Sorry for the wait. I didn't really feel like writing for a while. And when I wanted to my mom limited my computer time and I couldn't. But better late than never, I guess.
Any spelling or grammar mistakes in the questions were made by the people who wrote them, not me.
I still don't own Hetalia.
I've Locked the Nations in a Room: Part Three
The nations heard a ping from the computer. [I'm back! And I don't care how many glares I get, we're getting strait to the new questions! So first up is LuckyNumbers.]
[[Yess! The entire Bad Touch Trio is here! So now I can ask this: How did you get that name?]] Prussia and Spain both looked over at France.
"Hm? Why are you two staring at me?"
"You're the one who picked the name," Prussia reminded him. "Don't you think you think you should answer this one?" France smiled.
"Well, I would think that would go without saying. That's what we do, right?" he asked with a little wink that made several people scoot their chairs away. They wanted no part of any 'bad touching'.
"Haha, you bet it is!" Prussia laughed, putting his arms around his friends' shoulders.
"I just said yes to the name because they liked it," said Spain.
[[Spain: How much do you love your Lovi~?]]
"I love him a lot, of course!" the Spaniard said happily, pulling himself away from Prussia (who still had his arms around his friends) and putting his own arm around Romano.
He was immediately shoved away. "You love everything a lot, tomato bastard."
"But I love you more, Romano~" The Italian just turned away, trying to hide his blush.
[[On a sadder note, France, are you still upset about when Jeanne D'arc died? We all know you loved her.]] France's expression changed almost instantly.
"She was a good girl. It was awful to see her go like that..." He became silent, and so did the other nations. It was so rare to see him so sad and so serious.
"I'm sorry," England muttered in a voice that wouldn't have even been heard if the room wasn't so quiet.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, the computer pinged again. [Um... I guess we should keep going.]
[[I'd have a question for Prussia, but his awesomeness negates questions.]] Prussia gave a wide grin.
"See? They know I'm awesome," he said to nobody in particular, or perhaps to everybody.
[[Can we get Greece in here? I need some Giripan!]]
[Maybe. But I can only fit in so many nations before the chaos is too much for me to handle... Anyways, next is yokolite.]
[[yay you used my questions! thanks! and now...time for some dares! :D *evil laughter*]]
[You're welcome. And yay for evil laughter!]
[[France: You CANNOT make any perverted comments at all even if it would be appropriate for the WHOLE chapter...and saying it in french or any other langue counts and if you break it then you have to eat a plateful of England's scones WITHOUT any of that stuff that's suppose to make it taste edible]]
While France just stared at the screen, England spoke up. "First, my scones are edible. Second, thank you."
"But I... but that's not..."
"Hey, if I could go a chapter without cussing, you can go without being perverted," Romano told him. France just sighed, realizing that there was no way to get out of this.
[[Hungary: You have to admit to Prussia's face that you think he's as awsome as he says he is! (yes I'm serious and yes I'm twisted)]]
"Well?" Prussia asked with a smirk. "I'm waiting." Only Austria noticed her grip tighten on her frying pan as she turned to face the former nation. She looked (or rather glared) at him and said between gritted teeth, "You're... awesome..."
"Yes!" he exclaimed as he jumped out of his chair. "I knew that you would-" he was cut off by the pan making contact with his head.
"You'll never hear me say that again," she told him when he hit the ground. She dug her heel into his hand. "Got it?"
"Right..." Prussia muttered, pulling his hand away and rubbing the lump forming on the back of his head.
[[Spain: hey was iggy as scary as a pirate as everyone says he is?]]
Spain laughed nervously. "I really try not to think about those days. I mean, he was really scary back then. One time he even-"
"You should know that I'm still good with a sword," England stated, interrupting him. "And if you finish that sentence I won't hesitate to slice you to ribbons." Spain didn't know how serious this threat was, but he didn't want to take any chances and stopped talking.
[[That's all i got for now! ;D]]
[Okay, thanks! Now here's Flying Rainbow Penguin.]
[[So... A question and a request.
England: If you had to pick a country to be with for the rest of your existance would it be France or America?]]
He seemed to think about this for several minutes. Then he answered, "I'd honestly rather stay away from both of them, but if I had to pick it would be America. He's slightly less terrible than the frog."
America looked over at France and smiled. "He likes me better."
"Aw, but Angleterre," the Frenchman whined, "If you picked me we could-"
[Stop! Don't forget you can't make perverted comments.]
"Oh, right..."
[[And could your lovely host please introduce you to yaoi on photobucket or deviantart; if you guys aren't already aquainted with it that is.]] Hungary ran straight up to the computer with a big smile on her face. "I'll show them!"
The next half hour was filled with lots of pictures, many awkward moments, and several angry outbursts. And it seemed like almost everybody was talking now. Well, besides the ones that were too shocked to say anything.
"How does that even make sense?"
"You know you want it."
"Yeah right."
"Aw~ we look so cute together!"
"We do not!"
"Get away from me –aru!"
"But this just proves you should become one with me, da?"
"Ve~ it's funny looking."
"Hungary, stop saving pictures!"
"Um, Japan? Why are you smiling?"
[Hahaha, this is funny! Anyways, close that. It's time to move on.]
"Aw..." Hungary reluctantly closed the tab.
[Here's Hoshiko13.]
[[Aww. . . You didn't use mine.
First off: The same stuff as in my last review. I have the same questions and stuff as I did then.]]
[Let me just go back and find them... here they are!]
[[Muahahaha! For Chibi-Chan this story is epic!]]
[Thanks!]
[[Now for the questions for the countries.
To everyone: Why the Hades don't you see Canada? He's adorable, and nice! Shame on you. . .]]
Everybody just stared blankly at the screen. "Who?" they all asked.
"Don't worry, I'm used to it by now..." Canada sighed.
[[Canada: Hiiiiiiiii Canada. Don't worry, your fangirls love you. Now, have you always had Kumajiro? Or did he just appear one day?]]
"Um... I really don't remember when I found him," he said as he looked down at the bear. "He's been there for as long as I can remember."
"Who?" Kumajiro asked.
"I'm Canada. You know, your owner? The one that feeds you?" There was no sign of recognition on the animal's face.
[[America: I live on your glasses! As for the question: How the heck do you eat so many burgers? Haven't you ever heard of, I don't know, FRUIT?]]
"Ah, good old Texas," America smiled, pushing up his glasses. "And fruit's boring. Burgers are so much better!"
China looked concerned. "That's really not good for you –aru..."
"Whatever."
[[Russia: How do you feel about Canada? I think you two would be cute together~ Please don't kill me, as I am just a fangirl. We're all like this.]]
"I don't really know him very well, but he'll become one with me just like everybody else, da?" Canada slowly scooted a few inches way, for once glad that he was invisible to everybody else.
[[China: Did you really beat your boss up with a stuffed animal? o.o]]
"Of course I did –aru," China said. "It was a gift from Japan and he drew on it!"
"And... exactly how did you expect that to hurt him?" Japan questioned.
"I don't know, it's just what I had in my hands at the time –aru!"
[[England: Don't you have older brothers?]]
He nodded. "Yeah, Scotland and Ireland. Though they weren't exactly the best brothers..."
"And I'm your brother, too." France added.
"No."
"What?" he asked, puzzled.
"I said no. You don't count. You just decided that you were pretty much everybody's big brother, and I don't think anybody except Italy agreed to that. And we nearly kill each other all time, too."
"That really hurts, Angleterre..."
"Just shut up."
[[France: Stop being a pervert for twenty four hours. Or else.]]
[Um... I think he'll explode if we go with 24 hours, and I don't want to clean French guts off the walls, so we're just gonna say until the end of the chapter like we already said earlier.]
[[Onto the Axis powers~
Japan: Can you teach me how to use a katana? Pweeeeeeease? *Puppy face.*]
"I guess I can when we get out of here. But it could be dangerous, so be prepared."
[[Italy: Ita-kun! Can you teach me how to make epic pasta?]]
"Ve~ sure! That would be fun! I'll come over and show you later."
[[Germany: Why do you always sound like you're yelling? You hurt my ears.]]
"I'd like to see you find any other way to get these people to be quiet," he said. "Sorry if it hurts, but it's what works,"
[[Now for the other people~
Romano: How do you feel about Spain? Be honest, tomato boy.]]
"Don't ever call me tomato boy again. And he's a freakin bastard," Romano stated in his usual angry way.
"But it said you have to be honest," Spain said with a grin.
"T-that is honest, dammit."
"Haha, no it's not. And you're blushing again." Romano just shot him a glare and turned away.
[[Prussia: Hmm. . . Oh! Where'd you get your bird? It's so kawaii~]]
Prussia reached up and petted the little yellow bird on his head. "I have no idea."
"How do you not know?" France asked him.
"I just realized he was up there one day. I don't know how long he had been there when I noticed him."
[[To all: Dare time! You must all. . .
let Poland give you makeovers! Unless Chibi-Chan can't put him in here. In that case, you must all do something cultural. But the culture has to be from a country you hate!]]
[Oh, don't worry. Poland will be here very soon.] Several nations groaned. They didn't even want to think about what kind of makeovers Poland would be giving them.
[[For our new arrivals. . .
Austria: Why are you so obsessed with the piano?]]
"Hm, somebody actually remembered I'm here. Well I like music, and even more than that I like creating it. It's soothing."
[[Hungary: Did you ever get jealous of Austria spending so much time with his piano?]]
"Why would I?" she asked, looking a bit confused. "I like listening to his music."
"Thank you," he said.
"..."
"Hungary?"
"..."
[Is something wrong?]
"I'm not talking to him today," she said simply.
"What?" he asked. "Why... oh, it's that day, isn't it..."
[What day? ...oh, it's your divorce anniversary, right?]
"Yep."
Prussia just laughed. "Haha, that's harsh. Bet that hurts, doesn't it?" Austria sighed and decided to ignore the Prussian.
[[Spain: Umm. . . Why do you like Romano? He's a grouch. . . (No offense Romano, but it's true.)]]
"Oh, he's no grouch. That's just how he covers up his feelings. It's so cute~" he added.
"I'm not cute, you bastard. Never call me freakin cute.
"But you are!"
"Just shut the hell up already!" he yelled.
[Okay, guys. Enough yelling. Now for the new people!] At this point most of the nations knew what was coming and didn't even look up when the door opened. Except for Russia.
"Oh good, you three are here," he said with his creepy little smile when he saw who had entered the room. Latvia quickly hid behind Lithuania and Estonia.
"She didn't mention that Russia would be here," he whispered to the other trembling Baltics.
"You better, like, stay away from Liet," Poland told the Russian as he stepped in front of his friend.
[Hey Poland, you have makeovers to give!]
"Oh, that's gonna be so totally fun!" he yelled excitedly. "I'd better get started. There's, like, a ton of people here. Hey Hungary, wanna be my assistant?"
"Sure, that sounds great." So they went off to the side of the room to discuss exactly what they would be doing.
[Well, you guys have fun with that. Bye~]
[Chibi Iggy signed off.]
Sorry for the short answers on some of these... -.-; I guess I'm never really satisfied with what I come up with.
I just had to add the divorce thing in here. My friend realized that when you look up the characters' birthdays, all you get for Hungary is her wedding anniversary. So she decided she do some research to find their divorce and she told me it was October 31st.
And HayaMika, can you send me that info? That would be very useful.
I think a list of characters would be a good idea at this point. I keep getting questions for people that aren't here...
Italy
Germany
Japan
America
England
France
Russia
China
Canada
Romano
Prussia
Spain
Hungary
Austria
Lithuania
Latvia
Estonia
Poland
Well, see you next time!