The competition begins! This chapter we don't need to vote but here are the ground rules:

You can't vote for the team that's won the challenge.

Vote for the person you want out.

Make sure it says review for Chapter which-ever.

Can't vote for the person with immortality (explain later).

No racist/religion/sexist/homophobic comments. There won't be any YAOI for a long time now. I don't write lemons so don't worry! Enjoy!

Prussia: Hello! Awesome me is hosting the show Hetalia House of Drama! HHOD for short! This is a reality show on cities, towns and states! Hetalia countries will be hosting and judging! Here we have…. (awkward pause) Sorry, who are you?

?: I'm Canada.

Prussia: We have Canada as our camera man! We were going to let Russia but due to issues he is now sleep man!

Russia: (He's so adorable!) Da!

Prussia: The cook is England… (shivers)

England: (oblivious) I'm going to make them some scones!

Prussia: The OCs who are going to be running around this house are here:

(Big white mansion!)

Russia: Here comes our first victim! Oh, I mean OC, da!

Prussia: (gets over excited) IT'S AUSTRIA!

Canada: No. Since when did Austria have two long plaits?

Prussia: (turns to Canada rudely) Sorry, who are you again? Yeah, thought so!

(Our first OC gets off the boat to be met by Prussia and the crew)

Prussia: (exclaims and points to the Austrian) I know you!

Russia: (Fake presenter voice) Who doesn't? Most countries have conquered her. IT'S VIENNA WIEN!

Prussia: (elbows Russia) That's my job!

Russia: Da, whatever. (evil thoughts)

Vienna: (happily ignorant of the situation) Hello Da! Hello Gil!

Prussia: Quit it! You will now call me Your Awesomeness.

Russia: (looking over the dock) Here comes… India?

Prussia: (looks at his list of contestants) We don't have an India.

(A pretty, lightly tanned girl with head bangs, dark hair down to her thighs, dark eyes, steps onto the dock.)

California: (Quite shy) Hey boys! Hey girlie!

Russia: She has dark eyes and dark hair. Anyone could have gotten mixed up, da!

California: (blushes and goes all quiet)

Prussia: (Awesome presenter voice) Our next OC is a right popular! VATICAN, WE CHOOSE YOU!

Vienna: (whispers to Russia) He's going to win. All the Catholics will make sure he stays in.

(Boy with dark hair, soulful black eyes and olive brown skin steps onto the dock)

The Vatican City: (Turns to the girls) Hello. What is your name?

Vienna: I'm Vienna.

California: I'm California. Who are you?

Vienna + Prussia: (shocked) HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW VATICAN CITY!

Russia: Shush! Our next victim is here.

(Blonde girl and brunette wearing short clothes step onto the dock)

Blonde: Bonjour!

Brunette: (murmurs to herself_ Dash it all! Bloody Wankers forgot to pack my moisturiser!

Prussia: Ahhhh, Paris and London. Hello.

Paris: (walks over to California) I love your hair!

California: Thanks! I love your tan!

London: I LOVE YOUR SHOES!

(Trio squeal and talk)

Prussia: (stares at the silver haired boy at the dock) Holy awesome! It's Russia's twin!

Alaska: (sarcastic) Ahahahaha! I haven't heard that one!

Prussia: (points to Canada) Anything you want to say to the camera?

Alaska: (stares into the camera0 Not all American States are obnoxious little twits.

California+Canada: That's not nice!

(Girl with wavy blonde hair in a ponytail, light tanned skin and caramel brown eyes steps on to the dock)

Prussia: Hey, Georgia! Say something to the camera.

Georgia: (beams into the camera) Hallo öffentlichen!

Canada: (In presenter mode) Next OC is coming now.

Prussia: (excited) HOLY MOLY! IT'S SCOTLAND!

Alaska: (sarcasm) Oh how original, his hair's ginger.

Vienna: (sarcasm) And he has a blue kilt. Never would have guessed.

OC with Kilt: (thick Irish accent) I'm Dublin!

Vienna: Oh… Well that's a bit original.

Alaska: (huffs) Still ginger.

Alaska: (turns to Vienna) Hey, that weren't bad, considering you have glasses.

Vienna: (turn to Alaska) You weren't bad yourself, considering you're American.

Dublin: (high-5s Vienna) Yeah! You go sister!

Prussia: SHUT UP EVERY ONE! IT'S ENGLAND!

England: But I'm already here!

(Boy that looks just like England steps on the dock)

Everybody: Who are you?

Boy Who Looks Like England: I'm Runcorn!

Everybody (except Prussia and England) Where's that?

Runcorn: (Exceedingly offended) N. West England! You may have heard of my brother Liverpool?

Paris: (Knows Liverpool) He's absolutely gorgeous!

London: (Remember Liverpool too) One awesome accent!

Georgia: (Tilts her head because she's confused) You're really his brother?

Runcorn: Yep! (Looks at Dublin) He's Irish, he automatically wins. Give him the trophy now!

Prussia: Why?

Runcorn: Everyone loves the Irish!

Prussia: (Ignores him) So, who are we missing?

Russia: (Steals Prussia's list) The Baltic couple and the forgiver.

Copenhagen: (Waves her hand) No, I'm here!

Russia: Da… (points at the dock) Here comes the Baltic couple!

(Blonde girl with green eyes and long blonde hair gets dropped off with scruffy brown haired boy)

Paris: (shouts) WARSAW!

Warsaw: (shouts louder) LIKE PARIS!

(The girls run to each other hugging and squealing)

Paris: Warsaw, this is my other BFF London and my brand new friends Georgia and California.

Warsaw: Like get out of here! CALIFORNIA! Gosh, I'm totally such a big fan of yours!

California: Thanks! Love your converse!

Warsaw: Pink will only do! (Looks to Vienna) Still wearing that old gear? Even on TV!

Vienna: (rolls her eyes) It's comfy, cheap and nice.

Runcorn: (wraps his arms around both ladies' shoulders) You both look sexy. How about getting with me, eh, Warsaw?

(Warsaw punches Runcorn in the tummy)

Warsaw: (glances to the boy with scruffy hair) I only have eyes for my darling Vilnius!

Dublin: (whispers to Runcorn) Dude, why does she like him? She's WAY out of his league!

Runcorn: (whispers back) I know! Scruffy brown hair needs a comb!

Alaska: (joins in conversation) Bet she says something like (girly voice) it's not about looks it's about personality! (Flutters eye lashes)

Vienna, Runcorn and Dublin burst out laughing.

Vatican: (being all sweet and Italian) Now, now! She sees something special in him, let her fantasise.

They burst out laughing again.

Alaska: Hey, Prussia can we go in now? This coat is boiling me!

Vienna: Then take it off then and carry it.

Dublin: (murmurs to Alaska) Watch her; she's got a kick of Celtic in her blood.

(So they all walk into the white mansion with its blue tinted windows and navy blue doors. A red stair case was right in front of them when they walked in.)

Prussia: Boys on the left corridor, girls go right. Get yourselves freshened up and come down these steps, turn left and you'll see the cafeteria. And before you go…. If you have any thoughts, secrets, anything just goes bold like this. If you want a flash back then underline. This italic writing till be used on a certain special occasion. Now go!

(Up in the boy dorm.)

Dublin: Runcorn, no time no see!

Runcorn: You crazy cousin!

(They have a moment and the other boys stare at them.)

Alaska: But they met each other in the dock?

Warsaw: (Not in the room and shouts) See you soon Villy!

Vilnius: (Walks in) Phew…..

Runcorn: (Outraged) What do you mean phew? She's out of your league! She's beauty on legs!

Dublin: (nudges Runcorn before whispering) Runcorn! That's mean!

Vilnius: I know, but I kind of REALLY like this girl called Minsk.

Dublin: She must be drop dead gorgeous.

Vatican: (Sighing) Is that all you two talk about?

Runcorn: Nope. We both hate London and England.

Alaska: I thought she was okay.

(Alaska took his coat off, revealing a black long sleeved shirt and jeans)

Vilnius: (Being all smart) I see why they picked us now. Alaska is the heart throb for girls, Dublin is to keep the Irish people watching, Runcorn is the humour, Copenhagen is the cute girl, Vienna is the lovable geek and the rest of the girls are to keep the boys entertained.

Vatican: (nervous) Warsaw would kill you if she heard that.

Alaska: Thanks for the compliment. But why is Vienna the lovable geek?

Dublin: (evil smile) Unless you think she's gorgeous…

Alaska: NO! I mean, I don't believe in love and dove.

Vatican: (pats his shoulder) Same here.

Dublin: (shrugs) Alright, but gay boys have to sleep at the end of the corridor

Vatican + Alaska: WHAT! NO! WE'RE NOT GAY!

Runcorn: Ahhh, denial.

Over in the girls' corridor…

Paris: Okay, even though he's a pain…. Who here thinks Alaska is fit?

(Every girl puts her hand up)

London: Copenhagen will probably get him though.

Copenhagen: WHY ME?

Paris: You both have blue eyes and you're both cold! And you two look good together!

Copenhagen: If anyone gets him, I bet it'll be Vienna.

Vienna + Warsaw: (shocked) Whoa!

Vienna: (blushes) Why such a daring statement Copen?

Copenhagen: Because you two were flirting! And you both look good together as well! Like Prussia and Austria.

Vienna: (thinks about it and then realises) Hair colour… really?

Warsaw: She couldn't even get Runcorn in those tasteless clothes! (Prods Vienna's dress) It's so long you can hardly see your hands and feet! You have very pretty purple eyes and yet hide them behind those glasses! And your hair! (Pulls plaits) Beautiful shade of dark brown, wasted! Why the daft sunflowers clip as well?

Vienna: Russia gave me it. He used to put flowers in my hair but he gave me this and said it'd last forever and ever.

California: That's really sweet of him!

Vienna: (blushes) Yeah…

Warsaw: WHO WEARS CONVERSE WITH A LONG DRESS?

Vienna: (shrugs) Well I obviously do.

Warsaw: Yellow?

Vienna: At least my feet are small! My dress is long so I don't catch the chill like you. I need these glasses to see. And you know why I have my hair like this!

Warsaw: I don't, you only told my dad!

Prussia: (shouting up the stairs) GIRLS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!

Girls: COMING!

(Back to the cafeteria)

Prussia: Boys and Girls can mingle in the cafeteria but you're still sitting in teams. So using the hat of S. Ireland, we're going to put you into different teams. It was going to be Catholics vs. Protestants but then the Baltic Couple would be on their bill. So: Dublin!

Dublin: Alrighty!

Prussia: You're Wellington Boots. Warsaw!

Warsaw: Yes?

Prussia: You're Napoleon Flip Flops.

Warsaw: You got that off Horrible Histories.

Prussia: Yes, yes I did. Copenhagen, Boots.

Copenhagen: Okedokey.

Prussia: Paris, join Warsaw.

Paris: YAYAYAYAYAYA!

(Girls jump up and down squealing)

Prussia: Vilnius, join Copenhagen.

Warsaw: (grabs Vilnius) WHAT! NO! He's staying with me.

Prussia: Oh no he isn't. If you have an issue I'll bring in Russia.

Warsaw shook her blonde hair and shuts up.

Prussia: Right. London go join your girlfriends.

London: YAYAYAYAYA!

(Girls start squealing and jumping up and down)

Georgia: (whispers to California) How about our friendship group consist of me, you and Copenhagen?

California: (whispers back) Deal.

Prussia: You two! Stop whispering and join booties!

California + Georgia: Alright!

Prussia: Wien, I can see you with your fingers crossed! You're in flippies and floppies.

Vienna: (whispers to Alaska) Save me… (Whispers to Dublin, Vatican and Dublin) Pray for me boys!

Prussia: And Alaska and Runcorn.

Alaska: (pats the Italian's shoulder) Bye Vatican. I wish you the best of luck.

Runcorn: (throws himself on the floor and screams) NOOOOOOOO! POSH PEOPLE! I'M WELL AND TRULY GUTTED LAH!

Prussia: Vatican, I'm sorry but S. Ireland's hat has spoken. You're over here. (points to Wellington Boots) Runcorn, if you're gutted then wait for tomorrow for your first challenge. Right now, you all go back to your corridors and go to sleep.

(A lot of weird things happened that night, stay tuned next time for House Of Drama!)

Should I stick with the script format or do it like a normal story? It's a bit rubbish for the first chapters but once people start dropping out it gets VERY interesting! Secrets are still in store, things go bump in the night and toilet issues next chapter. R and R!

Byieeee!

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