Kagaya: Welcome back!
Hungary: This will be the final part of the cultural festival. I hope you've enjoyed it.
Kagaya: Also, we want to thank everyone who reviewed!
Hungary: We love you readers!
Kagaya: Can we stay here? I don't want to clean!
Hungary: This is NO time to be lazy! We have to save our club!
Kagaya: You just want a place to stash you're books...
Hungary: Enjoy~
Kagaya: You didn't deny it either.
United Nations High, Principal's Office
"Ve~ I'm pretty good at cleaning." Italy supplied, breaking through a very awkward silence.
The principal got up on shaky legs, walked to Hungary, then fell to her feet. Ms. Pangea looked up at her with the most thankful expression that the third year had seen in her entire life.
"Thank you! Thank you," the principal bowed in a Japanese fashion.
"Wow, she goes all out during the festival, doesn't she?" England thought to herself.
"Ah, but I didn't say that we'd do it free of charge dear principal." Hungary grinned haughtily. "Such a difficult feat to do in a matter of a couple of hours..."
"You're right president, I read in the student handbook that we could sue the school for things like this. Free, extremely laborious, work. Though Hungary and I may be eighteen, some of the members are not." Kagaya stepped forward and folded her arms across her chest.
"Ve~ Blackmail. Scary..." Italy thought to himself.
"What could possibly compensate?" Hungary smirked. "Any suggestions, assistant?"
"None at all, Ms. Pangea, what about you?"
"No! You're not getting your club back! That "club" is a deplorable representation of the high school, I won't allow it!" Ms. Pangea answered defiantly.
"Is that your final decision?" Hungary said steadily.
"Yes, it is."
"Well then, we'll be off, sorry to bother you." Hungary motioned for everyone to follow her as she walked out. Kagaya closed the door behind them.
"5...4...3-" Austria counted softly.
"Okay! You win! Alright? If you manage to make today successful, you can keep the club! But that's ONLY IF you can." Ms. Pangea's hair was sticking out everywhere.
"Dudes, the thing starts at 11... look at the time, it's 10:30. How exactly can we clean the whole school in half an hour?" America checked his phone (which he wasn't supposed to have.) Though Ms. Pangea just stopped caring altogether.
"We can't, it's impossible." Germany said.
"Ve? We have to! We have to, Germany!" Italy tugged on Germany's uniform.
"Italy, I don't see how that could happen..."
"We just have to have faith in our cleaning skills!" Italy said.
"Actually, I have an idea." Prussia pointed out.
So, they ended up actually not having to clean at all. Thanks to Prussia's (actually brilliant) idea. They slapped a board on the front of the school that had the word, "yakuza" painted on it in red.
That saved a LOT of time and effort.
"Well, THAT was anti-climatic." England muttered, he tugged at his fingerless leather gloves.
"How'd you know about the term, yakuza?" Kagaya asked the albino after he finished hammering the sign onto the school.
"Hungary," He answered flatly, "It was like her obsession or something during middle school..." he hopped off the ladder, "totally unawesome."
"Watch it, Beilschmidt." Hungary warned.
"To think, our graffiti would actually be part of the cultural festival... now that's what I call awesome." Prussia stuck a fake adhesive scar across his cheek.
"Ah, I like that we get to dress tough. It brings back memories." Spain slicked back one side of his hair. "Reminds me of my delinquent days..."
"Delinquent?" Romano asked.
"You didn't know?" Prussia slipped on a long black jacket. "Before he mellowed out, this dude beat the snot out of gang members during free period."
Romano tried to suppress a growing blush.
"You're so cute Lovi!" Spain gushed.
"Ve~" Italy flailed his arms, effectively preventing his brother from punching the Spaniard "Look! Look! People are coming! It's cultural festival time!"
"Since our cafe is still shut down (which sucks, by the way) I guess I'll go enjoy what the school has to offer." Kagaya turned to leave.
"Germany! Germany! I want to see the play in the auditiorium! Canada's in it! I want to see him act!" Italy tugged the blonde away.
"Dude, England and I are followin' you guys, okay?"
United Nations High, Auditorium
"...and thus the fair princess slept for one hundred years after pricking her finger," the narrator spoke into the microphone.
"England, there's Mattie, d'ya see him? There sleeping on the bed!" America got up and pointed to the stage.
"He's the... princess?" England raised a bushy eyebrow.
"Well, our family (and the majority of his friends and classmates) always said he had the physique that was perfect for dresses. So they (the female ones) used to make him wear all sorts of things. You gotta admit though, he looks awesome in a purple dress."
"Ve~ he's so pretty!" Italy praised.
"The prince fought the dragon valiantly, stopping at nothing to get to the sleeping beauty. Armed with the charmed sword and shield, the dragon soon met its death."
"Whoo! Go prince-guy!" America hopped up waving his arms around like a maniac. "Justice prevails! HAHAHAHA!"
It was inevitable that the audience would turn around and shoot daggers at the (extremely) obnoxious student. England swore he heard some hissing as well. He grinded he teeth together and pinched the, now applauding blonde, on the back of the leg.
It effectively made him sit down and shut up.
"You're such a killjoy, England." America muttered, he nursed his wounded calf.
England huffed.
"Fair princess, awaken from your centinnial slumber as I place a kiss on thine lips," the "prince" said.
Canada's brow furrowed, if he remembred correctly, they had strictly said that there would be no kissing, at all. Under no circumstance, whatsoever. So what he was supposed to do! Right now, he was still in a coma! Canada felt his classmate's breath ghost over his lips and started panicking.
About two seconds later, he heard thundering footsteps come pounding across the stage, and was swooped off the (prop) bed. Canada eyes immediately fluttered open, a distressed Lars grimaced as he stormed out of the auditorium.
"Lars, what're you-"
"Something stupid." Lars cut off immediately.
"That oaf! He's taking away you're brother! Who is he anyway?" England spat as he watched them leave.
"Oh no, that's just Lars don't worry about it, dude." America waved it off.
"But-"
"He's Mattie's best friend, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that he just saved him some embarrassment. Anyway, I guess the play's over... and I'm getting kinda hungry."
"Overweight git."
"Am not! I have a six pack and you know it!"
United Nations High, Some Hours Later
"Students! And uh...Kagaya." Ms. Pangea stood at the podium in the auditorium. "I see that you've already noticed the unique style of our school. I'm proud to say that this year's festival was a success!"
The auditorium thundered with applause.
"Though this may seem odd... the theater production that had the largest audience was the one titled, "Journey of a katana. Second place is Sleeping Beauty (despite the princess being kidnapped.) Third place is Snow White. Congrats, and you guys get free cafeteria desserts for the rest of the month!"
There was a sharp cough somewhere in the mass of students. Ms. Pangea began to stammer.
"A-a-also, I'd like to mention that the YM Club has collected the m-most money for this year's cultural festival... and so I -gulp- I declare them a crucial asset to this high school..."
Once again, the students began to clap. Some more wildly than others, the principal at the podium was seriously taken aback. She had no idea that the YM Club was so widely known in the school. Hungary was a bit surprised herself, she could have sworn that it was more obscure.
"Ve~ Yay! The club is back! It's back! Germany! Germany! Did you hear that?" Italy clung to him, making small noises of happiness.
"I get to see you in cute dresses again, Lovi!" Spain beamed.
"No you won't because I'm quitting!" Romano folded his arms and avoided eye contact.
"You actually let me call you, Lovi!" The Spaniard hugged the brunette next to him.
"That's only because the old hag let us keep that stupid club, okay? Not because I'm happy or anything, I mean my stupid little brother probably wouldn't stop crying and I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of my life because of it."
"Congrats, Hungary." Austria smiled warmly at the club president.
"I couldn't have done it without my wonderful models and assistant now could I?" Hungary grinned back.
"Agh, I just know that this club is going to take years off my life." England sighed bitterly.
"Don't think to much into it. Just go with the flow!" America whooped along with some boys behind him.
After the short assembly, the club members took the liberty of taking down the tape and removing the cafe decor. Romano took it upon himself to burn the dresses in the bonfire that was burning behind the school.
...and thus ended another year of United Nations High's cultural festival.
Kagaya: Well, things went as normally as they usually do every year.
Hungary: Guess what I found out!
Kagaya: ...what?'
Hungary: Whoever quarantined our clubroom messed with our manga collection!
Kagaya: messed with our- is there something missing?
Hungary: No... there's actually more than what we had before!
Kagaya: Yeah... about that...
Hungary: Kagaya, what did you do?
Kagaya: I kinda spent some of the money we made, and I kinda bought some stuff. Kinda.
Hungary: *sigh*
Kagaya: Well, see you next chapter!
Hungary: Wait! Wait! Happy belated birthday Kagaya!
Kagaya: Aww... thank you!