We are going back to the usual routine. I will do chapters based on your reviews because there are so many. I will occasionally go back to madness. And of course, Runcorn is still here. Anyhoo, enjoy this chapter .
Germany: Hello and welcome to today's Germany Kyle. Due to some… technical difficulties we won't have the theme song today.
Austria: What kind of difficulties?
Germany: Italy is making some pasta so he can't sing it.
Prussia: Who wants beer?
(Prussia is giving the audience some beer)
Germany: OI Prussia.
Prussia: Yeah.
Germany: Where's my beer?
Prussia: Here it is.
(Prussia gives Germany some beer)
Germany: Thanks.
(Germany drinks it all in one go, so of course)
Prussia: IDIOT. You're drunk.
(Prussia and Spain drag him away quickly)
Japan: Okay.
America: THAT WAS AWESOME MAN!
China: Who will be today's host then.
(Silence)
America: Me, me, me, me, me!
Japan: Maybe I should…
Sweden: SHUT UP Japan. It's me.
France: Why not the deviously handsome moi?
(everyone looks at France)
Everyone but France: PISS OFF!
(France leaves)
England: I'll do it.
Runcorn: NO ME!
Europe: EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP.
(everyone shuts up)
Europe: I have already chosen the replacement and it is… me.
Russia: Let mother Russia do it da.
Canada: I could do it.
Bear: Who are you?
Canada: I'm Canada.
(everyone has a riot, until…)
Austria: I'll do it.
Everyone else: WHAT!
Austria: I am the only one who can take this seriously and not fight other such imprudent things. Italy, may I see the list.
Italy: OK!
(Italy gives Austria a piece of paper)
Austria: Thank you. Today we will start off with a young lady whose brother wants restraining order. Belarus is on the show today.
(Belarus comes on, audience claps, Russia hides behind the curtains)
Austria: Why does your brother want a restraining order.
Belarus: I don't know. He drinks too much vodka and it makes him go crazy.
Austria: Haven't you tried to talk to him about his obsession.
Belarus: I have but he gets moody and locks himself in his room.
Austria: Who is your brother?
Belarus: Russia.
Italy: Why don't you ask him. He's right here.
(Italy pulls Russia out of the curtain, Belarus goes to creepy mode)
Belarus: Brother… marry me.
Russia: Get away from me you creepy bitch.
(Belarus chases Russia)
Austria we will be right back after this break.