Hey guys, just wanted to say thanks for the reviews. A little thing I should say…Siobhan is like, ultra stereotype, :L
I have decided on a brillo idea. There is humour (I hope?) in this chapter. I am including Carnaby Street and Smexiness. Smexiness=DIFFICULTS pour moi.
I might not be able to update as much as usual because I'm in deep trouble at school…it's VERY bad. I'm going to move this up to M.
Okay~?
If you're thinking that they're just going to go at it like rabbits, then, NAAAY!
My birthday was excellent! I got Hetalia and now my brother likes it too! YESH! I succeed! Now! Here we are! I'm so excited (Y)
-I do not own Hetalia or any products mentioned unless I say otherwise-
The fashion-star that appears is a parody of a very nice Chinese-British one…
There's No More Room in the Bloody Inn!
Chapter 8: Finally
Siobhan sniffed angrily. How dare that stupid Russian guy spike her drink! Communist-capitalist thing…whatever…he was a total pain in the ass!
Everyone seemed to be getting ready for something.
"OI! We'll make our last outing tonight! We're off to Carnaby Street, whether you like it or not." Arthur snapped, not really wanting people to stay in his precious B&B.
"Whataby Street?" Alfred frowned, letting his glasses slide down his nose.
"Wasabi Street?" Kiku asked, confused. What on Earth were they talking about? Ivan kolled to himself, as he saw Gilbert start to get annoyed at the rather short tempered Irish girl.
"CARNABY Street! Good grief, do you have some kind of retarded condition when it comes to things beginning with C?" yelled Arthur.
"Gott, vhy are they all such idiots?" Ludwig looked at the sky hopelessly. Indeed, why was he 'blessed' with knowing such stupid people?
"Lots of nice things begin C," Francis smirked, tossing his hair. Feliks glared. POLAND was the one who looked fabulous, not some stupid Frencho Poncho.
"That's disgusting-aru…" Yao sighed.
"Hai, hai," agreed Kiku, putting down his book.
"Alrighty, then! Let's go!"
"But I'm tired!" complained Siobhan, crossing her legs on the chair, "Plus, I can't afford to go to Carnaby Street."
"Don't you have a pot of gold?" demanded Lovino angrily, only to be pulled back down by Antonio. He honestly just wanted to go and bitch about British food.
"Are you saying that all Irish people have a pot of gold? REALLY? That's just stupid…" Siobhan stuck her chin out.
"But do YOU have one?" Alfred pointed a finger at her.
Siobhan sighed, "I guess…"
"In any case, she's had a bit much to drink." Arthur said stonily, really just wanting to leave her behind. She'd probably borrow some money off him. Siobhan hadn't really had much to drink, because although Ivan did spike her drink, he did not want to overdo it. Everything was going to his plan…
"I have not! Wait; I mean, of course I have! You should really, really just leave me behind…"
"Well in that case, someone should stay with her, da~" Ivan smiled emptily, and turned to Matthew.
"He's sleepy. He should stay behind, too."
"W-what?" Matthew gasped. He definitely didn't want to stay behind. He wanted to go out and have fun. Unfortunately, everyone ignored him.
"ALRIGHT! THAT'S SETTLED! LET'S GO!" exclaimed Alfred, pulling on his new converses, "Whee!"
"Indeed." Arthur said.
And everyone but Siobhan, Matthew, and someone else (guess who?) left.
There was an awkward silence, as Siobhan, Matthew, and Gilbert sat in the room. Gilbert got up, and went to the kitchen to raid it. Bad idea.
"You know what? I think I'd better go to sleep," Siobhan smiled shakily, and walked slowly out of the room. She broke into a sprint as soon as the door shut.
Later
"Aiyah! Look how wonderful it looks!" China said approvingly, noting all the ace decorations. The street glowed with gothic street lamps, but it was so evidently British that it looked reasonably friendly.
"Hey, Yao, da~" Ivan said softly, and Yao turned around nervously. He smiled wanly, before looking at the Russian's blank eyes.
"Yes?"
"You're going to get lost around here, da? So I made this," Ivan stuck a label onto Yao's top. Yao winced as it punched a hole through his well made top.
"That's nice of you, aru…" muttered Yao, and he looked down. Unfortunately, due to his straight posture, he could not see what it said:
Property Of Russia
Francis was the only person who noticed it. He thought it was random kinkiness.
"Wow, everything is so nice here! They have a Japanese shop…" Kiku smiled, and instead wandered into an English tea shop.
"People are valking on the streets…it's crazy town!" muttered Ludwig. There were no cars, yet it was laid out like a normal British road! What is the world coming to?
"It's nice, isn't it?" Arthur stated proudly, and Alfred frowned. It didn't even come close to New York. That is a bit of a stupid thing to say, seeing how much bigger New York is than Carnaby Street.
"Ohonhonhonhon," Francis smirked. He shot dazzling smiles at people, and quite a lot of them blushed. Forget a lot of them, ALL of them blushed.
Poland looked out from behind a plant pot, with his all famous video camera.
"And…this is what we do on a regular basis! Well, not really, I've never been here before but whatever! It's amazing! Haha, I have such amazing friends! Next time I better bring my horses, right?" Poland laughed, and he accidentally knocked a table. A British girl scowled as her tea was knocked over.
"Shh," he hushed her, "Ooh, look, we have conflict…"
"ALFRED! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" Arthur did his signature scream, and pointed at the sign that once read Carnaby Street. Now it read "HAMBURGER Street." The 'Carnaby' had a red cross through it, and the 'Hamburger' was written unevenly next to it.
"DUDE, It's totally kick ass!"
"No, it's NOT!"
"And once again, Alfred shows how stupid he is…like that time when he wrote his name on the potatoes? That got a lot of views, thanks you guys!" Poland laughed.
Feliciano was talking to the British girls, trying desperately to avoid food. Ludwig watched from the sidelines.
"S O S PLEASE SOME-ONE HELP ME!" Alfred sang badly, before being chased by an angry Arthur.
"I'm going to kill you, you bloody wanker!"
"This is comedy gold," Poland showed himself in the camera, doing a thumbs up, "Hmm. I don't look beautiful enough, I might have to go buy some clothes!" he stood up, and walked off towards a clothes shop.
The British girl was awe struck. What a day to come to Carnaby Street! She whipped out a notebook, and turned the page away from her birthday-page, and smiled happily. What a brilliant idea…
What about Belarus?
Liechtenstein and Hobo Sealand had developed a grand plan. Liechtenstein's lack of being around Switzerland gave her a different point of view. She was now doing a sympathy act with Sealand for money. Switzerland would be happy!
Ukraine looked mildly worried as Belarus scratched into multiple glass windows, "MARRY ME BROTHER!"
Back in the main situation…
Cameras flashed, as Feliks burst out of the shop. His hair had a beautiful rose in it (courtesy of Francis) and he was wearing a rather smashing dress, even high heels! This was cross dressing to the EXTREME!
"I look fabulicious!" he cried, before modelling his 'fabulicious' advert down the street. Everyone applauded as he bowed and curtsied, and Arthur stood there, shaking. This was NOT the point of coming to Carnaby Street.
"You look fabulous, darling," complimented a popular Chinese-British fashionisto, and Feliks smiled. Thank God he got Antonio to film this…it'd be a very good attraction!
Meanwhile
Matthew flicked through the books happily. Arthur had such a fantastic collection of books, even if his sorcery books were locked away in his actual house, in the basement.
Matthew sighed as he looked at a few pictures. There was once of Arthur holding a baby Alfred, and a forgotten Matthew shoved to the back. On either side of Arthur was a pissed off beardy Scotsman, and a seemingly Welsh guy. With one hand, Arthur was keeping an Irish man away from Siobhan, who was on the other side of the painting. Matthew realised that this Irish man was Northern Ireland. Siobhan's brother. She mentioned that she wasn't supposed to talk to him.
There was another painting of a pirate ship. It was really nice…
The door creaked open, and Matthew looked around.
"Oh, hey Gilbert!" Matthew said cheerily.
"Finally," Gilbert muttered, before approaching Matthew.
"What?"
"I've got you alone. That stupid Irish girl has gone to bed, and now, I have you to myself!" and with that, Gilbert pushed Matthew against the wall, and smashed his lips against Matthew's.
WHAT THE HELL? Ooh, nice, no, wait? What?
Yes, finally…
Matthew squeaked and gasped, blushing furiously. It was kind of strange…he'd chosen to forget what happened a few days ago because Gilbert didn't bring it up. It was nice, though…to feel another GUY'S lips was a bit surprising, but not bad at all. More good than bad.
Gilbert fisted his hands in Matthew's dark blond hair, pushing the curl away impatiently. Matthew was sure he was redder than any tomato, ever! EVER!
"M-maple!" Matthew broke away, panting for breath. This was crazy! Good but crazy! What?
"Birdie. Shh."
Gilbert kissed Matthew more deeply this time, and Matthew blushed again, feeling his skin heat up so much…he tentatively wrapped his skinny arms around Gilbert's neck, patting his hair unevenly.
Shame, Kumajirou! You do NOT love Birdie as much as Gilbert! Does Kumajirou even like Matthew at all?
Matthew's glasses were knocked to the floor, and Gilbert slipped off his jacket (insert Matthew squeal) as he pulled Matthew onto the sofa. He didn't really care about how the cushions would get squashed…Matthew's foot knocked a tea pot and it smashed. Who cares? Arthur. No one else.
Matthew felt absolutely wonderful, and Gilbert felt awesome-r than usual. So much so, that they didn't hear the floor creak above them.
Mattie couldn't help feeling rather turned on…he really really liked Gilbert, more than maple syrup…
Carnaby Street
Somehow, Alfred convinced Kiku to do his world famous pocky dance with Francis. Kiku sighed. Francis was being really over the top about it, and he was rather annoyed when Feliciano joined in too. Now it just seemed stupid.
He was well aware of the fact that Feliks was filming this, but he didn't want to stop because then he'd look like a spoil sport and he didn't want to disturb the peace either.
Arthur felt a sudden sense of disturbance…
"Hello, da~" Russia said brightly, and the woman at the cash desk shrank back a bit. Yao felt sorry for her, as he browsed. He was proud to see that most of the things were made in China.
"How can I help?" the woman asked quickly, patting her afro slowly. "What'd you like?"
"Um, tell me, da, is this store doing quite well?" Ivan's thick accent wasn't doing him any favours. From what the poor cashier heard, Russians weren't exactly…patient? Is that true?
"Yes, it's the best in the street, now what would you like to buy?"
"Then, the shop."
"Excuse me?"
"This shop is doing well, da? It should become one with Mother Russia, then."
"What?"
"You have heard me, stop being so unmanageable and hand over the papers," Ivan said dangerously, that infamous purple aura emitting from his jacket.
"Can I see your scarf?" asked the woman politely, trying to lessen the seriousness of the atmosphere.
"Nyet. Now, please give me rights to the shop."
"YES, FINE! FINE!" wailed the woman, and ran out of the shop, losing her job while she was at it. The shop is now called "RUSSIA.7"
Back at the house
Siobhan wondered if she should offer them a cup of IRISH coffee? That was always good for the soul…
Downstairs
Matthew was slightly nervous. He didn't particularly want this sort of thing to happen on a sofa…
"Birdie," whispered Gilbert.
"HOLY FUCK!" screamed Siobhan, and she dropped the cup of coffee she was holding, shattering another precious piece of equipment.
To be fair, it was really quite hot.
Matthew looked terrified! They'd been discovered? Was that bad? What?
Gilbert looked fairly relaxed, if not a bit pissed off.
"Wait…" muttered Gilbert, smirking.
Siobhan clamped a tissue to her nose, and fainted. Ireland gained 1000 dislikes on Facebook.
Hahaha! Yaaay! I think that went well? I love you guys! Reviews please? Thank you all for the amazing feedback and help and ideas! Mentioned N.I and others there ;) but that's not all!
Yay!
Ireland probably DID gain like 1000 dislikes on Facebook. She's OTAKU! LOLOL!
With all due respect, GOODNIGHT AND GOOD DAY!
