Disclaimer: Hell's Kitchen is a reality show produced by Chef (and former football player) Gordon Ramsay. Hetalia and all further anime adaptions are the work of Hidekaz Himaruya.

DAY ONE: PART TWO

"What are you so happy about?" England looks sideways at France as he and the rest of the Jellies arrive from a pleasant afternoon at the spa. He is tomato red and wishing the day was finally over. France sashays his goods, only infuriating England more.

"I could get used to this, you know…" goes through Germany's head. Being a Nazi drill sergeant wasn't easy at all. So much stress. This was one of the few chances where he was free to sound normal. Plus, about time he could hit on someone, maybe Hungary… because Russia would poison his food if he so much looked at Ukraine. Prussia is clearly unhappy. Not only he had to clean pile, after pile, after pile of dirty cookware, Germany was eyeing Hungary. "I will make it my second mission to make Hungary mine" he thinks "my first is to win at all costs."

Russia is nowhere to be seen. Apparently, he's hiding inside the freezer, hoping Belarus won't see him. However, Belarus has spent half the day dolling herself up. The Peanuts are mad knowing they had to do her chores and are considering putting her up for elimination.

*AUSTRIA CAM*

"And while I'm at it, Prussia should go!"

"I have nothing else to say, why don't we enjoy some Haydn?"

DINNER SERVICE

FIVE MINUTES INTO DINNER SERVICE

Germany: "WHAT? WHERE DID ALL THIS PASTA COME FROM?"

Italy: "Veeeeee… pasta, is there anything else we truly need?"

*FRANCE CAM*

France is shown crying.

"Why? First war and now this… I have to get a chance to shine… STUPID ITALY!"

-pun intended-

China sneaks up and pats him on the back to console him. Hands France a tissue.

Sweden: "WHERE IS THE BEEF?"

America: "I don't know, all the beef I found at the dorms I'm gonna use it for hamburgers…"

Japan, that pillar of reason and patience, asks if they can all use fish instead and combine it with the pasta. Sweden gives in. Half an hour later, Sweden notices his sous chefs are missing.

Sweden: "Germany! I need you to track down my sous chefs. It is likely they might have escaped."

Germany: "On it, sir!" Oh, Germany. He knew it in his heart. Hell's Kitchen wasn't going to be any different than bootcamp.

ONE HOUR

Ukraine, Hungary, and Spain are happily baking merengues and brownies. Prussia wishes with all his heart he could lock Spain in one of the ovens so he could be that close to Hungary… NO, SPAIN NO, YOUR HAND ON HUNGARY'S WAIST.

*PRUSSIA CAM*

"I get to touch Hungary's boobs! No one else has done it throughout the World Series. No one, dammit!"

TWO HOURS

France, China, Italy, and Spain appear to be consistent. America is glued to the pass. There's no way to move him, because Sweden has given up even with that threatening physique. America smiles, tasting everything. "I could get used to this… it's free food after all!"

England: "You'll get fat."
America begins to cry.

Germany: "I can't find your sous chefs, sir… I'm really sorry…"

Sweden: "No big deal. I need to turn it off now. You know, in case viewers complain we keep going past our allotted time."

Italy opens the freezer in the Jellies side. Russia, and the Baltic countries, have been found.

ELIMINATION ROUND

Sweden won't declare winners tonight. He's pretty sure all contestants are too nervous and would take a victory as a threat.

America, Belarus, and Russia are told to come forward.

America: "Why me?! Italy did nothing but pasta! Hamburgers are more filling and your sous chefs went missing! I'm the hero in everything, remember?" America argues, pain in his eyes.

Belarus: "All I care is looking good to Russia. I can cook for you, but I will always love Russia. Russia should run this show."

Meanwhile, Russia blushes slightly and cowers.

Russia: "Belarus won't leave me alone. I'm doing this for sister Ukraine. Who knows and she might win it. But I don't want Germany OR Prussia near her!"

Sweden thinks…

And thinks…

And thinks… silent as always…

Russia goes. To Hell with the freezers. Besides, Sweden needs him to deliver the booze for cooking and drinking and debauchery. Belarus sobs harder than a woman in labor pains while Austria thinks Haydn might not have heard him well and reminds him it had to be Prussia. PRUSSIA.

Sweden grabs three chairs. On each chair, a Baltic country is seated. And tied up. Until next time, when we hope they will know their positions by heart.

ITALY DODGED A BULLET. WILL HE BE SAVED?

WE DON'T KNOW WHY AMERICA IS STILL HERE.

WILL BELARUS LOSE HER MIND?

YOU DON'T KNOW WHICH COUNTRY DOES THE UNTHINKABLE.

WATCH PRUSSIA DOWN SIX BOTTLES OF PALINKA IN UNDER FIVE MINUTES.