go to Lovino and Feliciano's room right? So can I take our room? Like Acilia can come to our room?"
"Like what are you going to do veh~?"
"Um…"
"Like OMG! Can you totally not tell?"
The Portuguese man completely blushed to an unhealthy purple shade.
"Okay well let's drop the topic! Hey lil' bro! It's your turn!"
"Hey, tomato bastard's brother, it's in Portuguese, what does it mean?"
"Didn't the host just tell you what it meant?"
"That was just one line."
"Search it up."
"Hey Lars, it's your turn!"
"I don't know why every time, we don't do a very Eurovision-y song."
"But I really like the songs. Especially Birds from last year!"
"Alright, Vasilje! It's your turn!"
"Yeah, and then Hungary's turn."
"Hey Vasilje, is that person ice skating?"
"No you idiot Magyar, they obviously didn't change it to ice!"
"Veh~ why not? It's Eurovision!"
"No, Liz, they're roller blading."
"Ah, thanks Vasilje, for not being an like your brother: A total~
"Shhhh! Please don't forget he is less than 10 years old. And it's your turn."
"I love the Rubik's Cubes used to make the flags da?"
"Okay, Magyar, to be honest, your song is better than mine."
Hungary reddens to the color of Poland's pink skirt.
"What was that for?"
"I don't know, calling a truce?"
"I think it might go back to Sweden. Da? Like a tennis match."
"Yeah wait, Raivis! Can you teach my brother Lars how to bake cakes?"
"Does he not know how?"
"Nope, he could burn salad, so let alone a cake!"
"Like OMG! This performance is totally boring!"
A long period was covered with some countries playing poker, which Francis and Leon were winning since Macau and Monaco did teach their brothers a few tricks to win poker. Truth or dare was obviously also a popular choice and it wasn't pretty. Antonio was dared to kiss Alice and Lars punched Antonio in the face.
"Wait, Antonio, Francis, Arthur, Mathias, Feliciano, Lovino, Gilbert and Ludwig aren't in the Semi-Finals right?"
"Ja, we donated a lot into Eurovision."
"Guys, the qualifications are out!"
"OMG! Like totally just get to it!"
"Patience Feliks, my friend, patience."
"Good job Vasilje!... And Magyar!"
"Why thank you Vlad, hard for you to be so nice!"
"Kolkolkol, do I hear booing for us passing?"
"It's okay Ivan. Look, Armenia and Azzie are through!"
"You aren't hiding the fact that you still have feelings for Azerbaijan are you?"
"Nope! Now that everyone knows, I honestly don't care as much now."
"Hey Vladimir, your performance is in the Second semi-finals right?
"Yep lil bro!"
"Hey look, Acilia, you passed for the first time!"
"Look, big sister passed da?"
"Ber-Bear! You passed!"
"Ooh! Lars you passed!"
"Hey! Emil! You passed!"
"Aw, two of my brothers didn't pass…"
"Neither did you Chavez!"
"Nah, it's okay Acilia, you passed didn't you? For the first time! Congrats!"
"I think this calls an end to our day! Veh~ We should all go back to our hotels shouldn't we?"