"Welcome to Gaken Hetalia, where we talk about the randomest stuff and only the randomest stuff. "
"I don't think randomest is a word!" Spain yelled behind the glass.
"Who cares anyway?" I rapped on it to annoy her. She was always cleaning it everyday. Today was the day where we start our talk show, Gaken Hetalia live. It was a total mess so far. America was munching on burgers, North Korea somehow got locked in the closet, and Japan was trying to get her out. Hungary was chasing Prussia around with a frying pan while my little sister, Belarus was sitting at my feet.
"Eit! Eit!" She yelled, her small hands waving in the air, wanting me to pick her up. I sighed at her nickname for me and pick her up near the mike.
"Dop it!" She shrieked, piecing a few people's ears. Everyone literally drops whatever they were holding, Hungary dropping the pan onto Prussia's head, and Spain dropping the tomato onto the board. The mikes squealed, then made a popping noise which didn't sound good. Belarus starts to much on my mic, drooling all over it.
"Come on, we need to start this before we all get a failing grade."
"why should you be in charge, Vietnam?" France said, pulling a rose out of his hair.
"Because I'm the eldest!" Yelling was certainly not helping since all of them just went back to arguing and what ever they were doing. There was a small expulsions in the closet as I guess, NK used a firework to blow open the lock. Or try to at least.
"Spain," I hit the window again, "Can you do something?" She flashed me a thumbs up and I turned off my headset. She twisted a dial, a loud shrieking cutting through the bickering.
"What in the name of Queen Elisabeth was that for?" England yells. She slams open the door to the booth, probably freaking out a few people.
"Hiya Iggy! Did you know that churros make good hair accessories?" Italy asked. Belarus reaches out and snags Prussia's coat, casing him to flip over. She giggles as his head hit the ground, making a hollow thwack.
"I knew it! His head was hollow! France you owe me!" The other member of the bad touch trio yells.
"Hey, Vietnam-san? I think North Korea-san has melted the lock." Japan bites his lip. I face palm and walk toward the closet.
"NK, move back."
"Why would I-Ack!" She screams as I kick the door open.
This was a bad idea.
We were supposed to write about talk show in school so I made this one! The characters are from the role-playing in my group like some of the male nations are girls.
Spain, France, Belarus, America, North Korea, Vietnam and England are all role-played. The rest are not. I don't own Hetalia.
Wouldn't that be cool if the Hetalia characters did have their own talk shows?
I know France already has one but anyway.
Review or I send baby Belarus after you.
Belarus: *noms on knife* mew! Mew! (translations: review! Review!)