"For the last bloody time America, we cannot have a barbeque."
"But why?" He whined. "Italy thinks it's a good idea, right?"
"Veh~" Italy clapped his hands, smiling.
"One, because you guys have eaten me out of house and home for the past month." I growled. "Two, because it's the middle of WINTER. And three, because I said so!"
"But that's not FAIR!" He pouted. "I'll buy the food and cook it, so why not?"
"Hah, good luck with that." Britain smirked. "You forgot the fourth reason. You don't even have a barbeque do you?"
"Oh yeah." I smiled sweetly at America. "Sure you can have a barbeque, if you can find one."
"W-What? What kind of person doesn't have a barbeque?"
"One who lives in England?" I sighed, glancing at the threatening grey sky outside my window. "It's not the sunniest place in the world you know."
"That's because Britain's so damn tsundre." Prussia muttered to himself.
"Excuse me?"
"OKAY!" America yelled, leaping up. "I'm going out for a while! Britain can come with."
"W-what?" Britain gasped as America grabbed his sleeve and dragged him from the room, nearly running Austria down as he strolled in with the post.
"Watch where you are going!"
"Sorry dude. We'll be back soon!"
"Great." I sighed. "Now we're down two countries and we haven't even asked the first question."
"It's alright." Germany sighed, scanning the first letter. "This one doesn't feature them at all…"
"Yay!" I grinned, plucking it from his hands and reading it out. "It's from someone called HetaliaSparkleParty."
"Pwahahahah!" Spain, Prussia and France broke down, clutching each other and laughing hysterically.
"W-what's so funny bastards?" Romano muttered hesitantly.
"Well, last night we…."
"I actually don't want to know." I grimaced, quickly scanning the letter and reading the first question. "Germany, have you ever heard of the song, um…" I snickered. "'German Sparkle Party?'"
This just seemed to push the immature trio over the edge.
Germany turned beetroot. "OF COURSE I HAVEN'T!"
"Maybe we should put it on…." Prussia suggest, between snorts. "Huh, West?"
"NO WAY YOU IDIOT!"
"Next question?" Austria sighed, crossing his legs.
"It's for Russia." I smiled. It was nice someone wanted to talk to Russia. "Russia, can she become one with you?"
"Da!" Russia beamed.
"Oh and she sent these." I held out the sunflowers that had been delivered with it. Russia took them gladly, pressing the bright yellow petals to his cheek.
"Thank you, Sparkle." He smiled. "You are very sweet."
"Oh hon hon, love is in the air mon charment Russia." France winked, tossing his silky hair. "Perhaps you would like a tip from me?"
"No thank you." Russia replied. "I would not accept advice from you, even if we were both condemned to an eternal damnation together."
"Riiight…" I replied. "Moving on. 'France, why do you insist on being such a pervert?'"
"I find my questions very unoriginal, mon Cherie." He pouted, sauntering from the room.
"We should follow him." Spain sighed, jumping up, dragging Prussia with him.
"Wait Prussia, one question for you before you go." I yelled. "Can Sparkle poke Gilbird?"
"No way!" He yelled back, being dragged from the room.
I chuckled darkly.
"What's wrong?" Canada whispered, tugging at my sleeve.
"She's gonna poke him anyway."
"GILBIRD!" Prussia shrieked from the other room, right on cue.
"I-Is she in the house?"
I grimaced. "God I don't know anymore. Did anyone check under the stairs?"
Everyone slowly shook their heads.
"I thought not."
"Let's move on shall we?" Germany sighed, checking his watch. "We do actually have lives outside of this show."
"Tetchy, tetchy." I teased. "You may have lives but while you're in England you have to stay here."
"We can stay at Britain's house…"
"Ah, but you can't because Britain is here. He's staying for a holiday."
"Mien gott! Just ask the next question!"
"Okay! God." I glanced at the letter. "They want to know if Italy wants to go out and get some pasta some time…"
"Veh~" He clapped his hands. "That would be wonderful!"
"And they say you can bring Germany."
Germany blushed. "T-that's very considerate…"
We were interrupted as Spain, Prussia and France strolled back in, evil grins on their faces.
"Um, was Sparkle in our house?" I questioned, crumpling up the letter and handing it to Germany, to save him from embarrassment. He took it thankfully.
"Oui." France smiled, back to his old self.
"Hah, we took care of her."
I glanced at them nervously. "Please say you did nothing illegal."
"Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies." Spain grinned, taking his seat next to Romano.
"Next letter." Hungry smiled, opening the envelope carefully and gazing at it. "Oh, the first questions are for America and Britain…"
"Oh, well we can call them." I scooped up my phone and flicked through my contacts, stopping at Britain. Quickly, I punched in the numbers and pressed loud speaker.
After a short pause he picked up, snapping irritably.
"Hello?"
"Hey Britain." I replied, glancing at my letter. "RandomWriter has a few questions for you guys."
"What – Oh America you bloody git… Get off the phone!"
"Hey dude, what do you want?"
I chuckled. "Hey America. A fan wants to know, how do you eat so many hamburgers and still stay so thin?"
"Um, well I exercise loads dude and like, I'm a hero! You don't get fat heroes… Ow, England don't snatch-"
"Sorry, about him. You said you had a question for me?"
"Uh, yes. They say they're from the UK as well, well Scotland so… Are you even listening to me?"
"America put that down! No, I'm not buying that for you! God, you're so bloody embarrassing…"
"BRITAIN? BRITAIN?"
Germany sighed. "Allow me…"
I shrugged. "Go ahead…"
"YOU LISTEN RIGHT NOW YOU IGNORANT COUNTRIES. MIEN GOTT, STOP FLIRTING FOR ONE MINUTE AND LISTEN!"
There was a silence on the other end, then… "Sorry. You were saying?"
I smiled thankfully at Germany, before continuing. "Um, they say they don't understand why everyone hates your cooking. They love it apparently."
France made a 'they're crazy' sign with his hand.
Another silence. "E-everyone… Hates my cooking?"
"NO!" I rushed to reassure him. "Of course not. It's just, um, a required taste."
I could hear America laughing in the background.
"Where are you anyway?"
"Well, we're…. AMERICA FOR THE LAST TIME, PUT. THAT. DOWN!"
The line went dead.
"THEY BELIEVE IN FLYING MINT BUNNY!" I yelled desperately.
"Uh, next question is for Italy." Romano grumbled, folding his arms. "Stupid idiot gets all the attention."
Spain put a comforting arm over his shoulders.
"So, um Italy. They say they love pasta and eat it every day!"
"Veh~" He smiled.
"And they also want to know why you always have your eyes closed."
Italy blinked, giving everyone a brief glimpse of his almond eyes.
"I mean," I smiled. "You have really pretty eyes, so you should show them more. Right Germany?"
"Huh?" He choked.
I decided to skip the next comment, due to Frances um, sensitive mood.
"And Germany, they say guten tag. Wie geht's?"
"Good day to you as well. I'm good, as I hope you are too."
Prussia snickered, nudging France. "Look at West flirting!"
"PRUSSIA YOU IMMATURE FOOL!"
"Um, Germany, they also want to know why you're so strict…"
"What?" He frowned. "I'm not strict. I'm sensible."
"If you say so." I sighed.
"How much longer is this letter?" Austria yawned.
I ignored him. "She says Kon'nichiwa Japan."
"Kon'nichiwa." He replied.
"And Canada!" I grinned, turning to the shy country. "You've been quite popular lately. Random says she loves maple syrup, but hasn't had the chance to try Canadian stuff yet, so is it better there than in the UK?"
"Um, isn't every food better than in the UK?" He whispered, braver now Britain was gone.
"Hey, enough of the cheek." I chuckled at him, ruffling his hair. "She also says you're awesome and she'll never forget you…"
"NO!" Prussia yelled, stamping his feet. "I'm the awesome one! GET IT RIGHT YOU DELUDED FANGIRLS!"
(Or boys. Sorry if I have more gender confusion in this chapter – Letty ;u;)
"Prussia calm down. Gosh, even this person agrees. They want to know why you're so damn narcissistic."
"I'm not!" He gasped. "Everything I say is the truth!"
"Is it possible to be as self-loving as you are?" I groaned, quoting the letter.
Prussia looked pretty upset.
"Hey, um Prussia?" I muttered, taking pity on him. "They say you're still pretty awesome."
Well, that, I regretted immediately.
"Hah, I knew it! I knew I was the awesomest!
"Well I-"
"DUDES WE'RE BACK!" America hurtled into the kitchen, looking extremely excited. "AND LOOK WHAT I BOUGHT!"
Britain struggled in after him, staggering with a massive box.
"You bought a barbeque?" I hissed, cupping my head in my hands. "It's the middle of winter for god's sake! What shop even stocks them?"
"Well, we went all over town, right Iggy?"
"Can't. Breath." Britain gasped, collapsing under the weight of the box.
Russia helpfully lifted it off him, stepping back quickly when America launched himself at it, tearing at the packaging.
"America…"
"No! You said we could have a barbeque if I found one! And look…" He delved into a plastic bag and came up with tons of frozen burgers. "Dude, yummy right?"
"B-but…"
We were helpless to this rush of American enthusiasm. Soon he had it unpacked and swaying unsteadily on my uneven decking outside. Everyone was shivering, hunched up in their winter coats.
"Yay dudes!" America grinned, finally managing to light the wretched thing. "Barbeque time!"
"IT'S BLOODY WINTER!" I yelled, just as the heavens opened, drenching us to the bone.
"I told you we couldn't have a barbeque." I sighed, patting a sobbing America on the head.
The house was silent after that, except for the quiet sound of German Sparkle Party echoing through the house.
"PRUSSIA!"
Original Comments:
HetaliaSparkleParty:
-Comes up from the floor-
Hallo! It's HetaliaSparkleParty here! or just Sparkle for short... Anways here
are my questions:
1) Germany, ever heard of the song "German Sparkle Party"? If not you should
listen to it!
2) Russia, can I become one with you? :D -holds ou some sunflowers-
3) France, why do you insist on being so pervy?
4) Prussia, can I poke Gilbird? -pokes anyways-
and 5) Italy, wanna go eat some pasta sometime together? You can bring
Germany.
ASTA LA PASTA!
-sinks back through the floor
RandomWriter57:
So now I have some questions...
America: dude, you're awesome! But how can you eat so many hamburgers and
still be that thin?
England: I come from the UK! Well, Scotland to be exact, but I'm right on the
border! Anyways, your cooking is awesome, so why does everyone hate it? I LOVE
it!
Also, I believe in the fairies, flying mint bunny, etc. Don't let the non
believers get you down!
Italy: PASTAAAA~ ahh, I love pasta :) I swear I have it every day! Anyways,
why do you always have your eyes closed?
France: stay away from me pervert!
Germany: Guten tag. Wie geht's? I speak a little bit of german :) anyways, why
are you so strict?
Japan: konnichiwa! (sorry if I spelt it wrong) so...I haven't got a
question...
Canada: CANADA! Yay! Canada is awesome :) I love maple syrup but I haven't got
to try the stuff from Canada yet so, is it better in Canada than in the uk?
Btw, I will never forget you Canada!
Prussia: yeah, how come you're so narcissist? Is it even possible to be as
self loving as you are? Well, you're still pretty awesome...
Sorry for the question horde...
Continue with this story please! Can you also read mine please? I would really
appreciate it! *bribes with cookies*
you're awesome!