I'm sorry that these chapters are pretty rubbish. Hopefully this one shouldn't disappoint you as much. And it has Poland! YAY! Enjoy, R and R!

The American state opened his ice-blue eyes to see nothing but pure white. The room he was in was pure white and so was the bed he was laying on.

"Hello?" He called out. His voice echoed throughout the room.

"Hello!" A voice replied happily. He looked up to see a face looking down on him. Alaska couldn't decide what gender it was, it looked very feminine but you just never know these days.

"Am I in Heaven?" Alaska asked the person as it walked in front of his bed.

"Nope!" The person laughed. The state could see that the person had deep blue eyes and blonde hair, short and fluffy. The person was wearing pure white also.

"Are you an angel?" Alaska questioned the mysterious person.

"It depends on who you ask!" The person laughed. Suddenly something forceful hit Alaska's head, forcing him into another deep sleep...

Back at the cafeteria...

"Right, kids, Poland and Hungary are stuck in traffic so I have time to make announcements!" Prussia said awesomely, "First of all, we need a new name for the cafeteria because spell check says it's not a word."

"Restaurant?" Copenhagen suggested helpfully.

"Have you ate England's food?" Hawaii asked Copenhagen sarcastically.

"England's Hall of Torture." Czech groaned.

"EHT for short!" Vienna pitched in.

"Good! Another announcement, which team are you on Runcorn?" the awesome one asked.

"I'm on Team Wellington Boots!" Runcorn beamed, putting his arms around Dublin and Copenhagen.

"That's awesome!" Prussia winked, "here you are ladies!" he added as he passed round some envelopes.

"My two best friends." Runcorn smiled at Dublin and Copenhagen.

"Errrr... no!" Copenhagen said, pushing Runcorn's arm off her.

"Why?" Runcorn asked, hurt.

"You're English. I hate the English. I will never forgive them for the Battle of Copenhagen. All those innocent people!" Copenhagen wailed.

"That reminds awesome me of another announcement. Some of our contestants are being OOC." Prussia smiled to the camera.

"What does that mean?" Vienna asked sweetly.

"Well, Vienna, it means Out Of Character," Prussia glared at his niece, "like when Czech was being jealous of California, she's not supposed to be the jealous girlfriend type. And just then! Copenhagen is supposed to hate England SECRETLY!"

"Darn you, Author!" Copenhagen glared upwards.

"Watch it! She's English too!" Runcorn growled.

"Any way, the unawesome author is sorry for making you all OOC. She will try her best to keep you in line."

"Apology accepted." Vatican smiled graciously.

"Another announcement: We are going to try and regulate the show. You'll understand what I mean in the next few chapters." Russia piped up.

"Oh and Czech, due to other OCs in this fanfiction, we are not allowing you two to be all kissy and that." Prussia glared at his young sister.

"Except night time when the cameras are off..." Russia grinned evilly.

"Is it okay if I watch?" Vienna asked politely.

"Sure sweetie and I'm sorry about the news." Russia answered, his voice falling quiet.

"WHAT NEWS?" Runcorn asked excitedly.

"Vienna took a Mary Sue Litmus test and got Mary Sue." London sighed.

"YOU POOR INNOCENT THING!" Vatican and Dublin began to wail.

"Awwww I'm sorry to hear that Vienna." California said, nibbling her lip.

"It's okay, you'll get through it." Georgia hugged the awkward Austrian.

"You do realise you're all being pathetic." Alaska said darkly, entering the room.

"Can you not see how bad she's hurting?" California and Georgia snapped.

"She shouldn't even care. She has very few Mary-Sue characteristics." Alaska rolled his eyes.

"Yeah! Like Mary-Sue characters are supposed to be like totally attractive!" Warsaw jumped in happily.

"That was bang out of order Warsaw!" Runcorn laughed.

"She's got a point." Vienna said excitedly.

"I totally have?" The blonde capital gasped in astonishment. Warsaw isn't stupid, just a bit of a peanut head. Someone thinking her idea was good was rare.

"That was in 60 of the questions!" Vienna smiled.

"Besides, Hetalia OCs are bound to be Mary-Sue! We're immortal, look younger than we are supposed to be and some have unnatural eye colours!" Alaska sighed. The whole point he went on this show was to be challenged, not to be hanging round with a bunch of idiots.

"Was "Good at a musical instrument?" a question?" Czech asked. Vienna nodded.

"You're bound to be good at instruments! You're Austria's child!" Prussia laughed at his funny little niece.

"So I'm not a Mary Sue?" Vienna asked Alaska as he stood over her.

"Of course not. You're an Hetalia OC. If we stuck you in Sonic then you'd be a Mary Sue." Alaska smiled, pulling on one of the aristocrat's plaits.

The whole room had a good atmosphere about it. It wasn't noisy like normal, it was happy and yet quiet. Until Russia began to laugh too hard.

"Russia? Why ruin a good moment?" Canada hissed at the big country.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking that if Czech took the test, what would she get?" Russia roared with laughter.

"I'M SICK OF THIS SHOW!" Czech began to scream, "FIRST THE AUTHOR DESCRIBES ME WRONG, THEN GETS ME OOC, AND NOW THIS!"

"That's rather out of character as well." Copenhagen whispered to Dublin.

"And she filled out her form wrong. On the Continent/Country question she put what house she lives in and when. THE ANSWER WAS EUROPE!" Dublin shouted over to Czech.

"Please calm down Czech..." Vienna said, hugging her weird yet wonderful friend.

"Hey, that reminds me, why wasn't Vatican pranked?" Georgia asked Canada.

"We all felt sorry for Vatican. He's got a really sad story to tell." Canada replied, his voice sunken. Vatican blushed.

"Is it because of all the issues of the Catholic Church?" Copenhagen asked gently.

"No, being Christian has always been hard." Vatican smiled.

"Is it because scientists are destroying faith?" Hawaii whispered, putting her arm around Vatican.

"No, my child but thanks for your concern." Vatican whispered back.

"Is it because you're not allowed to snog?" Runcorn asked helpfully. Everyone burst out laughing at Runcorn's suggestion.

"It's totally pouring down." Warsaw sighed, looking at the window, oblivious of the whole Vatican situation.

"Vilnius totally doesn't like the rain does he?" Russia sighed, taking the mick out of Warsaw.

"What does your letter say?" Alaska asked the beautiful blonde girl.

"Oh! We're in a totally new Fanfiction!" Warsaw beamed excitedly.

"And Vilnius is in it! He's so cute! I totally love his little bum!" Russia jumped up and down, doing his best Warsaw impression.

"Like totally shut up, Russia!" Poland said, walking in to the EHT.

"You like totally tell him daddy!" Warsaw beamed, hugging her dad.

"Like, Warsaw, what are you wearing?" Poland asked in astonishment. Warsaw was wearing a red mini dress with a black bow on it. Sure it was pretty and fashionable but it was a bit too short.

"Dad, get with the times!" Warsaw laughed at her dad.

"Who's your mum if Poland's your dad?" Runcorn asked.

"Lithuania!" Poland shrugged cooly.

"Please! You're the girl in that relationship, da!" Russia argued.

"What have you got like against the totally rad Lukasiewicz family?" Poland questioned Russia.

"Dude, how is he not scared of Russia?" Runcorn hissed in Dublin's ear.

"Your Warsaw broke my Moscow's arm!" Russia snapped.

"That was like when we were totally little babies! And he totally shouldn't have been teasing Vilnius!" Warsaw argued back.

"Okay, okay, forgive and forget!" Copenhagen rushed in, making a wall between the angry Polish family and the tall (gorgeous!) Russian.

"As you all know, Hungary was originally going to be Hetalia's cross dresser but they chose Poland instead. So today's challenge is to take part in an awesome cross-dressing fashion show! You'll need one boy and one girl and the rest will be your spies, prop manager, makeup artists etc. Oh and one last thing: other then they have to be cross dressed, ANYTHING GOES! Have an awesome time!" Prussia grinned before disappearing.

"You heard the man! SHIFT!" Hungary ordered, sitting down on Napoleon Flip Flop's table.

"Why is Daddy not totally on my team?" Warsaw whined.

"They were worried he'd throw the game for you so you lot have Hungary." Canada shrugged.

So Wellington Boots went to the boy's dorm whilst Napoleon Flip Flops went to the girl's dorm.

Wellington Boots…

"I'll be the girl!" Dublin beamed excitedly.

"No! I want to be the girl!" Runcorn whined.

"But I never get to cross dress in S. Ireland's house! He thinks that's why N. Ireland went to England's!" Dublin sulked.

"I think Vatican should. He has beautiful eyelashes and skin. We could dress him up as an angel!" Hawaii suggested.

"I would love to, my child, but I'm not sure that the Bible will let me." Vatican blushed.

"I'M THE GIRL! GET OVER IT!" Runcorn shouted at the ginger ninja.

"NO! ME!" Dublin shouted back, grabbing Runcorn's wrists.

"Hey, where did Georgia go?" California asked.

"The Author couldn't even write her leaving so we made her sneak out the back." Canada answered.

"I'll be the cross dresser for the boy." Copenhagen suggested.

"Thanks Copen!" Hawaii hugged the blonde capital.

"Let's totally get busy then!" Poland beamed, pulling out his makeup kit.

Napoleon's Flip Flops….

"I'm not doing it." Alaska shook his head as Hungary pushed the dress near him.

"If only Runcorn didn't leave us..." Vienna sighed.

"How do I look?" Czech said coming out of the wardrobe. She was wearing a leather jacket, black cords with an emo belt and a "Frankie Says Relax" t-shirt.

"You're one fit lad!" Vienna winked. California stared at the aristocrat.

"She was joking! Chill!" Czech laughed, digging out some shades from her pocket.

Wellington Boots…..

"You look totally beautiful darling!" Poland complimented Copenhagen. Having the boys' room for a base made it a good advantage.

"I like it. It looks very smart." Copenhagen swirled round. The dirty blonde hair complimented the white feathers perfectly. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in, if you dare!" Runcorn said, before getting his water pistol and opening the door.

"Is it okay if we borrow some hair gel?" Vienna asked politely to Poland, forgetting Runcorn's existence.

"Totally!" Poland said, throwing the bottle to Vienna. Runcorn caught it.

"There you go missy." Runcorn smiled to Vienna as if she was a little girl.

"Is it okay if we borrow some boy cologne as well?" Vienna questioned the bushy-browed town.

"Of course, babe!" Runcorn winked as he got some out of the cupboard. Runcorn failed to notice the worried expression on Vienna's face.

"Thank you!" Vienna curtsied before running off.

"What a nice girl!" Dublin sighed before scratching his red hair.

"YOU! SHOWER! And moisturise!" Runcorn ordered Dublin, shoving him into the bathroom.

"Hawaii, you're the totally hair dresser and California can be like the makeup genius. I'll like totally supervise! Runcorn, you make sure none of those like totally Napoleon kids sneak in." Poland said.

Napoleon's Flip Flops…

"They were doing a theme of some kind. Like a Heaven theme." Vienna said, placing the cologne and hair gel down on the bed.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be one fit rock dude." Hungary said as she grabbed the hair gel and began to gel Czech's hair.

"How's Alaska doing?" Vienna called to London.

"Not so well, he still refuses." London chewed her lip.

"DO YOUR WORST! I LIVED WITH RUSSIA!" Alaska growled.

"C'mon you're the only boy in our group! And we only have 5 people!" Vienna snapped.

"Fine." Alaska sighed, walking to Hungary. He did hate it when Vienna used her grown up voice. It reminded him that she was Austria's child.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"What's wrong?" Vienna answered the door.

"We need perfume! Poland used his all up!" Vatican panted.

"Hey have we got any spare perfume for the enemy?" Vienna turned to ask Warsaw.

"Like totally if it's for Daddy!" Warsaw grinned passing over some Far Away perfume.

"Thank you and God Bless!" Vatican nodded before running back to the boy dorm.

Wellington Boots….

"Runcorn's one crazy nutter." Vatican sighed as he gave Poland the bottle.

"Don't worry Vatican, you weren't to know!" Hawaii patted Vatican's back. For a European, Vatican wasn't so bad.

"Voila!" California grinned at Dublin. Dublin was dressed as a devil, with red horns and a tail to match. He definitely looked like a girl.

"Where did you find that?!" Vatican screamed, shielding his eyes.

"I knew what challenge we were doing so I like totally brought some costumes!" Poland smiled at his creations.

"I think we're ready for show and tell!" Dublin giggled.

"Me too!" Copenhagen giggled.

Napoleon's Flip Flops….

"Who's smudge the eye shadow all over the makeup kit?" Hungary asked the girls.

"I've not touched the make up!" Vienna said defensively.

"I was looking for Alaska's dress!" Warsaw replied.

"I'm staying still so I don't ruin this masterpiece!" Czech beamed. She really was enjoying this.

"I'm doing Alaska's hair!" London called over.

"Can every one please make their way to the EHT, da!" Russia's voice boomed over the house

England's Hall Of Torture…

They re-decorated the room. England's window with his food counter was covered with silk. A MASSIVE cat walk was in the middle of the room and the tables were nowhere to be seen. The usually brown walls were re-painted white and cameras on tripods were stood up. Prussia was wearing a silver tuxedo and holding a microphone. The audience sat down and waited with baited breath.

"There's my big brother S. Ireland!" Dublin exclaimed with glee.

"And there's Liverpool and his colonies of the Scouse Mafia!" Runcorn grinned.

"Oh my gosh! It's my sibs! AND VILNIUS!" Warsaw beamed.

"And Budapest and Moscow and Austria and Japan and Kiev and Ukraine and Tokyo and..." Vienna said, pointing to each person in the crowd.

"Th's 's goin' t' be f'n." Su-san whispered to his shaky wife. (I read in a fanfiction that Sweden speaks with a bunch of apostrophes.)

"Does your mad boss approve of this?" Italy whispered to Germany.

"I'm not so sure but Berlin wanted to watch it." Germany shrugged.

"I wonder if our little Vatican is going to take part?" Italy whispered to his brother Romano.

"I don't think so..." Romano rolled his eyes.

"Lad! It's starting!" Liverpool shouted excitedly, turning the crowd into silence.

"Rats! I don't know how to walk in heels!" Alaska cursed, being held up by Vienna.

"It's okay, just try your best!" Vienna smiled to the tall state.

"Okay! Welcome to our grand fashion show! Hosted by the awesome me! We only have 4 models but we hope you enjoy!" Prussia beamed to the audience.

"QUICK! What music do you want to be sent out to?" Austria hissed to the contestants.

"First up will be our 'boys'!" Prussia grinned before jumping off the stage.

Czech walked out to "Fashion" by (the simply gorgeous) David Bowie. She strutted her stuff like she was a proper model and yet still grinned like a boy.

"Isn't that your little sister?" Italy whispered to Germany.

"Ja and I'm pretty glad!" Germany whispered to Italy before clapping.

When she got to the edge she made the shades slide down her nose a bit before winking to the mass of girl OCs who were trying to climb on stage.

"PLEASE COME BACK!" Kiev wailed. Some of the other girls were shouting phone numbers.

"I can't wait to see their faces once they've found out that it's me!" Czech laughed once she got back to Vienna.

Copenhagen was dressed with a white jacket, white trousers, angel wings and a halo. She walked on to Bad Romance by Lady Gaga (you know the part where it goes fashion crazy?)

"He's so cute! He has to be gay!" Riga whispered to Tallinn.

"That's very true." Tallinn giggled.

"I was worried about coming to see this. But it's tasteful, not horrible tacky stuff." Berlin said to Germany and Munich.

"Can I be pretty like him, Vilnius?" Moscow asked innocently to his shivering servant.

"Sure you can!" Vilnius smiled nervously.

Copenhagen got to the edge of the cat-walk and thrown her halo into the crowd. Some of the girls ended up fighting for it. She pulled her jacket and winked at them, sending them all screaming.

"I think we did well!" Copenhagen hi-fived California once she got back.

Prussia ran on to the stage.

"Applause for those awesome models please!" Prussia beamed as they both bowed and winked at their amazed audience.

"Next up: Our girls!"

"We haven't got any eye shadow for Alaska!" Hungary hissed at team members.

"Here." Vienna said coolly, passing her an eye mask.

"Thanks!" Alaska whispered.

Alaska strode on with all the grace of an elephant but hardly no one noticed with his large puffy dress. He was walking to Ode to Joy by Beethoven.

"She looks familiar..." America whispered to Washington.

"That must have been one crazy night!" Washington laughed.

Alaska was wearing a large puffy dress with long sleeves. You know the type of dress the French aristocrats wore? That's the one. It was a deep indigo with silver embodied flowers on it. The purple mask seemed to match it. Alaska's snowy hair was brushed and had a cute indigo flower clip on the side of his head.

"Wow..." Berlin breathed.

"I LIVE IN SWEDEN!" Stockholm shouted.

"Why are you wearing Vienna's dress?" Moscow shouted.

This shocked Alaska which led to him tripping on his own feet...

"I've got ya!" Budapest shouted as he caught Alaska in his arms.

"Thank you..." Alaska batted his eyelashes and put on his best girly voice as he could.

He reached the end and curtsied before blowing them a kiss.

"I'm go'ng t' re-th'nk m' s'xuality." Sweden whispered to his wife.

Alaska walked back and reached to Vienna.

"That wasn't so bad, I guess." Alaska shrugged.

Dublin walked on to "Sexy and I know it." by LMFAO (is that right?) He looked like something out of stag night.

"There goes my words." Berlin groaned.

"Y'p, I'm def'n'tely gay!" Sve sighed before looking to his darling Finland.

"MY EYES!" All the girls screamed in unison, shielding their eyes.

"Vilnius?" Moscow whispered into his servant's ear, "I don't understand..." Vilnius just looked sheepish and covered his and Moscow's eyes.

"YEAH!" Liverpool whooped as Dublin wiggled his bum.

"Bye Boys..." Dublin said seductively before walking back to Runcorn.

"Boy! That was convincing! Except I would have done better!" Runcorn winked at Dublin.

Prussia walked back on stage and grinned at the crowd.

"Thanks to our very own models and their pit crew for putting on such an awesome show!" Prussia beamed at the crowd, "And to our very own Poland and Hungary!" everyone in the crowd whoop and applauded.

"Now, here's the thing. Due to last minute OC requests, this stupid competition is getting LONGER! SO WE ARE NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS! Also due to last minute OC requests we are doing something never done on this show before: An Everything Goes Elimination! You can vote out everyone except Copenhagen, Czech, Alaska and Dublin. Bye and make sure to vote!" Prussia beamed to the camera.

"Y'know, I feel rather lonely." Canada said to his little polar bear.

"Who are you?" The cute little bear asked.

"I'm Canada."

"Byieeee! Next time will be our gob-smack awesome sports day! You have until the 23rd of January!" Prussia added, completely ignoring Canada.

I know, failed again. I honestly don't think I'm going to make a series two! Next time our last batch of OCs are coming. But don't send in any more requests please! Otherwise it'll end up like Shadow's Hotel and we don't want that. Trust me. Byieeee!

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