OHMYGOSH I'm so sorry it's taken me forever and a half to update. I've actually had a bit of work with school now and to be honest I kind of forget for a while. Heh... ^-^" But enough about me for now...let's get on to this long awaited chapter shall we?
Oh! I will be using the character's real names in not dialogue, so like, Roma will now actually be Romischen.
Warnings: Why do I even bother?
Chapter Start
Elizabeta had somehow managed to rent the performing arts center. No one was quite sure how she did it, but she did. Now the group sat in the audience while the Hungarian was on stage, testing the microphone.
"Hello dear friends! I've gathered you here today to perform the initiations for our unnamed club. We'll be going in alphabetical order by last name so no one is allowed to complain." She said.
"Does that mean I have to go f****** first?" Gilbert asked, looking quite annoyed.
"Actually, there is one person before you. Natalie Alter, you're up first!" Elizabeta called.
"Oh my gosh!" Natalie cried. She took a small moment to fix her hair before basically skipping up the stairs to the stage. "What do I have to do?" She asked the other woman.
"Ok, Nat. Here's your task. Answer me this: What was your most embarrassing moment in your freshman year of high school?"
"Like, seriously? And I have to do this Ok...well, one of my best friends dared me to call the guy I used to like and sing 'Someone Like You' by Adele on the answering machine...but he picked up the phone...they still owe me 5 bucks..." Natalie said begrudgingly. "That wasn't so bad! I don't get what all you guys are worried about."
"You obviously don't know Eliza..." Gilbert scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.
"Oh, how nice of you to volunteer, Gilbert. Just kidding, you were next anyway. Get your a** up here." Elizabeta said with a slight smirk.
Gilbert groaned loudly and stood up. He made a huge ordeal of stretching before starting to head up to join his abusive friend.
Matthew gave him a small reassuring pat on the should. "...It'll be ok, Gil..." He said softly, even though he wasn't too sure about that statement.
Gilbird seemed about unsure as Matthew and flew from the Prussian's head to the Canadian's. He tweeted and nestled himself in the soft blonde hair. He tweeted once more in Gilbert's direction and then turned the other way.
"Kesesese~ He likes you, Birdie! Don't worry. Everything will ok." Gilbert said, jumping onto the stage. He faced Elizabeta. "What are you gonna torture me with?"
"Well, let's see... oh, cute nickname by the way... So, I had something, but then I just thought of something better. Oh and anyone who refuses to take their challenge has to take the forfeit. So, Gilbert, you have to hold Matthew's hand whenever possible. Matthew, this counts as your challenge too." Elizabeta said cheerfully. "Remember: you really don't want to refuse."
"...maple..." Matthew muttered, trying to hid his face in his stuffed polar bear.
"Wow...that's some blush, Matt." Alfred laughed. "I mean, seriously, dude. You're like one of Toni's tomatoes."
"How are you gonna know if I keep it up the whole time, Eliza?" Gilbert asked, looking out into the audience, trying to find some way to get out of this without refusing.
"I have my people. I have lots of people." She answered simply. "Now are you going to run along like a good little boy and do what I ask?"
"Mein Gott... I'll just go...be with Birdie." Gilbert leaped off the stage and slid into his seat next to Matthew, snatching up the poor boy's hand. "So..."
Matthew refused to look at him. "Gil...you're crushing my hand..." He gave a sigh of relief when the Prussian loosened his grip.
"Does this kind of stuff always happen with you guys?" Natalie asked.
"When Eliza's doing the dares, yeah." Alfred said with a casual shrug. "Of course...if anyone else from the original group was either, we'd still be screwed..."
"ok...Ludwig. Your turn now." Elizabeta turned to her next victim after he came up next to her. "Are you prepared?" She asked in a far too serious tone.
"Do your worst." Ludwig challenged with a growl.
"Fine." Elizabeta went back-stage momentarily and returned with a rather size-able object covered in a light pink blanket. She handed it carefully to Ludwig, making sure he held it properly. "Take good care of her. She's the club mascot."
The German looked confused. Suddenly, the bundle in his arms moved violently and shook off the blanket. 'She' turned out to be a white and light brown splotched goat. "Was?" Ludwig questioned, thoroughly confused.
"Her name is Clara. You now have the duty of caring for her this year. Oh, and if you let her die, I'll kill you." The Hungarian said with an almost devilish smile.
Ludwig glared at her as he carried the small goat back to his seat with him. "I still do not understand the purpose of this task..."
"Vee~ She's so pretty!" Feliciano said, petting Clara gently. Clara made...goat sounds and allowed the Italian to pet her.
"Eduard! Your turn! Come on up!" Elizabeta called out.
The Estonian gulped as he made his way up. "Oh dear..."
"Ok, great. First three names that pop up in your head. Go."
Eduard looked a little confused. "Um, mine, Raivis, and Ivan...sorry Toris." He said cautiously.
"Wait, I think we can work Toris in here. You're find. Eduard, your challenge is to read the entire Twilight saga...if you can call it that...however, you'll have to wait a bit to start. My people are working light-speed to edit the books based on the names that you just chose. You are now Edward Cullen. Raivis is now Bella, but in the context of the story, he'll be a girl because I'm pretty sure guys can't give birth... Ivan is now Jacob. Toris, you are now...well actually you can be Eduard and Raivis' child. Happy reading. You can expect a package at your dorm in a few days."
Eduard tried to maintain a poker face, but failed. A blush spread rapidly across his cheeks. "I am not fictionally having a child with Raivis!"
Raivis, who was still seated, was obviously either scared, upset, or very embarrassed. He was crying ever-so-slightly, but still noticably, and Toris was trying to comfort him.
Eduard shot a glare at Elizabeta before jumping down to help Toris in the long process of calming down the Latvian.
"Francis, you're up." The woman on stage called, disregarding Eduard's glance.
The Frenchman came up to the stage. "What do you have for moi?" He asked.
"Your challenge is to drink nothing by British tea for the next two weeks. No water, nothing else."
Francis whimpered like a puppy that had just been kicked. "But...but..." He was shoved off the stage by Elzabeta and he slowly went back to his seat, still pouting.
"Ivan, your turn~!" Elizabeta sang.
The Russian came up. "Da?"
"You have to be nice to everyone for two days. No creeping, no asking to become one with Mother Russia, nothing." Elizabeta told him.
IVan pouted as well, but more childishly than Francis. "Darn... I was having my eyes on someone..." He went back to his chair and sulked.
"Great! Antonio, come on down!" Elizabeta said. When the Spaniard took the stage, she looked towards him. "Tonight, you have to replace the tomatoes in the school cafe with the ones we got shipped over from your gardens in Spain."
"SĂ! I can do that." Antonio was quite please with this. "In fact, it'll be a favor to everyone."
"But the catch is, you can't get caught and no one can know you did it." She added.
At this, the Spanish man pouted a bit. "Fine..."
"Awesome. Roderich, you're next."
Roderich sighed and slowly stood up. "Eliza, I swear, if you make me do something embarrassing, I'll-" He was cut off.
"Oh just get your musical a** up here." she snapped. "Nothing too embarrassing, I swear. Now, you have to play your favorite song on this piano over here."
At that moment, a wooden upright piano was very carefully wheeled on stage. The keys were dirty, there was no bench, and it made an uncomfortable clanging sound whenever the wheels would stick and it would lurch forward. The Austrian tugged at his collar a tad. "That poor thing...well, if I must." he nervously approached the old piano and studied it for a moment. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever might happen, and began to play. The sound of the piano was horrible. Almost every note was severely out of tune. There was a certain F a couple of octaves above middle C that held out forever, no pedal required. There was an E a few octaves above that which played three different pitches, not all of them musical notes. The lower octaves were better, but still quite bad.
Roderich cringed as he played, his hair curl twitching agitatedly every now and again. Eventually he slammed his hands down on the keys, creating a very disturbing chord. "I...I can't do this.
"You Have to finish. Go on." Elizabeta said, waving towards him slightly. "If you don't finish the piece, you have to take the alternative challenge. And don't cut any parts out. I've heard it enough to know."
Roderich growled something under his breath before beginning to play again, this time pulling up a stool. He had barely held the last note long enough when he jumped up and gave the piano a fierce kick to the side. He gave a slight hiss in pain and limped back to his seat in the audience.
"Woah... What did that poor piano do to you?" Elizabeta said. When she received no response, she shrugged. "Whatever. Margaret, our new friend! Come on!"
Margaret looked a little worried as she took the stage. "What do I have to do?"
"You just have to eat this." Elizabeta handed her a bowl of what looked like brains and various other organs.
"Ew!" Margaret screeched. "What is that?!" she took the bowl as it was handed to her and she looked like she might vomit. "There's no way I'm eating that..."
"We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way." When the Hungarian received a whimper in response, she snapped her fingers. "Ludwig! Let Feli hold Clara and get up here. I need help restraining her."
Ludwig started to ha d off the goat to Feliciano when Margaret gave a sharp cry of protest. "Wait! Never mind! I'll eat it. Ludwig, stay where you are." She protested. She took the spoon and shakily scooped up a bite and quickly ate it. "Wait...this tastes like crab. Yum~!" Margaret said. When she finished, she sent back to her seat.
"Allrighty... Raivis! Actually, you can just stay where you are. You look really scared... So, I'm tossing out the original challenge I had for you and you just have to read the books with Eduard, ok?"
Raivis sniffled slightly. "I guess it could be worse..."
"Exactly! Now... Moving on... Now, it wouldn't be fair if I were exempt from this right? Well, you know what else isn't fair? Life, and the fact that I had to come up with all of these by myself. So yeah. Alfred, your turn."
"Cool!" Alfred said, jumping up. He took to the stage. "Bring it on."
"Good to hear that. Here you o." Elizabeta handed him a crying bundle. "You and Arthur have to care for this until I deem you good parents."
"There's no bloody way I'm doing that." Arthur growled in protest.
"Oh well." The Hungarian woman pushed Alfred off the stage and sent him back.
Alfred went back to sit beside Arthur. "Look, Artie! What should we name him?" he held the fake baby between them.
Arthur looked down at it. "Um.. I don't know. I'm sure you'll think of something."
"If you don't give input, I'm naming him Sharron." the American threatened.
"Fine then."
"Kiku! You're spared because you've helped so much." Elizabeta said. "So...Toris! Feliks! Both of you, come on!"
Toris gulped slightly as Feliks dragged him up to the front. "Like, what is it, 'beta?" Feliks asked.
"I had my people remove one of the beds from your dorm room. We'll return it in a month, so until then, have fun sleeping." Elizabeta replied with a smile. "No one's allowed to help either of them with this issue, ok?"
"Like, can you just do that?" Feliks gasped. He then pouted. "You better not have taken mine..."
Toris sighed. "I hope the floor's soft..." He muttered as he returned to his seat alongside Feliks.
"All right..." Elizabeta pulled a list out of her pocket and made a few marks. "Berwald. You can stay where you are, buddy." She looked back down at the list. "We bought you and Tino a dog. You have to treat him like your child." At this moment a small white dog launched itself off the stage and ran to the Swedish and Finish men.
"Aw, he's cute!" Tino exclaimed, picking up the dog and putting him in his lap.
Berwald nodded. "Y'h..."
"Feli! You're up." Elizabeta shouted.
"But, what about Clara?" Feliciano asked, patting the goat's head.
"That's Ludwig's. You get a different challenge." She went back-stage and returned with Feliciano's clarinet. "Come on up here and put this d*** thing together. You'll have to play some music for us."
The Italian smiled. "Vee~ Ok!" He jumped up and scampered up to the stage. He opened the case and pieced together the instrument. When he was finished, he played a few notes and then faced he music stand they had found for him. "Oh, I like this song!" The music was for the song 'In My Life/A Heart Full of Love' from the movie musical, Les Miserables. Feliciano took a deep breath and started to play.
"Hey, I know this one..." Francis muttered as he listened. He poked Romischen's shoulder. "He's pretty good, huh?"
Romischen nodded slightly, apparently deep in thought. "Yeah...he is..."
When Feliciano stopped playing, he smiled and took a theatrical bow as his friends clapped for him. "Vee~ That was fun!" He carefully put the clarinet back in the case and then skipped back to his seat.
"Aaaaaaand, Lovino! Your turn." Elizabeta said.
"I'd better not have to play my f****** trumpet." Lovino growled as he approached the stage.
"Don't worry. No brass is involved. I challenge you to go a week without swearing. Make it two and I'll reward you."
"You've got to be s****** me..." Lovino muttered, kicking at the stage slightly.
"Nope. And it starts now, so good luck." Elizabeta sneered, lightly shoving him towards the chairs.
Lovino started to utter a phrase that starts with 'f' and ends with 'you', but quickly shut his mouth and unhappily sunk into his chair.
"Next is one of our new friends, Crona!" The woman onstage announced.
The girl stood up and dashed to the front of the room. "Wassup?" she asked.
"I've just got a question for you. Is Crona actually your real name? Answer truthfully now."
Crona hesistated for a moment before lowering her head. "No...it's really actually the name my parents changed it to in court. I'm not allowed to use the other one. That all?" She asked.
Elizabeta nodded. "Seems legit. Go on back now...and what the h***? How'd I miss two people? Sorry!" She made a few marks and looked up. "Victoria, come on up, sorry about that."
Victoria pranced her way up to the stage. "What do I have to do?"
"Just a question for you too. How's your love life going?"
"...Well I like these three guys...but I think they have some sort of love triangle going on with each other." Victoria thought for a moment. "But I think it's more of a love angle, because I'm not too sure two of them like each other very much."
"Thanks for that analysis. I might know who you're talking about...not bad choices, I might add." Elizabeta said, nodding. "Gertrude! Your turn now."
Gertrude jumped up from her seat and went up. "What will you have me do?"
The Hungarian threw her a basketball and a next was wheeled onto the stage. "Go on. Dunk it."
Gertrude looked at the ball then at the net. "Challenge accepted." She dribbled the ball a bit and ran towards the net. She jumped and barely managed to push the ball over the rim before she landed again. "Haha! I am the best!"
Elizabeta patter her should before sending her off. "Good show. Now...Naomii!"
Naomii sighed and slowly made her way up. "What does fate have in store for me?" She wondered.
"Well, let's see. Just a question! You've watched the BBC series Sherlock, right? Did you cry a the last episode of season 2?"
"Shamelessly sobbed my eyes." Naomii said as she jumped off the stage.
"All right... Yao. You're up, buddy." Elizabeta said.
"Aiyah..." Yao sighed. He stood, stretched a bit, and went up. "What must I do, aru?"
"I'm glad you asked! You can only eat American food for the next two weeks."
Yao blanched. "No way! I'm not doing that! America's food is gross!" He spat.
"Sorry. Good luck with your stomach contents. An now...Z!"
Zayit jumped up from her seat onto the stage, her boots sliding a bit as she landed. "Yo!"
"So...I wasn't the one who came up with this actually, so don't shoot the messenger. You have to dress in nice, feminine clothes for the next two weeks." Elizabeta told her.
"That ain't fair! Like, skirts and stuff?" She questioned.
Elizabeta nodded and smiled. "Have fun..."
Zayit grumbled something under her breath before jumping down off the stage.
"And last but not least, Roma!" The Hungarian called.
"...I had hoped she forgot about me..." Romischen sighed as he got up and walked forward. "...I don't want to do this."
"I would never forget you." Elizabeta said with a bright smile.
"Oh but you did, didn't you?" the boy almost hissed at her.
She blinked. "I'm not quite sure what you're referring to." she lied through her teeth.
Romischen snorted under his breath. "Oh don't give me that. Italy's the only one who can honestly say he didn't forget and you know it." He whispered just so she could barely hear.
Elizabeta pretended like she didn't hear. She saw some confused looks among her friends and laughed lightly. "A little friendly threatening, don't worry!" She turned back to the boy beside her. "So, Roma. There's something I want you to explain to us." She reached behind the curtain and produced the broom that he had received so many years ago. "What's the story behind this one?"
Romischen stared for a moment before recognizing the tool. "Hey! You give that back! No one has permission to take that from my dorm!" He snapped, reaching for the broom.
Elizabeta jumped back out of his reach. "Really? Then why don't you tell us the reason it's so special so I can return it to you?" She asked with a smirk. "Come on. Confess."
He scowled. "Fine. Feli gave it to me before I moved away when we were kids. Something to remember him by. Happy now?"
"Hm... I suppose that's good enough. Not like we'll get anything more out of you..." Elizabeta sighed. "Go back I guess..."
"What about the broom?" Romischen asked.
"I said 'confess'; didn't you hear me? Say how you really feel and I'll give it back."
Romischen looked like he had just totally snapped. "No matter how much you try or whatever you say, I will never tell you that I love Feliciano because I DON'T!" He roared.
Silence fell over the auditorium. Feliciano gave a slight whimper and Romischen felt his heart break at the look on his friend's face. "Oh my gosh... Feli... I..." Romischen gasped.
Feliciano stood abruptly and exited the room with the infamous Italian speed, trying not to let the others see that he was crying.
Romischen jumped from the stage to chase after Feliicano, but Ludwig stopped him at the door. "Ludwig! Please! Let me talk to him!" the smaller boy pleaded.
Ludwig glared down at him. "I think you've said quiet enough today." He said sternly.
Romischen attempted to shove him out of the way, but Ludwig automatically responded with a punch, hitting the smaller square in the jaw. Romischen stumbled back a few steps and fell on his rear, shocked.
"Stay." Ludwig growled as he exited the building in search of the runaway Italian.
No one said anything for a long while.
"Oh my f****** Gott!" Gilbert finally cried. "That kicked a**!"
The occupants of the room turned around to glare at him.
"Oh shut up, Gilbert." Romischen snarled, spitting onto the floor.
Author's Note
So yeah. What's this? DRAMA? OH SNAP.
...So, the OC's won't be in it all that much...Z more than the others even. But yeah.
And, Les Mis! I loved the movie... Too much maybe.
I don't own Hetalia, all that bluh... farewell until next time~
