I haven't updated in so long! :O

Also, before I start this chapter, I want to thank a few people.

First of all, I want to thank Geirdriful for being such an awesome friend. I know, Chinese and literary essays suck, but Hetalia will always make up for that. :D I also want to thank DaphneAngelina for sticking with me the whole way, for BOTH my stories. You are Prussia! *gives cookie*

And thanks to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed! *tosses cookies in the air*

You know, I was checking the medal count for wrestling and I was thinking, Hmm, maybe I should include Japan using his badass ninja judo skills. And guess what? Japan is second on the chart after Russia!

Heh. Just a random thought.

Epic America and Russia fight here (for one of my readers, Girl-With-Phoenix-Wings), DUN DUN DUN...

Without further ado, I present Chapter 10~

HAPPY TENTH CHAPTER! ENJOY~

x Russia x

(A sneak peek at Russia's Facebook Wall)

Marry Me Russia tagged Become One Da in her photo.

belarus_big_brother_

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Become One DaWhere did you get this picture, little sister?!

Marry Me Russia It's our future! We are meant to be together~
Marry Me Russialikes this.

Become One DaI-It's obviously Photoshop, d-da?

Marry Me RussiaHow did you know? I worked so hard and everything...

Become One DaAmerica told me about the program.

Marry Me RussiaSince when did you cooperate with that bastard?

Become One DaSince you started sending me pictures of my own nightmares...

(End of sneak peek)

Russia arrived at England's house extra early, and for a couple of reasons. One: an attempt to dodge Belarus (he didn't succeed; she jumped out from his bathtub). Two: today was wrestling. Nobody messed with Russia in wrestling.

It was probably a little too early, though. At four in the morning, Russia entered England's house from his bedroom window.

Now I can be safe from little sister for the meantime, Russia thought happily to himself.

x England x

Instead of his usual beige-colored ceiling, England opened his eyes to a totally different scene.

The first things he saw were violet eyes. Then a large nose, then a smile, and then a scarf.

England screamed shrilly. The Russian smiled again to assure England, but on Russia it only made the northern nation scarier.

He quickly rolled to the other side of the bed...only to find a certain Belarusian glaring at him.

"Leave...big brother...alone..." she rasped.

England ducked under his covers. "I don't know why this is happening, but I promise not to make anymore scones!"

He relaxed a little after a few minutes, until the covers lifted and he saw the eyes once more.

"Become one with Mother Russia, da?"

xXx

WORLD CHATROOM
9:00 AM

FranceLove: Ohonhonhon~Iggy's not competing today because of an early morning "nightmare", as he put it.

FranceLove: By the way, I forgot where we are holding the next G8 meeting...?

FranceLove: Why is no one answering my question?

UnitedBloodyKingdom: That's because you're not supposed to know, frog. You weren't invited.

FranceLove: What!? Who uninvited me?

UnitedBloodyKingdom: I did, because it's held at my place. No one needs you around.

FranceLove: Your place? Oh, never mind then. I'm not going.

UnitedBloodyKingdom: YOU WANKER! Nobody would go to a meeting at your place, either; the last time we went, you were in the middle of a one-night stand.

FranceLove: It was not! I was teaching sex education! It is a legal academic course, mind you!

UnitedBloodyKingdom: In your country, watching porn is a legal academic course.

xXx

"Italy," England called wearily. He still felt traumatized from the morning's surprise.

"Here! Vee~"

"Frog."

No answer. "FROG!"

Still no answer. "ANSWER ME, YOU BLOODY FROG!" England was really in a bad mood; his head pounded from lack of sleep and his stomach was empty because he didn't have an appetite. Every time he looked down at his Lucky Charms (he especially loved the clover-shaped ones)England swore he saw Russia's face floating around in the milk.

He never wanted to hear another "Become one, da?" again in his life.

"My name is not 'Frog'," France said indignantly. "I refuse to answer to such a discriminating term."

"French fry!" England called, just to annoy France.

France remained silent.

"Alright, he's absent," England chirped, deliberately marking a thick "X" next to France's name.

"Fine, I'm here," France gave in, glaring at England. "Iggy."

England resisted the urge to shoot back an insult and moved on. "Germany."

Germany apparently wasn't competing.

"Japan."

"Hai...I mean, yes, I'm here," Japan answered.

"Spain."

"Hola!"

"Overweight, hamburger-obsessed, loud, annoying idiot," England announced. Why was he feeling so nasty?

There was a short silence, then England's front door exploded into splinters and chunks of wood.

"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!" a certain nation shouted, raising his fists in some sort of victory.

"Wonderful," England said sarcastically. "I just ordered a new door yesterday, after Russia broke it down with his water pipe."

"HAHAHA! I'm the hero, obviously!"

England sighed and finished attendance checking, then snapped shut his notebook. "Alright, you twits, time to start the events. Japan and France are first."

"Ohonhonhon...never underestimate the power of love." France shook hands with Japan, and they stepped onto the large mat.

"3, 2, 1, GO!"

The match began.

x Japan x

At the moment, Japan suddenly forgot all his rules of privacy. He'd practiced his secret technique so many times he could do it at will.

It was something only masters knew...a way of the Japanese, that dated back a thousand years into his past. Japan knew he shouldn't be revealing something of such importance on a random Hetalia fanfic, but at this juncture he had no choice.

This was the technique that Japan had worked to perfection:

"YOUR FOOD SUCKS BALLS!" America shouted, stuffing himself with burgers.

"Pasta is much better than that terrible sushi," Italy scoffed.

Even Germany turned away his miso soup. France sniffed his rice balls and his nose wrinkled in disgust. China made a horrified expression and offered Japan some Chinese pastries. Russia frowned sadly at Japan's offering of pickled plums.

But the worst was England. Everyone rejected Japan's cuisine and began greedily gobbling up England's scones, as if they were the best things in the world.

And then England looked at Japan and grinned. "You will never make food as tasty as mine."

That was the last straw. Japan felt immense anger boiling inside him. How dare they insult his delicacy! They actually thought England made better food? THEY THOUGHT SCONES WERE BETTER THAN MISO?

Something inside Japan cracked. "I! Can! Cook! Dericious! Food! Too!" he burst out, grabbing France's shoulders and throwing the nation to the floor. Japan began repetitiously swinging the poor French like a hammer.

"British cooking is horribrle! How dare they insurlt my rice barrs and pickrled prums! I can make much better food than that...that...janku!"

Breathing hard, Japan slammed France against the mat one last time.

The room was so quiet you could hear a certain forgotten Canadian laughing weakly in the corner.

"Help moi," France whimpered.

Even England looked nervous. "Japan, you win," he said quickly. "Er...next is Russia and America."

Russia and America. The words repeated itself in Japan's mind. Both rivals of the other, both had nuclear weapons, both were immensely powerful nations that possessed superhuman strength...

It was going to be an interesting match indeed.

x Russia x

America and Russia faced each other on the mat, both posed to fight. They glared at each other...or, rather, America glared at Russia, but Russia merely smiled, although his violet eyes said the opposite.

You'd never have guessed it was merely a simple wrestling match; it seemed like the battle between life and death.

The gong sounded, and America charged first. Russia dodged the nation's grab and attempted to lung for his arm, but America moved just in time and seized hold of Russia, slamming him to the floor...almost.

Russia managed to stay on his feet and pried the American's gloved hands off. They began throwing punches at each other; at one point, Russia's scarf moved to wrap around America's left arm.

"Stop, stop!" England yelled frantically. "This isn't a bloody boxing match, for Pete's sake!"

Both countries ignored him. The fight intensified. Both countries were too strong to give in or overcome each other.

At a random point, Sealand appeared out of nowhere.

"Fight, fight, fight!" the self-proclaimed nation chanted, pumping his fists in the air.

"What the bloody-" England turned to Sealand and started lecturing. "What are you doing here!? How many times do I have to tell you to..."

Russia concentrated on the match, trying to push Sealand and England's annoying voices out of his head.

"I am a nation!" Sealand retorted.

Shut up, Russia thought, dodging a right hook. Shut up shut up shut up shut up

"You only have four people actually living in your 'country'," England scoffed.

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

"Officially it's twenty seven," Sealand corrected. "I have my own currency, too! It's called 'Sealand dollars'!"

STOP DISTRACTING ME DA! Russia turned to say this to England and Sealand. At the exact same time, America stepped forward, tripping over Russia's foot. He went sprawling on the ground. Seeing this as a golden opportunity, Russia sat on the nation, keeping him getting up.

"GODDAMIT!" America yelled, his teeth gritted. "I didn't have enough energy bars this morning..."

England heard his yell and turned to the match. Seeing Russia pressing America to the ground, the Englishman grinned out of instinct.

Ha, England thought. Take that, you git. It seems you're not always the best, huh?

"What are you smiling about?" America asked, groaning and scowling. "Anyone notice I'm being crushed by Russia's ass?"

England savored the moment for a few more seconds, then officially claimed Russia as the winner. Russia finally stood. The groaning America sat up, rubbing his neck.

"That wasn't fair," he grumbled, as England gave Russia the medal. "Dude, I tripped, for God's sake! God..."

*SOMEWHERE ABOVE*

God sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Dude, why does everyone blame me?"

(A/N: I actually got this quote from the anime; it was so freaking hilarious when God spoke in a Texas accent. XD)

x Canada x

After a few more matches, it was time for the last match before lunch. After suffering defeat, America didn't do so bad; he beat up Cuba, Egypt, and Estonia, mostly out of anger and humiliation. Russia did even better. He had a match with Japan, won that one, and won matches with Hungary (with slight difficulty), India, Turkey and France.

England cleared his throat. "Next up is Korea and Canadia."

"Da-ze!" Korea cheered. Sealand echoed him, although he probably had no clue what the Korean phrase meant.

England grabbed the young nation's collar and dragged him out of the room. "Go watch Hetalia," he said, and shut the door.

The match started off awkward, mostly because half the time Korea couldn't even see Canadia.

After five minutes, even Canada himself seemed to be getting frustrated. "I'm here," he would say occasionally, but Korea never heard him.

Then Canada remembered what Kuma had said. If he could make England take him out for drinks, then he could make himself visible, at least to Korea.

"I'M RIGHT HERE!" he shouted in his loudest voice. Korea jumped and seemed to see Canada for the first time. Smiling, Korea pounced on Canada, knocking him to the ground. "I OFFICIALLY CLAIM YOUR VITAL REGIONS!"

Canada didn't even try to resist. He was too happy because he'd been noticed. Again.

There really was hope, after all. Especially in the Olympics.

Sealand actually does have its own currency. Only four people live there; the other 23 are probably visitors, tourists, or...criminals from the UK? Just kidding, I really have no idea. XD

Well, hope you liked this chapter, Girl-With-Phoenix-Wings! I actually got writer's block in the beginning, but naturally, it faded after rewatching all my favorite Hetalia episodes.

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