Warnings: My inability to write Denmark

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Authoress Note: I was just struggling with all these interviews, until I decided to say, "fuck it" and sum up half of them. Also, amount spoken =/= make it to the next round. I just really couldn't think of how to make the interviews all that unique. I also apologize for the basterdization of Estonia's history and Denmark

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Estonia sat down, still feeling uneasy about his decision to hold these interviews. But he couldn't back out now, so he willed himself to be strong and felt strangely reassured when another nation entered. It was Australia. Odd, considering Estonia had never even recalled talking to the nation before, let alone Australia being interested in him that way, but his grinning demeanor—plus his lack of business attire—put Estonia at ease.

"Didja get my flowers?" Was the first thing Australia said, with a grin, as he sat down in front of the Baltic nation. Estonia flushed, suddenly remembering the blockade of flowers in front of his hotel room and how he and Switzerland had kicked them aside.

"Uh . . . no, sorry," he lied. Australia looked a tad disappointed and said,

"Really? Damn . . . I guess I'll have to send some more then." But he didn't seem all that concerned. Not sure how to respond to the persistence of the other, Estonia looked down at his sheet and decided to start with that.

"So . . . what are your thoughts on love and sex?"

"Well, I've never been in love, so I can't really say much about that, but sex can certainly be awesome. I guess, outside of pleasure, it could be used to bring people together or something."

Estonia looked back down at his paper, skipping over the next question.

"If you were to make it to the next round and were to take me on a date, where would you take me?"

"Probably to a beach. Haven't really thought much about it, to be honest, but it just sounds like a place you need to go. No offense. But when's the last time you went to a beach just for the fun of it?"

Estonia paused and then frowned when he realized that he couldn't think of a very recent time.

"See? That's what I'm here for: to loosen you up a bit!" Australia grinned and, for a moment, Estonia was caught off guard by just how much it reminded him of another person.

"Right. So um, what do you hope to gain from this? Aside from my virginity, of course."

"I'm just in it for the experience, mate, and I just want you to enjoy it. You're really cute, but you really need to smile more!"

"Anything else you want to say?"

"Nah, not really. That pretty much sums up everything."

Estonia shook his hand and terminated the interview. Almost all the interviews took on the same format. With the next interviewee, England, he asked the same general questions. The other came in, looking crisp in a suit, despite his fly-away hair and his handshake was firm before he sat down.

"So, what are your thoughts on love and sex?"

"Well, I think they're both equally important to a committed relationship, but I believe that one can exist without the other."

"Have you ever been in love?"

A pause. "Yes."

Estonia waited for the other to elaborate, but when he didn't, Estonia hastily asked the next question.

"If you were to advance to the next round and were to take me on a date, where would you take me?"

"Oh, I'd probably take you out to dinner or do a little touring. As much as I hate Antonio, I have to admit that his country is beautiful and simplicity has its rewards, you know."

"What do you hope to gain from this? Aside from my virginity . . ."

England gave a wry smile. "Not much, really, unless you count saving you from bastards like France."

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"Only that I'm sorry the childishness of a few nations has forced you to this, but I'm not sorry for this chance," he held out his hand, his grin distinctly slyer.

"I hope to show you what a true gentleman is like."

The next country, surprisingly, was Greece, another nation Estonia never recalled talking to before. He came in looking somewhat like he had just rolled out of bed (though, judging from what Estonia had heard about him, that may have well been the case). He held a kitten in his arms and scratched behind its ears when he sat down.

"What are your thoughts on love and sex?"

"Hmm," he began slowly, voice deep like a purr, "I think they are both important to life. But sex doesn't equal love. Love has no substitute," he nodded slowly.

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Yes," he half-smiled, "many times."

"If you were to advance to the next round and were to take me on a date, where would you take me?"

"Hmm, probably the park or something else calm and nice. Where we could do whatever we want."

"Is there anything you hope to gain from this?"

Greece paused, thoughtful, and then smiled. "It's nice being with someone, you know? Special. I like the feeling of that."

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

" . . . Do you want to hold her?"

Estonia blinked at the kitten being shoved into his personal space and begrudgingly took the animal. "Sure, thanks," he mumbled, a little confused about the strange transfer.

"She likes you." And the kitten indeed appeared to like him. She curled up on his lap, making Estonia smile a little and he reluctantly began to stroke her back.

"What's her name?"

"Pandora."

Estonia raised his eyebrows and asked incredulously, "Seriously?"

"Yes," Greece answered with a fond smile, "she gets into everything."

They basked in comfortable silence for a little while before Greece left, taking his kitty with him, and the next nation entered. It was America. Estonia didn't know why the sight of him made butterflies appear in his stomach—he should have, after all, foreseen that America would make it through. The younger nation gave a small wave when he entered with a little, "Hey."

Estonia sighed when he sat down. "Mr. Am—Alfred."

"Look: I know what you're thinking. Why am I here? That was a pretty shitty date and how I treated you was even shittier. I know I probably don't deserve a second date, but I'll be damned if I don't try."

Estonia was shocked for a moment by the passion in America's little speech.

" You . . . you aren't going to leave if I tell you to, are you?"

America grinned. "Nope."

"Even if I call Switzerland?"

"I'm not afraid of him."

Estonia tried to keep the smile from his face. "Well, I guess I have to interview you then."

The interview went well; America's outlandish tastes seemed to have been reigned in somewhat. The only truly surprising answer was the activity of the date.

"I'd take you stargazing."

Estonia's eyebrows rose into his bangs. "Really?"

"Yeah! A-and not like in a mushy-girly way or anything!" he blushed, "just, you know, stars are awesome. I like finding the constellations and looking for planets and stuff."

And then misreading Estonia's expression, he exclaimed, "But if that's really lame, we don't have to do that!"

Estonia quickly assured the other that it wasn't and they continued. When the interview ended and America left, Estonia felt slightly more hopeful about the prospects of the bet until the next nation entered. It was Denmark. And maybe, under different circumstances that would be okay and Estonia might have been able to distance the past Demark from his current day, happy-go-lucky counter part. But this was difficult. Denmark was one of the reasons that Estonia made that vow to himself in the first place and it was hard to suppress the sinking feeling in his stomach at the mere thought of Denmark once again vying for his virginity.

"Hey, Eddy," Denmark grinned when he sat down, oblivious to the atmosphere.

Estonia sat still and silent, wondering, like Russia, if it would be better to deny him now or just continue. After all, Denmark was not nearly as potentially violent as Russia.

Eventually, Estonia decided to go through the usual questions until the very end when he asked softly, "Do you remember the scar on my shoulder?"

Denmark visibly paled. "Shit, Eddy, you're still thinking about that?"

For a moment, the smaller blonde was offended. "Of course I'm still thinking about that. Considering these circumstances, it's hard not to."

"Okay, in my defense, every other bastard you've got here this morning has probably done the same, or worse as I've done to you to their conquests. I . . . I can't change history Eddy, and I wasn't myself back then."

"This isn't about history, it's about trust."

"I know I was a real jerkass to you, I'm not proud of it, but I've apologized like a billion times already. I honestly thought we were past that." If possible, Estonia only looked more annoyed.

"We're not past that when you're applying for my virginity. Do you remember what I told you that night?"

Denmark sighed and looked suddenly defeated. "Yes. You told me that you were saving yourself for my god."

It had been a lie at the time. Even now, Estonia couldn't find it in himself to believe.

"Do you know why I said that?"

A pause. "To protect yourself from me."

"And what else did I say?"

"Do we really have to—?"

"Yes," Estonia snapped, looking every bit as visibly upset as though he were reliving everything that they were discussing.

"You said that you could change your mind though, for love."

"And what did you do?"

". . . I promised you that I would be with you forever."

"That worked out well, didn't it?" Estonia's tone was bitter and Denmark stared at him in disbelief. Silence briefly filled the room, apparently stewing a rage inside the Dane.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're lording that over my head now? What, seven hundred years later?"

"It was obviously much more important to me than it was to you," Estonia quipped, eyes blazing despite the heat rising to his cheeks.

"Importance or not, I know a grudge when I see one," he spat and stood, unabashed and unapologetic. Not reaching Estonia's eyes, he walked away, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, "Mental son-of-a-bitch."

And Estonia bit his tongue to keep from responding, trying not to show how much those comments truly stung. He didn't know what made him angrier: Denmark or the truth in his words. Estonia had, after all, forgiven much worse than what Denmark had done. He hat to, it was the only way nations could exist with their longevity.

But Estonia hadn't been lying when he spoke of those words' importance. At the time, it had meant everything to him. Despite how badly he had been treated, he had admired Denmark, loved him in a way. Later, he had been devastated to learn that he was to become someone else's property after Denmark's king died.

But that seemed to always be the case, didn't it? Whenever he decided to open up, he got crushed, ialways/i. And then he'd pull back, holding onto grudges, making sure that no one could hurt him ever again and it only served to push him away from people who actually cared about him. Like Denmark.

The blonde buried his face into his hands and groaned, realizing just how much he had fucked up the last interview. Thankfully, he was saved of much more of this by a, "Hello?"

Estonia looked up, startled. It was Spain.

"Eh, if this is a bad time . . ."

"No! I mean, no, it isn't." Flushing, Estonia reassured the man before beckoning him in. "Please, have a seat."

The interview went fabulously compared to the last one. Spain's cheery attitude certainly helped and Estonia had felt a lingering sense of déjà vu when, for their date, Spain said,

"I'd take you to a little ice cream shop I know. Because you can always use ice cream, no?"

Also at the end, because the thought kept nagging and confusing him, Estonia asked, "No offense, but aren't you dating Southern Italy?"

There was a heavy pause before Spain gave a remarkably sad smile and said, "Well . . . Romano is Romano. I can't wait forever."

Estonia decided not to breech the topic again.

The next, and ninth, nation was Hungary. Estonia was surprised and thankful. Not only did he and the other Uralic nation get along well, but it was refreshing to see a girl, something that he commented on.

"Well, a lot of girls just didn't apply," she replied candidly. "I think most of them think you're gay."

That thought had actually annoyed Estonia. He wasn't one hundred percent gay and he didn't think that he carried himself in a way to be identified as such (in other words, he wasn't Poland). He actually enjoyed looking at a pair of tits every now and then, thank you very much, but he didn't say any of this to Hungary. If she didn't know that, then she wouldn't have been there.

Once he finished with Hungary, Estonia actually found himself looking forward to the last nation. The quicker he got through this whole thing, the quicker he could put this behind him and move onto the next stage. The last two interviews had cheered him up considerably and he found himself hoping that this final one would make up for the blunders in his previous interviews.

The door opened and Estonia's breath caught.

It was Finland.