Romano glared at everyone and everything. "What the HELL did she mean by that?!" he demanded.
Mexico cackled from her place next to Ireland. "I am going to enjoy your future torture so much."
France sniffed as he moved to the opposite end of the table. "Honestly, why does everyone zhink zhat I'm some sort of molester! Zhat isn't love!"
A loud bang interrupted England's sarcastic comment, making all of the countries look towards the doorway again. The doors had been thrown open by none other than… Australia.
"G'day, mum!" he yelled, bounding over to England and tackling him in a hug. The Briton squirmed and tried to get away from his enthusiastic former colony.
"GET OFF ME, GIT!"
"How did he get out?!" Viva demanded, standing in the open doorway. She stomped away and everyone could hear her shouting down the hall. "EPIC, WE LEFT YOU TO GUARD THE CLOSET!"
"SHUT IT, PUTTANA! YOU TRY HOLDING BACK A DEMON KOALA WITH ONE FUNCTIONING ARM!"
Oh right… Everyone eyed the vicious koala clinging to Australia's arm nervously. Especially England. seeing as he was closest to it. Hungary coughed to get Australia's attention.
"So, are you going to play the pocky game?"
Finally letting go of England, Australia shook his head. "Not yet, I don't reckon our authors quite know how to handle me."
Hungary sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine then, who's next?"
"Spain and Belgium," a sulky and exasperated voice called out. Star had once again entered the room, but she had a grumpy look about her this time, as if she was a bit tired. Romano eyed her cautiously for a second before he registered her words.
"Wait a damn minute! Spain and Belgium?!"
The youngest turned pouted. "Yup. Viva says so." She glared at Spain and Belgium, gave them the, "I'm watching you" gesture, and sulked her way out of the room.
Belgium looked over at Spain, her face serious. "Should we…?" she began.
Hungary shrugged. "Honestly, I don't mind. Watching Romano get jealous is cute." She looked over at Japan. "You're getting pictures, right?"
"Of course."
"Go to Hell!" Romano yelled, flipping them off.
Spain tried to placate him. "It's only a game. It doesn't really mean anything-"
"But that girl said you cheated on Romano a lot with Belgium!" Sealand yelled, popping up beside Russia.
England glared at him. "Aren't you supposed to be with Finland?"
Peter reached across Russia and grabbed a bag of dog treats. "We forgot this," he explained. He skipped out of the room, just before Russia could snag him with his faucet.
Spain gulped nervously as half the nations glared at him. "I would never do that!" he protested.
Belgium nodded vigorously. "Neither would I! As if I would try to come between such a cute couple, honestly!" she lectured sternly.
The South Italian turned his back on Spain. "Whatever. Just get the damn game over with, you idiot."
Spain looked as if he was about to say something, then shook his head and got up. Belgium walked over to the pile of pocky and picked a box at random. "Do you like kiwi?" she asked. Spain shrugged and she pulled one out.
They eyed one another for a moment before Belgium's eyes lit up and she whispered in Spain's ear. Spain's countenance lifted as well and he nodded vigorously.
"What did she say?" Hungary asked no one in particular. Most of the other nations shrugged while Japan just smiled.
The players got into position and quickly started chewing. The rate at which they were going surprised even Hungary, seeing as they were almost halfway done in a matter of seconds. Romano, who was watching out of the corner of his eye, hmphed. His brother looked at him sympathetically and he turned his head. In a few more seconds they were so close they were almost kissing… (From the hallway sounds of an angry fangirl could be heard.)
And then Spain deliberately turned his head, snapping the pocky.
"Oh no, Spain lost," Hungary said sarcastically. "What do you want, Belgium?"
Belgium thought about it. She really hadn't planned this far… Oh!
"I want Romano and Spain to come and visit me with their cats so we can have a playdate!" she said cheerfully, eliciting a chuckle from the whole table.
Romano hmphed. "I'm not part of your damn game! Why should I go?"
"All in favor of ignoring that detail, say aye!" America yelled.
"Aye!" everyone shouted.
"You can't do that-"
"OVERRULED!" Hungary yelled, banging her frying pan onto the table like a gavel. Romano spluttered for a bit before scowling, even more so when Spain sat next to him and pulled him in for a hug.
"You're both idiots," he grumbled, hiding a tiny smile.
A/N: Eheheheh… not my best chapter…
It was good. I have personal problems with SpaBelg… *Angry memories* But still...This was pretty good. Also, gotta love dog treats. :D
Right. *coughstillhorriblecough* BUT I got to fulfill my dream of having Hungary be a judge. :D
Viva, are we still in denial about writing skill? And of course, Hungary must be a judge.
Hush!
No. This was good. Don't you all agree? How many of you were enraged that Spain would be a cheater?! I know I was! *Grinds teeth angrily*
You read too much anti-Belgium fanfiction.
Oh you hush. I know she's a sweetheart, but I won't avoid OOC stuff. You know how empty my favorites folder would be if I did?! XD
Okay... Anywho, HOPEFULLY we'll get the next prize chapter out soon. We're having... technical difficulties. *growls*
