Lovely reviews! YAY! Sorry that the story line is a bit slow. It should get better this chapter. I planned out the WHOLE of the story, what challenge was going to happen in each chapter etc. And now I've lost the notepad I planned it in! -.- Thankfully this chapter was rather easy to remember in my head! But after this chapter, I'm doomed!
"Hello! And welcome back to Hetalia House of Drama!" Prussia beamed to the camera man (Canada).
"We Love Russia, yes we do! Russia, Russia, we love you! YEAH!" A recorded voice sang.
"We had to skip most of the song!" Russia beamed happily as he snuck behind Prussia.
"THAT'S OUR THEME SONG? Okay next time I'M picking the song!" Prussia sighed. Goodness knows what possessed him to let Russia pick the song.
"The Author wrote it! She owns copyright etc. And she's going to put it up on YouTube when she can be bothered!" Dublin said as the crew entered the cafeteria.
Prussia's red eyes watched Dublin with extreme tensity. Something about Dublin was not right, in his head, his smile was too bright and his eyes never matched anything to do with the rest of him. It was as if he was a big fat lie and the only truth about him was his emerald eyes.
"Last night was so much fun!" Copenhagen said happily to Dublin.
"You're right! We should do that again!" Dublin beamed brightly. Copenhagen turned her dirty blonde head to Canada.
"Canada, must you film me?" Copenhagen asked awkwardly. Canada's face dropped.
"We were worried that we weren't filming you enough…." Canada said shyly. Canada cowered back to Prussia.
"Prussia, what do I do?" Canada asked pleadingly.
"Don't worry random person, for me and Seychelles have geared up the whole place with cameras!" Prussia explained, pointing to the CCTV cameras.
"Oooohhh… So what do I do?" Canada asked, confused.
"Chill until we start the challenges!" Prussia laughed before sipping some German beer.
(….)
"Paris, do you think he'll do it?" London asked as the three girls watched the boy in wonder.
"I don't think-"
"Prussia, can I marry Gilbird?" Alaska pleaded, his hands clutched together. The girls' faces dropped in horror. Prussia did a spit-take (when they drink a drink and spit it out all over the other person).
"NO! MY GILBIRD!" screamed Prussia as he hugged his precious birdie. Alaska sighed as he retreated back to his team's table. Everyone was present except Vienna and Vatican. But no one practically cared except Alaska.
"I heard some kissing noises last night." Runcorn said aloud to no one particular. "And a bang, a scream and SHWOOP sound."
"Me too." Vilnius nodded his head. Something weird had happened during the night.
"Hey girls!" Runcorn called to the girls. "Did you enter our corridor last night?" They all shook their heads.
"Someone in our corridor must be…" Runcorn whispered to Vilnius.
"Yes… But which one? My bets are on Dublin." Vilnius whispered back.
"Mine are on Alaska. It's always the one that girls fall for." Runcorn explained, looking at the silver haired American who was currently eating Cheerio's.
"Where on Earth's name is Vienna?" Alaska asked his team mate, who was currently staring at him.
"Well, Yankee, if you used a proper world map then you may find her in a place called Austria!" Runcorn said sarcastically.
"I meant right now." Alaska uttered with his mouth full of cheerio's.
"She slept in rather late." London spoke up.
Back upstairs…
"Vienna Wien? You okay?" Vatican whispered into the city's ear. Vatican was surprised that Vienna would sleep in so late. And wear pink frilly pyjamas.
"No…" She whined through her pillow.
"What's up then?" Vatican whispered.
"My head…." She groaned as she lifted her bed head from her pillow.
"Well hurry up, everyone's down stairs!" Vatican laughed sweetly as Vienna jumped out and rushed to get ready.
Vatican made his way down stairs, his black hair sticking to his head. He had a nice warm shower to wake himself up. He made his way to his team table and heard Copenhagen talking to Dublin.
"I can't believe they're voting people out!" Copenhagen gasped.
"I know! It may intervene with the Author's plans!" Dublin gasped as well.
"But why vote so early? They haven't have time to warm up to us!" Copenhagen sighed.
"I know. But if our team wins the challenge then we won't have to worry!" Dublin beamed, trying to cheer Copenhagen up.
"Thanks, Dublin!" She smiled.
"Oh tell me you're not having breakfast Alaska!" Prussia laughed.
"Yeah… Why?" Alaska wondered.
"Oh, nothing!" Prussia giggled, hugging his Gilbird.
"I'M HERE!" Vienna shouted/gasped, her hair sticking up, as she entered the room.
"Good. Sit down." Prussia ordered.
"Now, I don't think I quite explained it to you properly…." Prussia talked into his microphone. "This is in fact Seychelles house. We've borrowed it off her whilst she goes to visit Cuba. I know that's weird but hey….. Weird things happen. Every week someone will be voted off. The last person standing is the winner! There will be chance to win immortality, which means even if your team doesn't win, you can't be voted off. The person who wins gets a wish, a vast some of money and an all-payed trip to Shadow's Hotel!"
"Shadow's Hotel! That's supposed to be the place to be!" Warsaw squealed.
"Me, Russia, Canada and France all live in this house. All the other Hetalia countries are living in China town. Now run round this track until I say stop!" Prussia ordered has he pointed to a running track.
So they all set off on the running track.
"Vilnius! Let's run together!" Warsaw beamed, grabbing her lover's hand.
"Hey, Warsaw did you hear anything weird last night?" Vilnius asked. Vilnius' voice was soft even when he was running.
"Yeah, a bang and a scream and a SHWOOP!" Warsaw panted as she carried on running with Vilnius.
"Berlin has to be number one on my top list." Paris giggled as her and best friend London jogged behind the couple.
"Berlin is mister popular!" London giggled back to her blonde friend.
"That's true! But Vienna and Vatican disagree." Paris sighed to her brunette friend.
"Why?" the Londoner asked her Parisian friend.
"Berlin replaced Vienna as capital city of Austria for a while. And Berlin is the capital city of Atheism." Paris explained.
"Atheists have no love for Catholics!" Vatican called out as he sprinted in front of the girls. He felt anger burn inside of him so he decided to sprint it off.
"Being angry is no sin, what you do with it is what defines it." Vatican thought to himself as he caught up with Alaska.
"Vienna is just walking?" Runcorn asked no one in particular.
"Ladies do not run, they walk." Vienna said defiantly. Dublin squeezed Copenhagen's hand to stop himself from laughing.
"Hey, Dublin, did you hear a weird sound?" Runcorn asked the boys around him, forgetting about Copenhagen.
"I heard some slurping sound, a scream, a bang and the rest was me and Copen breaking the fourth wall!" Dublin beamed, squeezing Copenhagen's hand nice and tight. "And a white light…"
"Ahhhh… that makes sense…. But what's with the white light…." Runcorn wondered aloud. He had a thing for wondering stuff aloud.
"What's with Warsaw's and Georgia's clothes?" Alaska wondered aloud (Runcorn's hobby is spreading).
Warsaw and Georgia were wearing bright coloured clothes. California, who was feeling a bit quiet today, was wearing jeans and a Lady Ga Ga shirt. Paris was wearing a pink tutu to match Warsaw's yellow one, and London was wearing black and white tights underneath hes NY shirt.
"You can come in now kiddies!" Prussia bellowed from the cafeteria.
Line break…
On the table was a feast of foods. British foods!
"The team to eat the most wins the challenge and cannot be voted out. So eat on!" Prussia blew his siren.
"These fries are terrible!" California wailed.
"It's chips." London corrected her.
"FRIES!" Alaska, California and Georgia argued back.
"CHIPS!" Runcorn, England and London argued back.
"How about we call it Potato Sausages?" Copenhagen beamed happily. But the British food was having a toll on her spirits as well.
"I love chips. They're potatoes! But seriously, what's up with your fish?" Dublin prodded his battered fish with a fork. Yep, the good old British dish, Fish and Chips.
Paris was the first to give in. She was used to the finest gourmet after all, but English food was nowhere near.
Vatican gave in after wards. He didn't gorge himself on extravagant foods but even his food was better than this.
"Vienna put one more speck of seasoning and I will kill you!" England growled at the Austrian girl with the salt shaker in her hand. Vienna grinned and gave it a shake.
"Disqualified. Go join Loser Ville!" Prussia ordered her.
One by one our contestants gave in, especially when they introduced scones to the table.
It was between Dublin and Runcorn in the end (London is a very diverse city).
"Just one more piece of scone and I'm done." Dublin whimpered as he lifted the last scone on his plate to his lips.
"COME ON DUBLIN!" Vatican screamed. An awkward silence captured the room before the rest of the team followed their Bible-loving team mate.
"GO AHEAD RUNCORN!" Georgia screamed.
"He's on the other team!" California laughed at her silly friend.
"Oooohhh…. Go on Dublin!"
Everyone screamed and shouted while France "comforted" a weeping England.
"It was so bland that Vienna murdered it with salt…" England wept into France's shoulder.
"Done!" Runcorn smiled happily as he finished his plate.
"NOOOOOO!" Dublin screamed on to his knees.
"That reminds me. Who on Earth screamed last night?" Runcorn asked the celebrating mass of OCs.
"I think you'll find it was me. Russia's sleep man." Vienna explained with a grinning Russia behind her.
"Da! My job to make sure everyone gets to sleep at midnight. Vienna was still up." Russia beamed in his usual adorable manner.
"Righteo all of you go up to bed!" Prussia shouted. Everyone obeyed.
"So, vote! Now we need you all to vote before the following Wednesday 4 o'clock GMT time. Look it up on Google if you don't know. Then the votes will be collected in and the Author will write a next chapter including the ceremony of getting kicked off. No racist comments etc. Byieeee! Remember, the author is ilurrrverussia!" Prussia signed off as The Author was too lazy to do it herself.