Hey, everyone. I'd like to apologize for my unexpected hiatus. Once I got back from my trip, my brain kinda got stuck in Vacation Mode. Then I had a bunch of school crap to do, and, yeah... ^_^'
Anyway, I'm so sorry, and I give you all full permission to throw things at me. They don't even have to be soft; feel free to crack me a good one with a brick. I deserve it.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T DESERVE TO OWN SOMETHING SO AWESOME AFTER I WAS SUCH A JERK! TT^TT
On an ordinary, average, boring da- Oh, who are we kidding; this is Night's house. On yet another crazy, insanely weird day, a deafening yell echoed through Night's house.
"NIGHT! WHERE ARE YOU?"
Said curly-headed teenage girl yelped, falling off her bed in surprise. She sat up, nursing a bruised head as she removed her fuzzy headphones and looked blearily around the room.
"Whazzat?"
She turned to the door to see all the nations standing there, arms crossed as they glared down with disappointed expressions. Night's eyes widened as she scrambled back and buried her head in a pillow.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!"
There was no reply to her muffled cry of terror. Glancing up warily, Night saw them all still in the doorway, glaring with the same expressions. She slowly put the pillow down, still slightly fearful.
"Uh… what… didn't I do?"
"Why haven't you been writing?" Hungary demanded, her angry expression mirrored in all of the other nation's faces. Night cocked her head, confused.
"What?"
"You're supposed to be writing about us, remember?" Germany spoke up, stern as ever.
"Yeah, but you haven't done anything in over three weeks! You've just been sitting around!" Romano looked like he wanted to add a curse or twelve in there, but Spain put a hand over his mouth. Night got to her feet, still cautious as the nations hadn't relaxed their angry postures.
"But, I thought you guys don't like that I'm writing about you." She responded hesitantly. America stepped up to the front.
"Well, we totally don't. Especially since you're kinda annoying when you're always following us around with that stupid bo- Hey, DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"
Night looked around frantically for back-up, namely Maya, but her friend was nowhere to be found. (Note: Maya, upon hearing the nation's plan to stage a writing intervention for Night, decided to spend the day in Night's imagination with the rest of the OC's doing something productive. She is currently with Willow in the gym tearing robots apart with her battle axe.)
Oh, well, looks like she'd just have to wing it, then. "Uh, there… hasn't been anything interesting to write about?"
She received an incredulous eye-roll for her trouble.
"Oh, come on, we all know that's utter bollocks." England said wearily. "Or did you forget what happened with Russia and the pudding yesterday?"
"Or my awesomeness having that heavy metal concert on the roof Tuesday night?" Prussia added with a smirk, fist bumping a grinning America.
"Or a couple days ago when you took all my maple syrup and turned the whole house into a giant slip-n-slide?" Canada pitched in quietly, clutching Kumajirou closer as if warding off the horrors of all the wasted syrup.
Night flushed, looking down at her feet. "Okay, okay, I admit it! I didn't write because I'm lazy, and I had homework, and I've been working on other stuff. I just haven't had enough to do everything I want to do! I'M SORRY!"
She immediately burst into tears and threw herself into Canada's arms, knocking a disgruntled Kumajirou to the floor. Canada sighed, but patted Night on the back; he knew from experience that they wouldn't be able to get her to let go unless she wanted to.
Night looked up, tears miraculously dry as she tapped a finger to her chin. "Hmm… I hadn't had anything planned to write, but your complaints have given me an idea." She grinned impishly, and the nations exchanged wary glances.
"FLASHBACK EPISODE!"
"…"
"…"
Night waited expectantly as the nations stared back with thunderstruck (Hey, betcha thought I forgot about my little 'synonyms for confused' challenge. Nope! One step closer~!) expressions.
"…What?"
"A flashback episode! You know, where you flash back to previous episodes. Except we'll do it with stuff that the readers haven't seen yet!" Night grinned. The nations still looked thunderstruck.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope!" Night laughed. "Okay, so I guess we'll start with what Russia did to all my pudding…"
Her voice seemed to fade slightly as the scene blurred and got dimmer….
"What are you doing, aru?" China asked Night, who was lightly jiggling the camera lens. She grinned a bit sheepishly.
"Uh, nothing?" She turned to look offscreen, yelling at someone that wasn't in the camera range. "ROLL THE TAPE!"
The scene fades to black before brightening again to reveal Night's kitchen. There is a moment where nothing happens, then Russia walks in, trademark creepy smile on his face. He looks around for a moment before his eyes rest on a pot simmering on the stove...
The Russian furrowed his brow and looked closer. After a cursory sniff at its contents, he grinned, identifying it as pudding. He took another whiff, then frowned. It was missing something… But, what?
After a moment of deep thought, his eyes widened in realization. Vodka, of course! He pulled out the flask that he always kept in his coat pocket and began pouring vodka into the pot. He hummed happily as he stirred in his favorite alcohol.
He'd only been there for a minute when he heard the door open, and a startled screech of "AIYAH! What are you doing?"
Russia turned around, still pouring as he met China's horrified gaze with a bright smile.
"Cooking!"
China was appalled as the copious amounts of alcohol destroyed his dessert before his very eyes. "Th- that was supposed to be for- HOLY SHIT, STOP POURING!"
Russia turned back around just in time to see the vodka overflow the pot, spilling over the sides and onto the lit stove.
It took a total of three seconds for the entire left side of Night's kitchen to go up in flames. Russia turned to China, who was staring at the destruction, aghast.
"Maybe we make s'mores instead, da?"
With a slight ripple, the scene switched back to Night and the rest of the nations…
"And that's why I had to rebuild the entire kitchen, including the refrigerator," Night glared over at Russia, "AGAIN."
"Hey, wait, I thought Russia wasn't allowed in the kitchen," Spain remarked. England nodded.
"And you said we're not allowed to have alcohol either!"
"Hey, you're right!" Night jumped up, turning excitedly to Russia. "You've broken two rules! That means that you're going-" Her grin faded slightly as Russia stared back at her, creepy grin in place.
"to the…" The creepy grin widened. "Heh, n-never mind…" Night squeaked from her new perch behind Canada's chair. "ROLL THE NEXT CLIP!"
The scene fades, and opens up again in the living room, where Night and most of the cast are lounging around.
Night lay sprawled across the couch, face buried in a pillow as she attempted to think of something to do. With her in the living room were Germany, Italy, England, Russia, China, Romano, Canada, and Hungary, all sitting around doing whatever it is they usually do in their free time. (ie: Reading, drawing, embroidery, eating, etc.)
Their peaceful free time, however, was ruined with an overwhelmingly loud squeal of feedback and a cry (magnified through a microphone) screaming:
"YOU UNAWESOME LOSERS READY TO PARTY? !"
Night let out a yelp, falling off the couch and landing in an undignified heap on the floor. She jumped up, head whipping around as the rest of the cast all turned to each other in horror.
"Prussia!"
They all sprinted outside to see a crowd on the lawn, all staring up at something behind them. Night turned, a horrorstruck expression on her face as she saw the Bad Touch Trio, America, and Maya standing on the roof of the house, all with instruments and matching evil grins.
"MAYA, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?" Night screamed. Maya simply shrugged.
"They needed a bassist!"
She was hold a guitar and standing in front of America, was sitting behind a set of drums. Antonio had a rhythm guitar and seemed to be on back-up vocals, France was standing behind a keyboard, and Prussia was standing in front of the microphone with an electric guitar.
He looked down at someone and nodded, and the rest of the cast turned to see Japan sitting in a makeshift tech booth. He shot a thumbs-up at Prussia before hitting a few switches. The stage lit up in various neon colors, and the performing nations launched into what Night recognized as 'Mein Gott.'
The crowd immediately started screaming and dancing, and Night attempted to weave her way through, muttering under her breath about 'stupid, annoying tourists' and 'backstabbing OCs.'
She was attempting to get to the sound booth to cut the power, but it was hard moving through a sweaty, screaming crowd, and she'd lost sight of the other nations. A pity, she could really use someone like Germany or Russia in this situation.
She finally made it to Japan as the song was ending. Just as Prussia ripped the final chord, the roof exploded with light, letting off blasts of multi-colored smoke and rubble that made the crowd go crazy.
Night waved a hand in front of her face, coughing, and looked back up at the house. To her horror, half of the roof had been completely blown off.
"What- what happened?" She demanded. Just then a boy with dark glasses and spiky gray hair stepped out of the rubble, a huge grin on his face.
"Wasn't that awesome?" He demanded. Night whirled on him just as all the nations approached.
"Just for the record, that last part wasn't my fault," Prussia stated. Night completely ignored him in favor of glaring at the blind boy in front of her.
"BAKUHATSU! You're my OC, you're supposed to be on MY side!" The boy, Bakuhatsu, tilted his head.
"But, awesome concerts need pyrotechnics! Haven't you ever seen a KISS concert?"
Night looked like she was about to explode. "HALF OF THE ROOF IS GONE!"
Bakuhatsu shrugged, unabashed. "Awesome concerts also require collateral damage."
Before Night could go into full-on rant mode, Prussia stepped up, throwing one arm around Maya's shoulders and the other around Bakuhatsu. "You can't be mad at these guys! They're AWESOME!"
Everyone else facepalmed.
The scene fades back to Night and the nations in her room.
"You and Baku still owe me for the roof." Night grumbled. Prussia's eyes widened.
"And, NEXT CLIP!" He cried hurriedly.
The screen fades, and opens again into a scene of total chaos.
"HOLY CRAP, WHAT'S ALL THIS?" America yelled as he stepped onto his room and immediately slipped across the hall, slamming into the opposite wall. Night came sliding down the hall, moving like she was roller skating and weaving between nations, who were either attempting to stay upright or covered in goop and trying to get up.
"Syrup! Lots of maple syrup!" She cried, sliding down the banister as if she was surfing as the rest of the nations started impromptu game of 'try not to fall on your butt.'
Germany had a firm grip on a hall table while Italy was spinning around, trying to get Germany to join them. Hungary had climbed on top of another table and was trying to help Japan, whose shoes made it difficult for him to balance in the rivers of syrup.
"Where did you even get all this bloody syrup?" England demanded, keeping a tight hold on the doorknob of his room. Before Night could answer, an anguished scream echoed from Canada's room.
"MY SYRUP!"
Well, I hope you liked it, and that it was worth the wait. I'll be in the emo corner if you wish to attack me with pitchforks and torches.
Oh, and if you don't know what the song 'Mein Gott' is, it's one of Prussia's character songs, and it's amazing. Here's a link if you want to hear it:
youtube . com / watch ?v= uI-v QUO Eha8 &feature = related
Don't forget to take out the spaces!