DIFTF 2

(A/N: aaand I dropped off the face of the earth again. Sorry. School. I'll do my best to update more, since winter break is coming, but I'm not sure how much time I'll have.)

ch.2

The crowd had gone wild. Well, wilder than they already were. By the time everyone had calmed down, Italy had already pushed the surprised Germany off to the side of the stage.

"Okay! Now that that's over with, I have another special surprise! I was looking around at all the cool videos you guys made online and I noticed a picture that showed up a lot, and it got me thinking. I mean, you guys seem pretty smart, so I guess I should trust you right? Ve~ you know the picture I'm talking about, right? The one where I don't have a shirt on and I'm standing with my back towards the camera and I've got that cool back tattoo? Yeah that one."

Germany almost faints. Not that he was too far from it before.

"Italy you are not doing what I think you're doing."

"haha!"

"ITALY NO!"

the small Italian man flings off his shirt, "ITALY YES! Quick girls, restrain him while we get the artist out here!"

Hungary as well as a few of the fans manage to hold Germany back while another group roll out a table for Italy to lay on. A woman with a tattoo gun hops up on stage and begins to work on Italy, while Germany protests.

The rest of the group just sort of stares in shock. That was not the place they thought this would go at all. first kissing, then tattoos? What happened to their sweet Italy?

Poor Austria must have been so ashamed.

Germany is given back the mic and Italy's cue cards and he begins to continue on while Italy is on the table.

"uh… um… anyway next we need Finland and Sweden to head back to the dressing room to prepare for the next event. T-this is a long overdue celebration the fans have been waiting for since day one. In the meantime we will host a Q&A with some other countries."

"America, how do you deal with the stress of being the personification of this hellhole?" A fan asks.

"fake it till you make it, definitely. Honestly I just pretend everything's fine and act like I'm not hearing the voice in my head I thought I beat to death a long time ago. I was hallucinating I think. freaking weird man. Trippy shit."

"China, do you have any parenting tips for us?"

the man giggles, "Make sure they know that you're the boss aru! But at the same time, the kids have to trust you. Also… don't bite off more than you can chew. Honestly I kind of forgot how many kids I've raised. I stopped counting after about 4 or 5."

"Switzerland why do you hate everyone? Do you hate us?"

"I could never hate you all. these idiots up here, I come close to hating. But really they just piss me off. I like all you fans though, and you are welcome at my house anytime… just leave the weird stuff at home."

"Germany… are you okay? You look like you're about to throw up."

"I-I'm fine. This has just been strange is all. Italy has been more confident than usual today and I'm not sure how I feel about it."

this went on for an hour or two longer until Italy Jumped up to show his back to the audience. He struck a pose and the audience decided to scream. Germany decided to attempt to look thoughtful while squeezing his nose to prevent a nosebleed. Everyone noticed.

The tattoo looked great.

Ialy giggled, "if you think the forst part of this was cool, wait until you see what's happening next! Finland, come on out and show everyone your new outfit!"

The curtain was raised and the audience roared like never before.

(And gotta go to bed! See you whenever I have a free moment!)