Thank you for the one person who was actually bothered to vote. I feel like a proper little saddo for saying that. I'm no longer accepting OCs but I will throw Hawaii in for the joy of it! So from now on, no more sending me OCs. If you dare disobey that rule I will close down ilurrrverussia. I had that problem with my other story and I'm getting sick of it. On a happier note I found my note pad! :D Enjoy, review and vote!

"Welcome to Hetalia House of Drama. Today's episode will be hosted by me." Japan said calmly to the camera man (Canada)

"Ra-Ra-Rasputin! Russia's greatest love machine! It was a shame how he carried on!" The Baltic State sang nervously for Russia.

"Ivan! What on Earth are you doing?" England called from the kitchen.

"Our new theme song!" Russia called to England before commanding to the Baltic States. "Now, ballet!"

"Y-yes sir!" The Baltics replied nervously, secretly not wanting to do it.

"Okay today we're concentrating on being a TV show. So let's move on to our contestants." Japan whispered calmly to the camera.

"EMERGENCY! CAFETERIA NOW! NO GETTING CHANGED!" Japan shouted down his micro phone, sending the OCs rushing down the stairs, filing into the cafeteria.

"This better be good!" Paris growled angrily, her sleeping mask above her head.

"Register!" Russia said, excited he got a proper job.

"Alaska."

"Here."

"California!"

"Y-yes!" The dark haired girl replied nervously. It was so easy to tell by the way she was blushing that she fancied him.

"Copenhagen."

"Here!"

"Dublin."

"AYE!"

"Georgia?"

"As usual."

"Hawaii."

"Aloha!" A sun-browned hair girl replied. It was obvious by her Hawaiian skirt and orange halter top that she was Hawaii.

"London?"

"She died." Runcorn said calmly. London stood up said something… that was quite rude for a British lady.

"Paris!"

"Oui!" (That's pronounced wee.)

"Runcorn?"

"THE SEXY DEVIL IS NOT HERE!" Runcorn sprung up and shouted.

Russia glared at him and did the familiar sound we know as: kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolk ol

"His Royal Highness, Vatican?"

"Amen."

"Vienna?"

"Da!"

"Vilnius? Oh wait, we killed him." Russia grows a big fat grin on his face as he sees Warsaw bursting out in tears.

"Warsaw?"

"I HATE YOU, YOU FAT JERK!" Warsaw screamed, throwing a pillow over to Russia's face. It missed and got Vienna.

"Why do you hate her?" Alaska asked, cradling Vienna in his arms.

"Why do you love her?" Paris snapped back.

"I love her because she thinks my name is da!" Russia answered before Alaska could even look at him.

"Settle down, for I have grave news to tell you." Japan said solemnly. The contestants did as they were told and got into their two team tables. Warsaw was crying as London and Paris sat on either side of her, comforting her. Then Alaska sat next to London and Vienna sat next to Alaska, making the end of the table.

Wellington Boots was just as dramatic. Dublin was in between Runcorn and Copenhagen. Runcorn was followed by Vatican and Hawaii. The new girl was the end of the table. It was just as dramatic due to everyone was going mental over the new girl.

"I don't like Europeans. You all try to conquer me!" Hawaii said defensively, budging to very edge of the bench.

"I'm Vatican. I'm the centre of Catholicism. I will not harm you child." Vatican said softly, patting her hand comfortingly.

"Oh. Well I guess I can trust you!" Hawaii said happily and started chatting to my favourite OC. (Yes, I have a soft spot for the centre of my religion. I love him more than my own OC.)

"Pssssp! Dublin! What do you think of the girls' night garments?" Runcorn whispered to Dublin. Paris was wearing a small, strapless black nightie and a matching bed mask. California was wearing a Cat Nap white nightie while Georgia was wearing the matching Dog Sleep pyjamas. Copenhagen was wearing spotty shorts and spotty vest. Warsaw was wearing her short neon green nightie and London was wearing union jack long pyjamas. Vienna was wearing baby pink laced frilly pyjama bottoms and a baby pink vest top to match.

All the girls had their hair down which just made it more interesting for the boys.

"Very sexy. Except Vienna just looks like a pink blob from where I'm sitting." Dublin whispered back so Copenhagen couldn't hear.

"Runcorn! Back in between London and Alaska. STAT!" The camera man shouted.

"Sorry, who the fuck are you?" Runcorn asked coolly as he moved to the Napoleon Flip Flops table.

"I'm Canada." The cameraman answered nervously, regretting his big meltdown before.

"I have some upsetting news. Prussia is….. Well…. Kind of dead." Japan spoke softly, making sure not to start more water works.

"What do you mean kind of dead? He's either dead or alive." Vienna asked.

"Oh shut up you grammar granny!" Paris snapped, wrapping her arm around Warsaw.

"Okay, Okay, he's a zombie. Now run for your lives." Japan stated before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

"The last person to remain alive wins todays challenge, happy dying!" Japan's voice said.

The teams looked at each other, wondering what on Earth they were supposed to do now.

"RUN!" Runcorn shouted as ZOMBIE PRUSSIA appeared!

(Prussia with a white face and red under his eyes.)

The teams went their separate ways.

"Right. We need to stick together." Alaska said as he grabbed Runcorn and Vienna's hands.

"Come on!" Runcorn laughed, trying to grab Paris' hands.

"NO WAY!" Paris shouted, letting go of Runcorn's hand.

"Come on girls!" Paris ordered, steering Warsaw and London away. The remaining Napoleon's Flip Flops watched before walking.

"Why are you so grumpy today Paris?" London asked her blonde best friend.

"WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?" Paris screamed.

"Shut up! You'll give our place away!" London hissed.

"Please. I'm heart broken." Warsaw hiccupped, tears still rolling down her perfect face.

"Okay… I asked Alaska again." The French girl sighed.

"WOAH!" They all said in unison.

"What did he say this time?" Warsaw asked. Gossip was natural talent in her house. Paris looked both ways and whispered into the girls ears.

Wellington Boots…..

"How about we sing? It'd calm us down." Dublin whispered cheerfully.

"What should we sing?" Copenhagen asked quietly.

"Alo-ha-oi! Alo-ha-oi! I—like- fluff-y-cats!" Hawaii sang, wiggling her hips.

"NO! THE STEREOTYPE SONG! I love Scotsman though they hump sheep!" Georgia sang.

"You're my honey bunch, sugar plum, Pumpy-Umpy-Umpkin, You're my sweetie pie!" California sang, pointing to Georgia.

"Californian Girls, we're unforgettable! Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top! Sun kissed skin so hot we'll melt your Popsicle! WOAH WOAH!" Hawaii sang back.

"Californian Girls, Runcorn's dream!" Dublin smirked.

"Runcorn? I hear my name!" Guess who, yes, Runcorn beamed out of nowhere.

"I DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!" Runcorn sang, completely forgetting California and Georgia were there.

"Don't want a nation under the new media!" Dublin sang along. Soon the boys were singing together in "Harmony".

"Can you hear the sound of hysteria?" Dublin bawled out.

"The subliminal Mind Fuck of America!" Runcorn sang REALLY loudly.

"NUTS!" A familiar voice screamed as the Wellington Boots saw a pink blur rush past them.

"Holy Sh-Moley it's PRUSSIA!" Georgia screamed. They ran and ran, Vatican looking behind him as he ran.

(This is a line break. I think.)

"Why is this house so big?" Hawaii gasped for breath.

"So we have lots of places to hide." Dublin panted.

"How about we sing a hymn? Dance, Dance where ever you may be! I am the Lord of the dance said He, and I'll lead you all where ever you may be. And I'll lead you to the dance said He." Vatican sang angelically as Dublin Irish danced ahead, on look out.

Napoleon Flip Flops…. (Vienna and Alaska)

"I can't believe we lost Runcorn!" Vienna sighed.

"Vienna, I need to talk to you…." Alaska spoke softly, knowing full well that Paris' lot could see them.

"Sure!" Vienna said coolly. She regretted it when Alaska cornered her on to the wall.

"Vienna…." Alaska breathed, putting his head close to Vienna's.

"Al-Alaska?" Vienna stammered nervously as Alaska started stroking Vienna's dark brown straight hair.

"Vienna….. Will you marry me?" Alaska asked. He watched Vienna's violet eyes go wide. Hurriedly Vienna ducked under his arms and escaped running down the hall way and round the corner…

"NUTS!" Vienna screamed as she found zombie Prussia around the corner. Napoleon's Flip Flops ran the other way.

…

"Prussia? Where is my Vilnius?" Warsaw asked zombie Prussia, stopping slap bang in the middle.

The zombie violently grabbed hold of her and pushed her into one of the many rooms of the house.

"Warsaw has been victimised." Japan's voice rang out.

Alaska grabbed hold of Vienna's hand and began to run.

"The answer's no." Vienna whispered into Alaska's ear.

"I know, I'll explain later." Alaska whispered back.

Later, when most of the two teams met up again….

"AHHHHHHHH!" Paris screamed as she got grabbed into another room.

"Prussia will be very busy tonight." Dublin burst out laughing.

"Hey, where's Vatican?" Hawaii asked, remembering that the holy one of their group was missing.

Vatican…

"GO AWAY!" Vatican shouted, throwing his Rosemary beads at them.

"AHHHHHH!" Zombie Prussia screamed, disappearing under some smoke.

Vienna soon got captured by Prussia. Prussia seemed to have multiples.

"Hah! Vienna, awesome me will always capture you!" said zombie Prussia, laughing his head off.

"NO!" Alaska shouted. Should I pick Vienna and risk getting caught or run? Alaska dithered on this thought before running, feeling dreadfully guilty as he did.

London and Runcorn were next. It was rather easy. They were giggling at Vienna screaming, her arms flapping around as zombie Prussia refused to let go of her.

One by one Prussia cornered the contestants, leaving Alaska and Vatican left.

"I could win with my athleticism but Vatican could win due to his holiness." Alaska thought out loud. Soon the guilt of leaving his friend behind cut into his chest.

"You know, Alaska, I never thought you'd be friends with Vienna. She's posh and Austrian. You're cool and American. You don't even like Austria." Vatican called as he wondered down the corridor by himself.

"And I thought you would have killed all us Protestants in our sleep." Alaska shouted as he followed his Catholic acquaintance.

"No, I'm far too busy of the night time." Vatican said sweetly, as he walked up to another zombie and slayed it with his Rosary beads.

"Busy? What on Earth do you do of the night time?" Alaska asked, bewildered.

"I have a girlfriend!" Vatican smiled sweetly.

"WHAT?" Alaska shouted as Prussia came up behind him and grabbed him.

"The final person has been victimised. Gather to the cafeteria." Japan spoke through his microphone, appearing with a puff of smoke.

They all sat down in the usual seats, Vienna banging her head on the table, Warsaw still crying and Runcorn was singing You'll Never Walk Alone.

"Vilnius, as you all know, has been voted out by our viewers. Today the team who CAN NOT be voted off is:

WELLINGTON BOOTS!"

"YAY!" The team shouted, bouncing up and down.

"Prussians, show yourselves!" Russia beamed as two albinos came out of the curtain.

"3 OCs were late joiners. You have now met 2!" Prussia grinned putting his arm round the other albino.

"This is my awesome sister, the Czech Republic! She can't be voted out yet due to her just joining. She will be in Napoleon Flip Flops!" Prussia smiled, looking down at his little sister lovingly.

"VIENNA!" Czech shouted happily, running to the Austrian.

"I can't believe this! We can get voted out!" London squealed.

"Austria will freak!" Vienna squealed as Czech started playing with Vienna's brown hair.

"Okay, same as last time's terms and conditions except only the following can be voted out:

London

Paris

Alaska

Vienna

Runcorn.

Have a nice day and stay tuned!" Prussia beamed to the cameraman.

Byieeee!

Ilurrrverussia!