Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews! Special thanks to the audience members and letter writers. Thank you Izzeay, Torako-chan, BritishEnglishFTW, HellsTears, and German Sparkle Party. I love you guys. Onwards! ^^

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Flashy lights, loud music and…

"Welcome, once again, to Hidden Secrets!" Cue loud clapping and roars from the audience. "And we're back with the nations and with your questions!" More clapping. Alan grinned, smiling a brilliant white smile (that should probably have come with a warning) and turned to the nations. There seemed to be some unknown line separating them today. England was sitting next to France and Canada, an expressionless façade on. Germany, Italy, Japan and Austria were next, sitting next to the two other European nations with grim looks on their faces. And lastly were Prussia, America and Russia in that order. Seemed like the fight of the last episode had caused this. Interesting.

"Right, so are you all ready for more questions?" asked the blond host enthusiastically. He received a glare from England but enthusiastic nods from the other nations. "All right! Let's get this party started! So first up, we've got a letter from… Torako-chan! Okay,

Dear Italy,

Thank you for answering! Instead of telling Romano I love him, tell him I'm happy for him, and that he should stay in that bed with Spain forever.

Hey, Hungary, do you think you could get some footage of Spain and Romano? I ,mean, if being in bed means they're too busy to come... :D

Torako-chan.

Hungary? I know you're somewhere here, can you answer that question?" asked the host, looking around for his country. There was a tap on a mic somewhere and Hungary's voice rang out.

"Hello, Torako-chan! You want tapes on Spain and Romano? I'll get them for you if you want. I've got about five seasons worth of tapes. You can tell me how many you want." Then Elizaveta left the mic and Alan raised an eyebrow. That must've been the reply then.

"Well, Torako-chan, I'm sure you'll get what you wanted soon. And next up, we have our other old correspondent, BritishEnglishFTW. Ahem,

Okay, merci beau coup for clearing that up!

Anyways, England, how did it feel to take France's upper half? Did you wish you could go lower? And Prussia, how do you feel when somebody eats a "Peeps" candy?

Sincerely,

BritishEnglishFTW

PS. I'm Hungarian, did you know? Hungary, you have a new follower in the ways of Yaoi.

So, England? Prussia? The stage is yours."

England flushed a violent shade of red at the question he had been asked.

"Of course a Hungarian would ask me that. Almost as bad as Elizaveta herself. Not proper questions for a lady," he grumbled to himself, biding his time by fixing his tie. He was about to say something when Prussia helped him out by letting out an outraged noise.

"I never get vhy people insist on eating Peeps Candy! I mean, it's like eating birds!" he said, cuddling a trembling Gilbird close to himself. "Don't vorry Gilbird, no one vill hurt you," he cooed to the bird. He raised his gaze to glare at the camera. "Listen to me BritishEnglishFTW, if you're one of those people who eats Peeps candy, I'll set Gilbird and his friends on you. They'll be all too happy to hurt you," he threatened. America, who had a packet of Peeps Candy that he had just opened, glanced at the candy and then at Prussia, swallowing nervously and trying to nonchalantly hide it. Unfortunately for him, Prussia caught sight of the packet and the next second America found himself being pecked at by about two dozen little yellow chicks with sharp beaks while Prussia cackled evilly in the background. The other nations ignored the scene and focused on England. The Englishman had composed himself and was ignoring France's perverted looks.

"Yes, while I was happy I had taken France's upper half, I wanted to take all of him. It would-"

"Why cher, you can take me whenever you want and wherever you want," said the Frenchman with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. England looked at him and glared, crossing his arms.

"Shut up frog! You and your perverted mind-"

He was cut off by a kiss from said 'frog'. Alan attracted attention to himself and grinned.

"And now, AUDIENCE TIME! Who's ready for asking some questions?" The audience roared with approval, stamping their feet, whistling and whooping. Alan whooped with them and gave a thumbs up to the lighting people. The spotlight whirled around at dizzying speed and finally came rest on a familiar girl with glasses.

"Izzeay!" called Italy happily, ve-ing and waving. The girl waved back before fixing and evil smirk on her face directed at Germany.

"Hey again! I feel bad for bringing up such a touchy subject last time, so…" here she paused to push up her glasses and point a finger at the German man.

"This one's for you. Have you ever dressed Italy up as an animal?" she asked. Ludwig's eyes widened and then he turned bright red, looking around for help. His brother laughed, giving him a strong pat on the back. For an ex-nation, he sure had strength.

"U-um? Excuse me? Dressed Italy up?" he stammered out. Izzeay nodded, crossing her arms and looking all smug for a second.

"Yes. Have you? And tell the truth with the details."

Italy spoke up, smiling slightly.

"Ve! Germany did ask me to dress up in one of my old maid outfits once! Does that count? We had a lot of fun too! Germany became all hor-"

He was abruptly cut off as Germany clapped a hand over his mouth and all the other nations burst into laughter. (Somewhere in the crowd Hungary smirked, writing down a note in her notepad. Something suspiciously like 'send Italy a new maid dress'.) the German man removed his hand and opened his mouth to speak when Italy spoke again.

"And this other time, Germany asked me to dress up as a kitty! Ve! It was fun. I had a tail and everything!" Ludwig groaned and brought a hand up to his face while all the others laughed, choked, or had perverted looks on their faces. This was going to be a hard one to live down.

Izzeay sat down, satisfied, while Alan wiped away tears of mirth and waved at the audience to calm them down.

"Oh-oh gods! Anyways, let's move on to our next lucky member!" he managed, watching as the light twirled around and settled on a girl with dark brown hair who looked like a female version of Romano. She was even wearing a female version of his clothes! Either way, as the light landed on her, she blushed and looked a bit nervous as she stood up and accepted a mic being handed to her.

"H-hello. I'm LOLSmileyFace. Um, I've got some comments I'd like to make, along with a question. Um, so first for Canada. Canada, you are so cute! I'd make sure everyone always remembers you!" she smirked and crossed her arms, watching a blush creep up the Canadian's cheeks. So cute! She mentally cheered. Next she turned to Prussia, who was idly playing with Austria's hair, whispering things that were making the brown haired man flush and glare at him.

"Prussia? You is da awesomest!" she gave him a big double thumbs-up, receiving a wink and a blown kiss.

"You got that right. I am awesome! Kesesesesesese!"

"Hi Iggy! I just love your nickname! It's so cute!" she said with a wink. England spluttered, glaring at America who had started the nickname.

"It's not bloody cute! Men aren't cute! I'm not cute! Bloody hell, get your hands off me frog!"

LOLSmileyFace sighed, shaking her head before turning to Italy, a small blush taking over her cheeks. The nations observed her curiously.

"Um, I made this for you," she said, shoving a bowl of pasta at him. "I made it myself. I hope you like it." The Italian man cheered, producing a fork from nowhere and shoving pasta into his mouth.

"E'delizioso!" he complimented, humming contently and eating some more. She smiled and then looked at France, clearing he throat.

"France? S'il vous plaît doux amour Arthur bien, d'accord?" France grinned and winked at her, getting a wink in reply.

"Of course, Cherie. Seulement la meilleur pour lui," he replied. Arthur squirmed and glared at him.

"I'm not a doll, Francis."

"I know you are not."

Alan sighed and clapped, looking at the audience.

"Thank you, LOLSmileyFace! Now, the next person is…"

The light spun and finally settled on a little brunette wearing glasses. She blinked and stood up, taking the mic.

"Oh, hello. I'm Inuppe. Um, so, first I would like to ask France and England, do you both mind FrUK? And what is your favorite couple? And also, France? Why do you have a rose on your crotch?"

There was a short silence before everyone turned their heads to the two older nations. England squirmed before mumbling.

"Um, we don't mind FrUK (whatever that may be). I mean, we are together…"

"OH MY GOD! NO ONE TOLD ME!" screeched Prussia, waving his arms around agitatedly at the two nations. All of the others looked at the albino like he was crazy. How could he not have noticed all the UST? France cleared his throat.

"Oui, we are togezer. And I 'ave a rose zere because a rose is ze flower of amour! OR if you want, I can always go straight nude…hmmm?" England let out a choked noise, shifting away from the Frenchman as Inuppe snickered.

"That is quite enough, frog! I'll call Switzerland if you try anything right now!" Francis pouted but kept his hands to himself.

"And last of all, we have…" The light flashed and settled on a short haired blonde who had a blue hat perched on her head. She cheered and jumped up, grabbing the mic.

"Heyheyhey! I'm TearsHiddenInTheRain! I've got two questions! Number one: England, who took your virginity? And number two: Russia, what does kolkolkol mean?"

The two countries in question gave a start.

"Oh, kolkolkol? Well, 'kol' mean 'stake' being thrust at a person. So when I say it, I mean that I'm going to impale you with my pipe," said the Russian man with a smile. All the nations shuddered. Then they turned to England expectantly. He flushed and looked away.

"It was too long ago…" he tried. France snorted.

"Cher, nozing was too long ago. Come on, who was it? None of us are going to judge you," he encouraged. The green eyed blond studied all the nations around him then sighed, looking away.

"It was a human," he finally admitted. There was a short silence and then everyone was asking questions. 'Was it a guy?', 'was it a girl', 'how good was he or she?', 'when was this?' and many more like that. England rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Not telling you wankers any more. It's a private matter," he said snootily, looking away. TearsHiddenInTheRain pouted but thanked the two nations before sitting down. Alan smirked and gave the crowd his signature smirk.

"Well, that's enough for today, folks! See you all next episode! Same time, same place! Love y'all!" There was the catchy theme song and the lights dimmed. All the nations were gathered around England, trying to get him to spill the beans about his first time. Alan shook his head as he made his way away from them. Hungary joined him on his walk down the corridor.

"Those people who question them sure have good ones, don't they?" she asked with a chuckle. Japan joined them too.

"Yes. Arthough I worry about some of the questions they ask arr of us."

"You worry too much Kiku. Aren't the French 'erections' going on?"

"It was trury an accident. But yes, in both ways they are."

Well? Good? Bad? Ask more questions my awesomes!

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