Insert Epic Author Note Here.
I've changed my style due to popular request (i.e. one person) so please do comment and tell us if you preferred this one or the old one. I started my new style where you see the first *. And tell us who you want to see guest-starring this chapter (not OCs) like Sebastian perhaps? Tell us and we'll make it happen! Isn't that right, Tabatha?
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R and R and enjoy my darlings!
"Hello and welcome back to ze awesome Hetalia: House of Drama!" Prussia once again grinned at the camera, once again at the familiar scene of Seychelles' large white house, with Russia and Canada outside with him. And America.
"Canada broke his camera," Russia smiled as his arm rested on the quaking nation.
"After Alaska threw it at Moscow," spoke Canada, his voice just a whisper compared to the sound of Prussia babbling on about his awesome time off. No one seemed to notice that he spoke. Typical.
"Anyway, let's see what our theme song for this chapter is!" America grinned and pointed over to a famous Briton indeed.
"Hey, Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better, remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better!" Liverpool sang (you expected it to be someone else?).
"Hey, Jude, don't be afraid, you were made to go out and get her, the minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better!" Runcorn began to sing next to his older brother.
"And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders, well don't you know that it's a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder!" Britain joined in next to the two.
"No, you're not having a theme song that long!" shouted an aristocrat, coming over.
"Na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na! Hey Jude!" America and Prussia sang. Soon 'Na na na!'s erupted from the prestigious house. Dublin was probably the most noticeable, hanging his bare bottom out of a window and singing it so loud that even Hong Kong could hear it.
"Prussia, the manager says to get a move on," Japan whispered to Prussia, his fingers on his ear piece.
"Tell the manager the awesome I shall get America to do so," Prussia hissed back at the raven haired man. And with that, Japan scampered off to the garden shed and disappeared. Meanwhile, Prussia was whispering in a certain hero's ear.
"Alright Dublin!" America shouted upwards. The 'Na Na na's were still going, getting stronger and stronger by the syllable.
"NA!"
BANG!
"Na-OW!" Dublin fell rapidly from the window, rolled on the roof and fell violently to the floor.
"And that's why we don't have that many guns in Britain." Britain nodded to Liverpool. The adolescents ran to the nearest windows to see what happened.
"Because America would shoot everyone?"
"AHH! I'M IN PAIN AND YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT POTATOES?"
"They weren't even talking about potatoes!" Czech shouted downwards.
"Did someone say vodka?"
"No, Moscow, they were talking about-"
"STRUDEL!"
"Vienna, stop changing the subject-"
"There you are, Vienna!"
"Moscow, I was here all the time..."
"PIZZA!"
"Vatican?"
"I felt left out!"
"The awesome I will see all of unawesome you in the EOHT." Before disappearing into the EHoT, Prussia shouted upwards, bored of the scenery already.
In England's Hall of Torture...
"More announcements!" Prussia shouted as he stood up on to the table. "Firstly, my (awesome) campaigning skills have got Hawaii kicked out of the show!"
"Wait, why?" Hawaii whimpered.
"Because, you bore me with your unawesomness. Now out!" Prussia commanded.
"Doesn't she at least get a kiss of the people she fancies?"
"America and Japan, right?"
"Nein! I hate JapanxHawaii," Prussia growled. "It's so unawesome!"
"I'll walk you up." Alaska said as he rose from his seat.
"Thanks." Hawaii sighed, defeated.
"Stuff walking, I'll carry you!" In unison, Liverpool and Runcorn jumped up from their chairs. Staring at the mustardy-yellow walls, Vatican felt rather guilty.
"You can have my pizza," Vatican whispered gently to the (normally) cheerful girl.
"Yeah, and you can have this home-made strudel," Czech offered as well. Vienna and Alaska smiled at their leader's quick-thinking, except Moscow wasn't so hard to fool.
"I thought that was Vienna's strudel..." Moscow stropped like a little child as he confronted Czech.
"Ja but I'm sure she doesn't mind," Czech grinned. "Do you Wien?"
"Nein, I'll let you off. Think of it as a special gift!"
"Don't eat it all in one go, Moscow has probably put vodka in it."
"Actually, I was the one who had put Guinness in there." Dublin grinned cheekily.
Alaska and Vatican walked Hawaii to the dock whilst Runcorn helped Liverpool with the ship. Everyone else cluttered near the steamy windows to try and grab a glimpse. The sky was an orangey-pink and the sea looked navy blue.
"Bye everyone!" Hawaii laughed as she stepped on to the main part of the dock.
"Actually, there are a few things you've got to do before you go!" Liverpool chortled as he opened up the boat's doors open.
"Like?"
"America! Japan!" Runcorn clapped his hands. Slowly, the duo emerged from the boat.
"KISSES!" America boomed.
"Now, form a line." Vatican stood in front of Hawaii and extended his arm. The boys lined up, including some of those who were watching in the window. Embarrassed, Hawaii gave them all a little kiss on the cheek.
"That's me happy for the rest of the day." Runcorn winked.
"You can skip me." Alaska advised Hawaii. She made her way to the next person in line.
"No, that won't be necessary child!" Vatican laughed gently, patting her shoulder.
"Okay. You want one Moscow?" Hawaii looked up to see the Russian staring back down at her.
"Nyet, I'm Russia. That's Moscow." Russia pointed to his son next to him.
"Da, I would like one." Giggling, Moscow bent down so Hawaii could reach him. Quickly Hawaii done the deed.
"Hawaii, we need to go now."
"Oh okay. Goodbye everyone! Alaska will pass my number round!" Hawaii waved as she popped onto Liverpool's boat. They sailed off into the distance and a certain Catholic started crying.
"Vatican?"
"I don't like it when people leave. Especially the nice ones. Especially those who give me pizza!" Vatican howled.
"It's okay Vatican; we'll see her in the finals." Canada spoke from behind the camera.
"SPOILERS! CANADA! GET HERE AND LET ME SPANK YOU!" Prussia shouted from the house.
"Maple leaf..." Canada sighed.
As the OCs made their way back to their rooms to get ready for the "Big Move", Alaska had asked Moscow why he got a kiss. Moscow was heard to reply: "It's good to keep her on her toes."
*In the Girls' room
Vienna didn't need to say anything as she sat down on the edge of the bunk bed closest to the door. Another bunk bed was against the other wall, on which Czech silently removed the bright pink covers on. Vienna didn't need to say anything as her eyes scanned the wall opposite her, its purple paint barely visible underneath all the scribbles in blue ink.
"Paris suks Alaska" (Paris and Warsaw had an argument that day over a handbag)
"WarsawxVilnius TIL WE DIE!" (Paris wrote that once they made up)
"Copen wants Dubby" (Georgia wrote it for a giggle)
"Vat totes gay for Berz" (California tried to scribble it out but London loved it.)
"Girls rule the world, boys fuck it up!" (That was a team effort)
"Vi is a NAZI! Berlin is a German! Wotz worse?" (Paris, Vienna, Copenhagen. In that order)
They were just a few of the things Vienna read to herself, remembering how each one came about. She visualised Paris talking on the phone whilst Warsaw threw everyone's clothes on the floor just to find her cute handbag. Copenhagen would sit on a cushion and read a book quietly whilst Hawaii would politely giggle to Czech reading Prussia's diary. London would bang her head on the wall every time California and Georgia played Justin Bieber. She remembered Niigata and Atlantis being shy for the one chapter they spent in the room, so the girls made them ink their hands onto the wall too. The day when Warsaw changed the whole room round without telling any of the girls, just because pink was her favourite colour. Yes, they we did have a lot of crazy giggles, Vienna concluded once Czech thrown a pillow at her.
"Come on your majesty! We've got to get ready for when the boys come round!"
The Boys' Room...
The Boys' Room ("it's that epic that it needs capitals!" Dublin often remarks) was an explosion of blue, green, yellow and clothes. Dublin had painted the whole room blue but Runcorn painted his quarter yellow and green. Vatican had hung his flag (Vatican City has his own flag, problem?) and had written the whole Bible and catechism on the wall in Latin. Alaska kept his wall its normal colours and hung pictures of snow, sports and wolves.
Now Alaska was taking off his pictures, packing away his books, folding his clothes and drinking his secret stashes of vodka. Vatican was sat on his single bed making a daisy rosary (daisy chains but in the style of a rosary) for his American friend. Being more practical, Dublin had taken the responsibility of packing all of Alaska's sport gear into a spare suitcase. Runcorn had the most vital job- sitting on suitcases to try and fit everything in.
The room was silent like a funeral. The only words heard were the chanting of Vatican's Latin blessings, like a priest at a funeral would mutter in English. Runcorn was going to miss Alaska's sarcastic and dry comments on his life style whilst Dublin was more concerned on who was going to tidy up after the three of them.
"Alaska, have you got your toothbrush?" Dublin asked grabbing Alaska's hunting gun.
"No, I'm leaving it as a souvenir to Vatican."
"Awwww! Why thank you my love!"
"Vat, he was being sacar-"
"I wasn't." Alaska said sternly to Dublin. The American State simply didn't know how he felt. This room was the room he could use to escape Czech kick-butt attitude and Vienna's terrible jokes. He used the boys' den to grab a good book and unwind, he used it to have battles of wit with Dublin, and he used it to shout at Runcorn's untidiness. If he needed any advice he had Vatican to give him Biblical advice. For the chapter Berlin stayed over, Alaska got to meet someone on his own level. Now he was going to be stuck with a wild tomboy and an aristocrat on drugs. And a Russian with a mental problem.
"I've finished. Remember us all and know that we are always across the landing," Vatican smiled at Alaska, crying as he did so, "I'm going to miss hearing you howl like a wolf in your sleep."
Alaska nodded thankfully and knelt down so Vatican could put it on his head. The Italian just stared at him and only then did Alaska remember that wearing the rosary beads were disrespectful.
"I'll miss you, la."
"I'll miss you too, govna" Alaska nodded as Runcorn grabbed him into a hug.
"I'll miss you, my little bagpipe!"
"I'll miss you too, my potato!" Alaska replied to Dublin.
"I'll miss you my child."
"I'll miss you too, my gay Catholic friend." Alaska ran out after he said that, hoping he'd get to the Girls' room before Vatican realised what he had just said.
Meanwhile... In a secret island off the cost of Europe a.k.a Great Britain
"Ve~ Ciao! Some viewers have written in saying "What's Hetalia without Italy?" Well, here I am!" N. Italy smiled into Romano's camera.
"Moscow, Copenhagen and Niigata shall be going to Seychelles today! They are just getting ready! Romano, you know what to do!" America chirped: he was epic at this presenting business.
Reluctantly Romano followed his orders and went to find Copenhagen. You see, everyone who was voted out or was in the extras were taken to a special part of Britain, so special that most Brits didn't know it existed. No, it wasn't Runcorn, you cheeky monkey! Or Widnes (it isn't that special, despite what Widnes says). Nope, it was a place called Chuck Norris' Warrington! Or CHW for short. CHW was as warm and as sunny as Spain and as awesome as Chuck Norris. The extras were taken to Chuck Norris' Hotel, where there were a hundred fountains and swimming pools (horrible if you had a fear of water). Let's just say, CHW was a wonderful and magical place.
Romano finally made his way through Narnia to get to Copenhagen, whom was sat comfortable in the hotel lounge, reading a book.
"OI! Copenhagen. Say-a something to the camera!" Romano shouted in his normal angry tone.
Copenhagen calmly shut her book and stared at the camera in her face. "Hello again everyone! I can't wait to get back to Seychelles and check up on my boys!"
"Si, now where is Moscow?" Romano asked the blonde.
"He's in his room. That's pass Narnia and pass the Himalayas." Copenhagen replied as she opened up her book. Begrudgingly, Romano set off for his task, soon realising why Spain refused to be the camera man.
After fighting off The White Witch and climbing Mount Everest, Romano finally reached Moscow's room. Just from standing outside the room the notes of night core tATu smashed down the door. Peeking inside, he found Moscow (in his leotard) doing an anime dance-off with Tokyo. The whole room was indigo, the walls littered with photos of relatives, friends, wolves and cats. The wardrobe was crammed full of dresses, leotards, uniforms, costumes and gloves. The floor was spotless, except for the odd vodka bottle.
"OI! MOSCOW!" Romano's voice wasn't heard behind Malchik Gay.
"EAT THE MELANCHOLY OF HARUHI SUZUMIYA!" Tokyo shouted, starting the dance routine.
"DRINK LEMONADE!" Moscow shouted, pouring lemonade all over Tokyo. Abruptly, the music and the dance-off stopped as Moscow grabbed his scarf (In Paint It White! Russia is knitting it at the meeting) and suitcases and exited the room.
"Moscow-a, say something-a to the camera." Romano said, wondering what he just watched.
"Privyet Beijing! Privyet Kaliningrad! Privyet Aunt Ukraine and Aunt Belarus! Privyet Kiev and Minsk!"
"Where's-a Niigata?"
"She's pass Candyland." Moscow explained pointing to the East. He then began to walk off but turned round to the Italian just to say: "See you at the dock!"
Romano quite enjoyed the trip to Candyland. He sang along with Katy Perry and moshed to Blood On The Dance Floor. He ate a gummy bear alive and drank from the (Coca-Cola) ocean. Being on a sugar rush, he dashed quite quickly to Niigata.
Niigata was in her own room, trying to beat Tokyo's high score on the Night core game she borrowed. Niigata was quite good but she never knew Tokyo actually used Moscow to help her on the high score. Basically, Niigata was trying to beat a high score that two people had done.
"I never understood-a why people like-a this sh*t." Romano growled as he watched Niigata try to fix the chains on her jeans as she danced.
"Pardon?" Niigata asked, not looking away from the television screen.
"Say something to the camera. Are you even packed?" Romano shouted over the music.
"Yes. Hello."
"Meet us at the dock once you're done."
Moscow stood at the dock and waited. Copenhagen was already there waiting. Liverpool was banging his head on his boat. Calmly, America and Italy tried to play Black Jack to pass the time.
Quite excited, Copenhagen grinned. She had only been voted off a chapter and was now returning back but it was fine. She would get to see her boys again, she kind of missed Dublin's naughty giggle and Vatican's peaceful aura. And Runcorn's innuendos.
Moscow was secretly quite nervous. He knew Alaska wasn't fond of him, not many people were, but he wasn't sure what to do about it. Ignore it? Ignore him? Hate him back? And there was Czech, his father's girlfriend. Would he act friendly around her or act like a step-child? Czech was Vienna's Aunt too, what should he do about that? Did he even remember his tablets?
Moscow being Moscow, he didn't let any of this show. He carried on smiling and practiced his tap dancing.
Niigata was feeling quite odd. She had already been mentioned a few chapters ago and she was quite happy. Apparently, her owner rung up the show and asked about her, never really following the series. So Niigata was to get a big role this episode/chapter but she felt quite odd about it. She liked being quiet and hiding away, and now she was to put up with these... these... Wellington Boots?
"Here comes Romano now!" Italy waved at his brother, who was currently snacking on a stolen tomato from the kitchen. Everyone looked up, glad that the wait was over. Liverpool forced everyone on board and then set off into the murky waters.
"Now be nice. Copenhagen had only just unpacked and then she had to pack again-" America explained to the boys in their room.
"COPENHAGEN!" Dublin cut off America once Copenhagen stuck her head round. Did the boys care that Copenhagen just rushed in from Britain? Did they fudge! The only thing they wanted to do was cuddle her, and that is EXACTLY what they did. Okay, so they squashed her in the process but who cares?
"Boys! NEED. TO. BREATHE!" Copenhagen gasped for air as the boys toppled on top of her. Runcorn started kissing her head; Dublin started crying and Vatican had started screaming something about pizza.
"We missed you so much!" Dublin wept on Copenhagen's dirty blonde hair.
"I missed you boys! You're all nuts!" Copenhagen giggled as she freed her arms from Runcorn's grasp. America stood in the doorway, watching, with Niigata next to him.
"Niigata is joining your team for this chapter. Good luck guys!" America shoved Niigata into the frantic room and closed the door behind him.
An awkward silence filled the girls' room as Alaska unpacked. Sure Czech and Vienna loved their tall American friend but... well... How would they gossip about his cute his butt was in front of him? How would they complain about how sexy/annoying his competitive side was? How were they going to have gossip opportunities in front of him?
That wasn't just the only problem. How were they going to stop Moscow killing Alaska? Or vice versa? How were they going to gossip about Moscow when he was in the same room as them? And Vienna had a funny feeling Czech was going to embarrass her by doing it front of him.
"When we settle, we'll put a personal touch on this place. Just like with the boys' room!" Alaska smiled at the girls. Eagerly the Europeans nodded, glad he couldn't read minds.
"What we going to do with the wall?" Vienna whispered to Czech.
"Do as I always do. Leave it and let West do it." Czech shrugged. If right on cue, Germany opened the door and marched in. And with that, Czech commented "You're an angel."
"As so I've been told." Her brother growled, grabbing a set of drawers from the opposite wall. He dragged the drawers over to the barely-purple wall so it covered a chunk of the wall.
"Brother West?"
"Do as Vatican always do. Cover it up." Germany winked as he left, leaving Moscow to walk in by himself.
Moscow glanced around the room. He didn't fancy his chances in a pink and purple room. The only blue was the one blue bed that Czech had changed for Alaska. He didn't fancy his chances with the already-full wardrobe. Alaska was making do with the drawers. Oh well, Moscow sighed in his head, this will be like sleeping over at Auntie Ukraine's.
Without a word, Moscow sat himself on a purple bed and plopped his suitcase beside him. Silently, he grabbed his toiletries, his mobile, his Winnie the Pooh and pyjamas and placed them on his pillow. He then exited the room to set up his toiletries.
Niigata felt like an absolute alien. She hardly remembered who any of these people were and had nothing in common with them. Dublin and Runcorn were having their 12th turn on the karaoke, Vatican City was reading a book she never really heard of (the Bible) and Copenhagen was still unpacking.
"Guten tag world beyond this door!" A voice shouted from behind the door. Copenhagen grinned without looking up from the drawers. Cheering, Dublin and Runcorn paused their karaoke sing off whilst Niigata stared blankly at the Italian. Vatican smiled to himself.
"Back already is we?" Dublin shouted as he let Alaska in.
"Couldn't stand one more second of Night core!" Alaska gasped, as if it was suffocating him.
"We're doing karaoke!" Runcorn exclaimed.
"That's even worse!" Alaska laughed as he sat himself down next to Vatican. Niigata still didn't have a clue what was going on, but the thought of dancing to night core sounded wonderful.
"Can I go and see the night core?" Niigata asked Vatican meekly. Strategically, Niigata decided he looked the nicest; his warm Bambi eyes and warm smile.
"Of course you can my little lavender." Niigata wasn't too sure being compared to lavender was good, but oh well. She went anyway.
"What takes you to our humble domain?" Copenhagen asked Alaska. The trio sat in front of Alaska like children sitting in front of a parent about to read a story. Vatican closed his Bible but stayed where he was.
"I just told you! Moscow and Czech are doing some dance-off game with Night core."
"And Vienna?"
"She's doing' the electric piano part of the game, isn't she?" Alaska huffed.
"Any funny stories since the few hours you left us?" Runcorn questioned.
"Moscow accidently put my boxers on. All we heard was a rip and a yelp." Alaska's mouth twitched at the memory.
"So that was what it was? We thought Vat heard about my BerlinxVatican campaign!" Dublin commented. Uncertainly, everyone glanced at Vatican. He didn't make a sound and his smile was still tainted his lips.
"Anything else?"
"Czech's innuendos. Hilarious. If only Moscow understood why Vienna was jumping out of the window." Alaska winked at his fellow boys (and girl).
They all giggled and started telling jokes, which I can't tell you because they weren't appropriate for a T fanfiction. Alaska and Copenhagen stopped laughing once they heard what Runcorn had to say. Vatican became very alarmed indeed. So alarmed in fact that he went to visit the other team.
*********************** (Who needs lines when you have flowers?)***********************
Vatican dashed across the landing faster than Italy runs in retreat. He opened up the unfamiliar pink door and rushed in.
He found Niigata singing, Czech playing a guitar, Vienna playing an electric piano and Moscow dancing.
"Let's see Tokyo try and beat this high score!" Moscow giggled, as he carried on dancing. Vatican soon realised that they were playing a game on the TV (which was stolen from The Staff Room). It was like a dance game and music game rolled into one. They played modern, well known songs sped up and high-pitched. With little remixes too. Vatican, often stuck listening to choirs and opera, began getting a headache very quickly.
He also began to notice that they were very good at this game. They were bound to be: Czech played the guitar in a band; Vienna had been playing the piano since she was a settlement; Moscow attended a dance school and Niigata just loved music.
"VATY! GRAB THE TAMBORINE!" Czech shouted above the music. Reluctantly Vatican did as he was told.
Once Alaska had gotten too annoyed by Runcorn and Dublin's silliness, he went back to the NFF's room to find Vatican unconscious on the floor. Runcorn and Niigata dragged him back to his right room. After fanning Vatican, he soon came about.
"Ber-Berlin? Is tha-that you a-again?" Vatican asked limply, struggling open his eyes.
"No. It's me, Dublin."
"Dub-lin? Hmmm?" Vatican's eyes kept closing after a battle to open them.
"Yes. All the others have gone to bed." Dublin whispered as he fidgeted with his kilt.
"Have the British captured me?"
"No, this is your room." He wasn't getting anywhere. The Italians limbs batted around violently.
"Lies. Where is Roma?" Dublin stood up. What on Earth was going on? Why was Vatican acting oddly? And what was he going to do? Who was Roma?
"Roma is... busy." Dublin lied.
"ITALIA! ITALIA! PATER! PADRE! BABBO!" Vatican cried out, his body becoming more violent. (Italy, Italy, father, father, daddy).
Dublin, not 100% stupid, recognised Italia as a cognate. So the Irishman did what he thought was best: Get Italy.
With the fainting of Vatican, the new NFF room had become very silent. Czech had predicted that the first night would be more like a silly sleepover, not as boring as this. Moscow was sound asleep, cuddling up to his Winnie the Pooh. Alaska was still up, reading a James Bond book. Vienna was listening to her iPod, which meant she could've been asleep for all Czech cared.
"Moscow isn't what I first thought he would be," Alaska told Czech. "I thought he'd be sportier, manly but he's more like a little girl."
"Shut it, Alaska." Vienna snapped sharply.
"I thought you'd know him from when you lived with Russia." Czech quizzed the American state.
"I never met him properly. I was always hanging out with Kaliningrad. But I did meet St. Petersburg." Alaska shuddered. His voice was bitter and cold.
"He is a complete moron." Czech nodded.
"It's weird. You're dating Russia, Vienna's dating his son and I hate them both." Alaska growled.
"Perhaps the strings of fate are pulling us together due to one factor." Alaska's head whipped round to Moscow.
"He talks in his sleep." Czech explained to Alaska. By now Czech was sat on Alaska's bed and Alaska had put his book down.
"Still, I thought Moscow would be more like his brother." Alaska whispered. When Vienna was listening to music, she couldn't hear the outside world. But she could once it got to the softer, quieter part of her symphonies.
"Seriously, Alaska, you are treading on icy ground." Czech whispered back. Alaska stared back, confused. "Look, Moscow's behaviour is due to his brother and his father."
"How?"
"Moscow is Russia's son so he's inherited the..." Czech pointed to her temple "Russia always wanted a daughter so Moscow acts this way to please him. Ballet is Moscow's way of grabbing Russia's attention. And the rest just falls into sync."
Alaska nodded meekly.
"He is violent. He is 'manly'. He is a monster. But he's a teddy bear." Czech pointed to Moscow's sleeping head. "You know Vilnius? The Lithuanian?"
Alaska nodded again, remembering him getting voted out on the first vote.
"His servant. Battered in more way than one. Same with the others." Czech explained further. "That's why Vienna worries me so. I don't want to hurt her and yet I don't want him to hurt her."
Alaska's mouth hung open ever so slightly. Czech was worried about Vienna? How close were they?
"I bet you a quarter that Vienna's iPod is playing S&M by Rihanna!" Czech grinned, breaking the perfectly deep moment. Alaska grinned back, so he approached the sleeping aristocrat. He was a bit shocked when he thought about Vienna listening to such a... errrrr... odd song!
As he stole Vienna's ear plugs like a ninja and popped them into his own ears, he saw a pair of violet eyes glare at him.
"Wakey wakey kids!" America's voice boomed into the blue/yellow/green room. Emitting a few grunts, the teenagers woke up.
"Good morning you wanker." Runcorn puffed, sounding just like his father. Eventually the teens got ready, America not moving from his spot.
"Where's Dublin?" The girls were in the bathroom getting changed, so it was just Runcorn. It felt alien to get changed in the main room without Dublin's voice commenting "Nice bum!" "Sexy nipples!".
"I'm not telling you." America grinned; glad he knew a secret that Runcorn didn't. Blankly Runcorn stared at him. He hated it when people knew things he didn't, especially when it involved his best mate.
"Where's the Bambi-boy?" Niigata questioned. The small girl just got out of the bathroom from getting changed and she really didn't know Vatican's name.
"Good question! Where is he?" Runcorn told Niigata before quizzing America. The hero grinned once more. Then he zipped his mouth to show his silence. After a few minutes of Runcorn's intense death stare, he unzipped his mouth.
"Prussia said to come down to the EHoT once you done." America smirked cockily and exited the room.
They all stood in the EHoT. There was so much tension that you could practically eat it. The mustardy walls, with their stains from food fights, meant nothing. Neither did the grimy tables. Or England's serving corner with its burnt tuna (don't ask).
Runcorn's pea eyes could kill, if looks could kill. They aimed a death ray to America. A death ray that even Russia never wanted to eat. Niigata stood awkwardly, not too sure on what the atmosphere that dominated the room was all about. Copenhagen giggled nervously, eyes scanning the room for something to lighten the room. Moscow's violet eyes stared coldly out of the window, on to where the Dock of Mock was. The Russian's arms were wrapped around his beloved Austrian, as if someone was trying to take her away from him. Vienna looked upwards, wondering what had happened to Moscow in his sleep. His aurora reflected his brother's (angry, angst, far away) and wasn't childish or cute anymore. Czech bit her lip and glanced over to Alaska. He couldn't even look back.
"Alright everyone-" Prussia was cut off by an eager (if you can call it that) Runcorn.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY TEAM MEMBERS?" Prussia looked over to America and then smiled.
"Don't worry; they'll meet up with you in the Hotel."
"Hotel?" Vienna choked out.
"Ja! This episode's challenge is..." Prussia mimed hitting drums "working at a hotel! Viewers are going to request guest stars and we've already got the Nelson's Eye Patch team there! And the cast of ilurrrverussia's Fanfiction Teenage Diaries will be there too! You guys are going to be cleaning, serving, etc. etc. etc.!"
"WOAH!" the whole group gasped and whistled.
"Wait, you mean the one that I had to pack for, and then I had to un-pack once I got there and then had to re-pack to get to here, and then re-packed here... And now I need to do it again!" Copenhagen whined.
"That one!"
"You mean Shadow's Hotel?"
"Nien, as if we'd make you work at the hotel the winner stays at! No, you're going to work at CNH!"
"OMD!"
"FUDGE YEAH!"
"And before you can ask any questions, we're going to go for a commercial break!" Prussia chuckled to the camera.
"We are?" Canada asked.
"Ja, we are." Prussia glared at Canada.
I know. I wanted some drama since we've been lacking so... yeah! Review and tell us if you like the new style, who you want to be staying as a guest at the hotel (Hetalia and non-Hetalia) and tell me stuff about Chuck Norris. Or if you have any ideas!
ilurrrverussia, over and out!