This chapter is going to be a wee bit more fluffy than the rest. But it has our favourite hero! :D And no it's not Sonic.
"Welcome back to Hetalia House of Drama!" Prussia beamed to the camera man.
"It's better with the girls but it's bigger with the boys!" Russia sang to the audience.
"Whoop! Whoop!" Czech Republic shouted, clapping her hands like an idiotic seal.
"DA!" Vienna squealed excitedly.
"You do realize his name is not da?" Alaska asked Vienna.
"WHAT?" Vienna said, shocked. Everyone else had burst out laughing.
"First we have to do our ceremony. Then you get the day off!" Prussia beamed to the contestants.
"You're lying, as if you'd let us have the day off!" Czech scoffed.
"Shush!" Prussia shushed his adopted sister.
"No one tells me to shush!" Czech shouted, throwing Prussia of the cliff.
"AWESOME ME JUST DID!" Prussia's voice echoed as he fell.
"Great. Now who will do the ceremony?" Alaska asked sarcastically.
"I will do it, da!" Russia beamed happily, running to the stage.
"Napoleon Flip Flops, when I call your name you come up and get a Chocolate Eye Ball. The one person who doesn't get one will leave the competition and walk down the Dock of Mock." Russia explained.
"Dock of Cock more like." Runcorn whispered to Warsaw who started giggling.
"London, come and get your eyeball, da!" Russia instructed. London walked on nervously and took her chocolate eye ball.
"Runcorn, Alaska..." Russia said. The two collected theirs.
"Warsaw, Czech Republic." Russia said throwing the chocolates at them to speed things up.
"Now it's just you two..." Russia grinned. Vienna's heart dropped. Paris carried on filing her nails.
"Some people may vote Paris off because she's been a bit moody. Some people may vote Vienna off because she's Austria's child." Russia said, building some suspense.
"Some people may vote her off because she's the Author's OC." Runcorn whispered to Alaska.
"The person remaining for the Napoleon Flip Flops is..." Russia opened up a silver envelope.
"VIENNA WIEN!" Russia beamed. The team got up and hugged the Austrian tightly.
"So, Paris, now you've been voted out, you have to spill the secrets that were going to happen on the next episodes!" Russia smirked.
"I have a big crush on Alaska. I asked him out a few times and each time he said he'd rather do something else so I dared him. That is why he proposed to Vienna." Paris sighed.
"Come on! As if I'm going to carry my own luggage!" Paris snapped, making England be her luggage carrier.
"Now you're the host, will that mean you'll let little me use your microphone?" Czech sniggered, grabbing hold of the mike.
"MINE!" Russia laughed, holding it up higher.
Over to the cafeteria...
"English food, Spiders, Prussia's insane wake up calls... It's not worth it!" Dublin wept on his table.
"Cheer up! It could have been worse!" Vatican said sweetly, batting his beautiful black eyelashes.
"Could it really?" Copenhagen joined in.
"We could have been in Africa." Hawaii chipped in.
"Always Africa." Runcorn sang, entering the room with the Napoleon Flip Flops.
"RUNCORN! YOU SURVIVED!" Dublin shouted happily, hugging his second best friend to death.
"Why are your eyes purple and not red?" Hawaii asked Czech.
"Last episode I had contacts." Czech winked, sitting down to an exhausted Vienna.
"My seat." Alaska said simply. He honestly couldn't care less about Czech.
"I'll sit on the other side of her then!" Czech said dryly, shooting an evil glare to him.
"There's no heaven, there's no hell, cream will float, but shit will sell!" Runcorn sang triumphantly.
"How about I give you a tour of the place today?" Copenhagen called to Hawaii.
"Sure!" Hawaii said happily.
"Me too!" Czech chipped in.
"If you need me, I'm out in the garden!" Russia said happily running off.
(Line of epicness!)
"This is the girls' corridor and the room with the pink door is the girl's main room where we chill and complain about Vienna's clothes." Copenhagen explained. Hawaii giggled politely whilst Czech was howling with laughter.
"It was my totally rad idea to paint the door!" Warsaw beamed, coming out of the hot pink door.
"You seem a lot happier today Warsaw!" Copenhagen smiled happily. She was glad to see Warsaw happy again, she saw so much despair and suffering in her life time it was nice to have happiness again.
"I know! I'm totally going to win this competition for Vilnius. And I could wish Minsk away." Warsaw beamed happily. She was wearing a neon pink skirt with a neon green vest.
"AHHH!" A girlish voice screamed.
"What's happened?" Hawaii shouted as she, Warsaw, Copenhagen and Czech ran to the bathroom.
"Don't come in!" An Irish voice shouted. However, they were too late...
"I'M BLIND!" Warsaw screamed, shielding her eyes as she ran out of the bath room.
"What happened?" Copenhagen asked calmly, as if seeing urine everywhere and an over exposed Dublin was normal.
"Some *French for shower* put a plastic sheet on the toilet seat!" Dublin cursed bitterly.
"Get in the shower and we'll sort it all out!" Copenhagen said comfortingly.
"Not me! I'm out!" Czech exited the bathroom.
"Hawaii, could you please give these clothes to Vatican. He does the washing up for the boys. I'll do the rest. Thanks." Copenhagen instructed Hawaii carefully. So the sun-browned hair girl did as she was told, leaving Copenhagen and Dublin alone in the room.
"Thanks, you're such a star! I bet Denmark is very happy to have you." Dublin rejoiced.
"I know. But he smothers me so much I sometimes feel I can't breathe." Copenhagen sighed as she mopped up the deadly liquid.
"I'd love to have a brother like that!" Dublin laughed. He got into his head that Denmark was the type of person to give tons of hugs.
"Well, what's Southern Ireland like?" Copenhagen asked.
"He's lovely!" Dublin said happily before a long pause. "But he's obsessed with uniting with Northern Ireland again. I've told him to get over it but he won't. I'm worried that even if he does reunite with him, Southern will find out the Northern has changed and get hurt. That's why I entered this competition. I'll wish for Southern Ireland to get over Northern Ireland."
The Danish city stood in silence, blue eyes wide open in shock. She didn't know Dublin could be so emotional. No one really did.
"Cheer up, Cope! I'm the ginger ninja, too red and rad to be true!" Dublin grinned, poking his spiky red head out of the shower curtain.
So Copenhagen mopped up the urine and Dublin said thank you until he was blue in the face.
Meanwhile...
Czech was sat in the girl's room. It was very lavish, pink sofas with purple pillows, hot pink beds and lavender tables. Everything was different shades of pink and purple, even the TV! Czech didn't like all this girly stuff. She was far more boisterous, even when she was with Russia. Her cheeks matched the beds as she thought of this. The amount of girls in the competition who liked Russia was far too many, she decided, to tell anyone would be foolish. But then she looked over at the aristocratic girl plumping up her pillows. Vienna always knows me, Czech thought to herself, and she always delivers.
"I'm going to have a nap..." Vienna yawned, her violet eyes looking very bare without her glasses.
"Don't! I'll be bored!" Czech whined.
"Well go and annoy someone then!" Vienna argued back.
"Brother's still down a cliff. Russia's in the garden sniffing sunflowers and you're falling asleep!" Czech complained.
"Go and annoy Alaska then. Or sing a song with Runcorn. Or ring somebody!" Vienna moaned into her pillow. As close as Czech and Vienna were they had major differences. Like Czech's stupid perseverance, Vienna thought to herself.
"'Will do! Bye Vienna Wien!" Czech called behind her.
"Bye Česká republika!" Vienna called before Czech left.
(Total awesome line…)
Canada sat in the cafeteria, sipping his tea. He couldn't understand why England was so obsessed with it. Canada himself was only drinking it to see if that was how England got his black magic.
"Need any help down there?" Canada asked the white haired American on the floor.
"Nope, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Alaska replied, continuing with his press-ups.
"Would you like some water?" Canada asked.
"That would be very much appreciated thanks." Alaska replied, getting up.
"Hey, I'm sorry about my brother." Canada smiled to the thirsty state.
"You have a brother?" Alaska asked curiously.
"America?" Canada replied, slowly worrying about the wintery state's sanity.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Alaska shouted, holding the bottle of water up high.
"I'm Canada." Canada said feeling sunken.
"Oh. Sorry Canada. Thanks for the water!" Alaska said politely, rather embarrassed about what just happened. Alaska glugged it down.
"Funny taste." Alaska thought out loud.
"Perhaps England got it from the tap?" Canada reasoned, sipping some more of his tea.
"I feel...weird..." Alaska muttered, before falling on to the cold hard floor.
(Line of more awesomeness)
Ivan sniffed the yellow flowers. He always did love sunflowers and that's why he was watering them right now. But little did he know that too much water could kill them.
"Aha! You know what it is! Black and yellow, black and yellow!" A certain English town started singing to a bumble bee who was innocently buzzing to the nearest pansy.
"I like this sunflower the most. It shall be brought back to my house!" Russia beamed as he hugged the flower pot. But as he got close to it the pot shifted.
"Moving sunflower!" Russia giggled happily, chasing after the flower pot.
Eventually the moving pot whizzed into the house and into the laundry room, where Vatican was happily washing the boys' clothes.
"Hello Russia!" Vatican said cheerfully, looking up from his washing.
"MOVING SUNFLOWER!" Russia shouted like a 4 year old, chasing after the sunflower.
"That dude needs some serious counselling." Dublin laughed as Russia shot out of the room. Dublin shivered under his towel whilst he was waiting for Vatican to wash his clothes.
"I think it's nice he's so happy. Children get into the Kingdom quicker." Vatican smiled sweetly.
"Vatican, you're so sweet! I'm ever so sorry about the stench of my clothes!" Dublin blushed once the words had left his mouth, hating the way he sounded so camp.
"It's okay! I'm used to it. I wash Italy's clothes for him." Vatican answered, scrubbing harder.
"Why don't you use a washing machine?" Dublin asked.
"Washing machines have no love. Sometimes easiest the path isn't always the best path to choose." The beautiful Italian said softly.
"Ah of course, I'll hang these up on the washing line then." Dublin mumbled, picking up a pile of wet clothes.
Now the sunflower was happily making it's way up the stairs and into the corridors.
"SUNFLOWER!" Russia beamed, chasing after the blessed sun flower. The plant disappeared behind a door.
"I'M COMING SUNFLOWER!" Russia shouted as he raced after the flower.
THUD!
"OH MY GOSH!" An American state screamed as Russia fell on top of her.
"Privyet! Have you seen a sunflower come in here?" Russia asked casually to California. The large country looked round the room. Posters of dogs surrounded the wall with some pictures of Japan, Ukraine and Canada. The window sills were filled with sunflowers and the shelves were full of books.
"Not really." California squeaked underneath her covers. Her heart was thudding so loud she thought that Russia could hear it.
"Your hair is so soft..." Russia smiled as he began stroking California dark (next to black) brown hair. California blushed.
"In the movie I watched the childish man ends up strangling the girl." Czech said bitterly as she stood outside the door.
"I think we need a word." Russia nodded as he picked himself up and followed Czech to the next room. The dark haired girl listened to the wall closely.
"What was that?" Czech shouted.
"I'm not your boyfriend in this FanFic remember?" Russia asked patronisingly.
"And?" Czech replied, fuming.
"So get over it!" Russia shouted as he grabbed his pipe.
"Oh so we're starting now, are we?" Czech shouted.
California drowned the sound of the fighting with her pillow. She really hated loud noises and even hated hearing them two fighting as well.
(Line break yet again….)
Georgia sat in the cafeteria, looking rather bored.
"Hey, South Carolina, how are you doing back home?!" Georgia beamed at the camera. She knew that South Carolina would be watching her closely so she could pick up on every embarrassing mistake that Georgia did.
"I'm still here! The lads here are so cool! Dublin says he's going to teach how to Irish dance! Vienna says she might teach me the waltz and Alaska's going to let me wear his hunting boots!" Georgia beamed happily. Let's just say she's a bit of a peanut head, like Warsaw.
"Do you want a cuppa?" London asked as she walked passed Georgia.
"Sure! Coffee, milk, 2 sugars. Thanks!" Georgia called out. London was a pretty decent girl when she wasn't hanging round with Paris or Washington DC.
"Love your top!" London complimented as she brought two cups in and put them on to the table.
"Awww thanks! I love your butterfly jeans!" Georgia giggled.
"Thanks! Got them from Paul's Boutique! Do they have that in America?" London asked.
"I'm not too sure. Wow, I imagined you ultra-posh and swotty and snotty." Georgia thought aloud.
"What, like Austria and Vienna? No! I'm only a half of London. Edmund is posh and swotty, I symbolise the diverse and modern parts of London!" London explained, smiling at her Yankee friend.
"Wow, that's so cool! Hey want a sweet?" Georgia asked London in awe.
"Thanks!" London smiled as she took a sweet out of Georgia's packet of sweeties.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! PEAR DROPS!" Georgia spat her sweet in a tissue. "They were supposed to be gummy bears!"
"I'm..." London screamed as her face began to swell.
"I'll get the hospital!" Georgia squeaked, running to the phone.
"Just get my Dad!" London screamed as her face turned into a red tomato.
"IGGY!" Georgia shouted as loud as she could.
Whilst that was going on, other things were happening upstairs…..
"WARSAW!" An Austrian accent shouted.
"Yes, Vienna?" Warsaw gasped for breathe after running up the stairs. Warsaw entered the room to see an angry capital city on her knees.
"Did you steal my glasses?" Vienna asked, her teeth grinding together.
"Now, now, if I played a prank on you I'd like rather swap your rags for some of my totally nice clothes, y'know to totally modernise you. Not, like, nick your glasses!" Warsaw said defensively.
"Fine. I'll go and see if anyone else has seen them." Vienna sighed, getting up off the floor.
"You sure you've not just, like, put them in here and totally forgot where you put them?" Warsaw asked.
"I left them on the bed side table next to my sunflower pin." Vienna stopped as she looked at the bed stand again. "What's happened to my clips?"
"Whoever robbed your glasses totally must have your pins." Warsaw bit her lip in deep thought.
"CZECH!" Vienna shouted storming out of the room.
"Anastasia, if I find out you nicked my glasses I will kill you! And if you nicked my clips I WILL KILL YOU SLOWLY!" Vienna shouted on the landing.
"Dudette, I didn't rob anything from you!" Czech called as she closed the door behind her to enter the landing. The aristocrat gasped at the blood and bruises on her friend's face.
"Do you mind if I check your room?" Vienna said hesitantly.
"Sure, but why think I'd do a thing like that?" Czech frowned as she followed Vienna into her room.
"We both know about who we like... Perhaps to make him like me less?" Vienna shrugged.
"I agree. She's a jealous freak like that." Russia commented as he swept passed the girls.
"Russia? What are you doing in my room?" Czech asked the large country.
"I'm trying to find the large sunflower!" Russia sulked as he rummaged under Czech's bed.
"You won't find any giant sun flowers under there, silly!" Vienna giggled.
"Da, but I found a pair of glasses." Russia said cockily, holding up a pair of glasses.
"MY GLASSES!" Vienna squealed happily, putting them on.
"And what's this?" Russia smiled as he saw Vienna's face lit up.
"MY CLIPS! Thank you so much da!" Vienna beamed, giving Russia a big hug. Russia chuckled and held the capital close.
"Oh, sorry..." Vienna blushed as she pulled away, before making out of the room sharpish.
"Vienna!" Czech called after her to hear no reply.
"Nice going. Now I'll be on my way." Russia glared at Czech.
Afterwards…
The contestants that weren't in hospital gathered round the cafeteria for their dinner.
"Who replaced all my skirts with grass skirts? I can get you done for racial discrimination!" Hawaii fumed.
"Join the club, someone has dyed my clothes GREEN!" Copenhagen shouted.
"It looks like we have a prankster on our mist..." Georgia grinned.
"Well done, Sherlock!" Czech mocked.
"No one's pranked me." Warsaw said, confused.
"Me neither or Vatican." Runcorn joined in.
"But who could it be?" Dublin asked no one in particular.
"My guess would be Prussia," Vienna answered, "he's cheeky enough to do this stuff to us."
"Wait a second..." Warsaw made every one pause as she scrolled down her contact list.
"What is it?" California asked.
"My contacts! They've changed!" Warsaw cried. America turned into "The Hero" Prussia turned into "His Awesomeness" Russia turned into "Vodka Lover" Vilnius turned into "That Kid"
"So that just leaves... wait where did he go?" Czech looked round to see no English boy with a track suit on.
"ALRIGHT! WHO DIED MY LIVERPOOL SHIRT EVERTON-BLUE!" Runcorn boomed. You see, British people are passionate about football (what Americans call soccer) because we invented it. And in Runcorn you're either a Manchester United, Everton or a Liverpool supporter. All 3 teams HATE each other. So to dye a Liverpool shirt (which is often red) blue (an Everton colour) is the WORST CRIME EVER. Just saying.
"Time up!" Canada beamed.
"Huh?" the contestants muttered.
"You have to guess which country did these things to you." Canada explained.
"I vote... YOU!" Dublin pointed to the tired Canadian.
"I vote Prussia." Vienna said.
"Me too."
"Me as well."
"Okay, any suggestions other than Prussia." Canada suggested.
"America. IT'S OBVIOUS!" Czech whined.
"Congrats! You have won the Napoleon Flip Flops their invincibility. Now viewers at home can only vote out Wellington Boots!" Canada beamed at the camera.
"Dude, we'll have no voters!" Georgia said.
"Yeah! They all think the author has died." Dublin added.
"Well we'll have to wait and see." Zombie Prussia stepped out of a curtain.
"See you next time! Next time we'll be talking about how our Christmas went. Any Poland or Hungary fans must see next episode! Remember, you have until the 2nd of January GMT to vote so get them in quick! The next episode will definitely be after Christmas." Zombie Prussia smirked at the camera. " You can only vote out the following: Hawaii, Georgia, Dublin, California, Copenhagen and Vatican. So join Awesome Me the next episode. See you next time on Hetalia House Of Drama."
Thanks for having so much patience! Norton was down, Word is (still) broke, my cat deleted my work 3 times, Fan Fiction deleted half of it, issues at school, laptop going CRAZY then lost my planning notpad again! Next time Poland (what a babe!) and Hungary shall be helping our contestants out with another challenge! See you next time!