Ignore that review I made. My laptop is okay. WARNING: Boy love in this chapter. It's innocent and clean, don't worry. Oh and don't kill me after you read this chapter: I mean no harm. R and R!
(In front of the front door, with it's imposing white bricks behind Prussia)
Prussia: We're using this today. I think The Author is getting desperate.
Canada: I don't blame her.
Russia: (to Canada) Who are you, da?
England: Seriously, this format?
Prussia: (Hisses) It's supposed to be a TV show! Now stop being unawesome! (Turns to the camera) Hello! Welcome to the next episode of Hetalia: House of Drama!
England: (Laughs) Fail at trying to be Chris from TDI!
Prussia: (shouts) STOP BEING UNAWESOME! Alright, Russia, hit the theme tune music.
Russia: (Begins to play O Canada)
Prussia: How unawesome Ivan!
Alaska: (smirks) All the CanadaxRussia fans just died then. (Hi-fives England)
Prussia: Watch it! Vienna was thinking of selling you to Canada.
Alaska: (confused) But Vienna doesn't own me?
Vienna: (evil) Hehe! That's what you think!
Alaska: O.o
Prussia: (screams) DIRTY THOUGHTS! (Runs off)
Germany: (awkwardly) Let's see how the boys are doing!
The Boys Corridor….
"What are you doing back here?" Runcorn asked as a familiar Lithuanian entered the main boys' room.
"I'm part of Nelson's Eye Patch. Prussia will probably explain later." Vilnius said with his voice so quiet that Runcorn had to strain his ears to hear him.
"Cool! Well shout if you need me!" Runcorn called behind him as he made his way to the bathroom.
"DO YOU MIND, DA?" A Russian voice shouted as Runcorn opened the door.
"Sorry, Russia!" Runcorn apologised nervously. Even he knew not to cross Russia.
"IT'S MOSCOW!" The person in the bathroom shouted. The English town stood in awe. He heard so much about Moscow and he just walked in on him!
"Sorry, Mr Moscow! Tell me when you're done!" Runcorn boomed before plopping himself down on the stylish black couch.
"NO! ANYTHING BUT YOU!" A voice shouted...
In the Girls' main room...
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! So glad to totally see you like again!" Warsaw beamed as she jumped up and down with Paris.
"I'm back! Who missed me for that whole chapter?" Georgia laughed, throwing her suit case on her old bed.
"I missed you!" California ran to her crazy friend.
"Me too!" London jogged coolly to her friend, even if she made her face all swollen.
"Erm... Hello?" a cute girl with glossy, wavy black hair asked the girls.
"Who are you?" London asked the new comer.
"I'm Atlantis and I'm new here." Atlantis smiled quietly. The other girls crowded round the new comer.
"Your dress is very cute! Like a blue version of chibi Italy's." Vienna complimented the new girl. Atlantis loved all the attention since she spent most of her life alone.
"Don't worry, darling! I'll totally update your look! We totally don't need you to be influenced by Vienna here." Warsaw hugged Atlantis.
"I really love your star fish clips!" Hawaii beamed, stroking a strand of Atlantis' long black hair.
"Hello?" Niigata asked as she opened the door.
"Another new-comer!" California beamed happily.
"I'm Niigata." the small Japanese girl blushed as she entered the room. Just like Atlantis, she was new to the outside world.
"I'm Atlantis." The underwater city greeted her, holding out her hand.
"I'm Warsaw! These are my two beauties Paris and London!" The wavy blonde smiled as she put her arms around the brunette's and blonde's shoulders.
"I'm California and this is my friend Georgia!" California welcomed the Japanese girl before hugging her crazy Georgia.
"I'm Vienna Wien and my best friend is Czech Republic and Alaska." Vienna said formally whilst the white-head hugged the aristocrat enthusiastically.
"You need to see this!" Copenhagen exclaimed, her blue eyes wide as she broke down the door.
Just outside the EoH...
"I'm having a nightmare... nightmare, nightmare." Vatican chanted, his beautiful Bambi eyes closed.
"You're not my dear Vatican..." The new contestant breathed before kissing the Italian city's head.
"I AM! I MUST BE!" Vatican wailed. A circle had formed around the two, the contestants nudging each other and whispering as they watch the drama. They were so unused to seeing Vatican lose his cool. The new contestants just watched, confused.
"Please Vatican, everyone is watching us." The blonde cupped Vatican's tanned cheek with their hands. Alaska's icy blue eyes grew wide: This was the angel he saw before!
"But why lie to me?" Vatican questioned, now becoming serious and dark.
"I knew you'd never love me back!" The blonde hugged the reluctant Italian before dropping to their knees, "I truly do love you..."
"Oh my totally like Gosh! That's Berlin!" Warsaw exclaimed as she pushed her way to the front. Everyone gasped in shock and amazement. Berlin would never dress up as an angel! He was far too manly and proud. And to love Vatican?
"I don't care! Lying is a sin but you don't care do you, you Atheist?" Vatican snapped, a perfect tear drop slipping from his dark eyes.
"Please don't make this harder for me!" Berlin wept as he went from his knees to his hands.
"I've always truly disliked you but you've crossed the line," Vatican whispered, his voice was low and menacing, making Niigata shiver. "You need to know where the line is!"
Berlin yelped as Vatican stabbed him with his crosier, not out of pain but out of shock.
The drama had gotten so good that even Germany, Prussia, France, Russia, England, America and Canada were all sat on the staircase watching.
"Austria! Hungary! Turn on your TV and go to channel 1223!" Prussia whispered excitedly into his phone.
"Vatican, I'm sorry for lying to you," Berlin muttered as his sapphire eyes began to water, "and I'm sorry for playing with your emotions. I seek forgiveness!"
"As a Catholic I will grant your request but as a city and a man I will never love you." Vatican sneered before storming off into the EoH.
A stunned silence filled the room. The new comers were confused as the contestants stared in shock at their friend Berlin. Well, most of them were friends with Berlin...
"It's okay, Berlin, there's other fish in the sea!" Vilnius patted the blonde's back. Berlin wiped his tears and stood up.
"Thanks Vilnius!" Berlin smiled at the scruffy boy.
"You like totally look gorgeous in that costume!" Warsaw beamed as she stroked Berlin's white shirt.
"I'm sure Vatican will be fine after he's calmed down." Paris hugged her German friend.
"I'm going to check up Vatican." Vienna whispered to London before trying to slope off to the EoH but got side tracked by a handsome Russian.
"Wonderful Wien!" Moscow beamed before picking Vienna up and swirling her round like a 4 year old, the purple skirts of her dress lifting up to show her pale legs.
"Moscow! Put me down!" Vienna squealed, "What if Austria's watching?"
"He'll just have to accept the fact you're getting older." Moscow smiled happily as he put Vienna down.
"I'm off to see Vatican, I must go!" Vienna babbled to the Russian before dashing off.
Much later...
Berlin entered the noisy EoH with all eyes on him. Berlin was washed and dressed in his army uniform. He looked quite dashing and looked like his usual self.
"Nelson's Eye Patch have to sit here!" Vilnius waved at the German city. Atlantis could hardly believe that the guy sitting next her was the same guy who was crying an hour ago.
"Now that everyone's here, totally awesome me will tell you what your challenges today are!" Prussia smirked as he grabbed a mick, "Since there are only 5 in each of the main teams awesome me has put a substitute team together!"
"But we have 6 people in our team!" Dublin wondered out loud.
"Nope, California has been voted out. California: go to the Nelson's Eye Patch table!" Prussia instructed the American state.
"I'll miss you California..." Russia whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek.
"NO FAIR!" Czech shouted, "How come...?"
"When you get voted out, Russia will kiss you!" Prussia hissed at his younger sister. Moscow looked away, embarrassed.
"T-thank you Russia." California whispered before going bright pink.
"HEY BEST FRIEND!" Georgia beamed happily as the dark haired girl sat down next to her.
"It's Gakuen Hetalia time!" Prussia beamed.
"Ooooh! Totally yay! I hope I get a dishy teacher!" Warsaw exclaimed excitedly.
"Well, Warsaw, if you fancy P.E. teachers then yes!" Prussia chuckled evilly.
"Oh no..." Vienna groaned.
"That's right! It's Sports Day! Everyone on to the field! Prussia grinned as the OCs groaned in dismay.
On the field...
"The awesome prize is my awesome dear friend France's cooking for the rest of the competition!" Prussia grinned happily.
"Is England's food terrible of something?" Atlantis asked Niigata. Niigata shrugged to show she didn't have a clue.
"YES!" London punched the air triumphantly, earning glares from her father.
"Finally! I'm sick of having to eat those horrible scones!" Copenhagen rejoiced next to her ginger best friend.
"Don't we need a kit or something?" Czech asked her brother.
"Nope, just bibs." Canada replied before Prussia could open his mouth.
"Hah! I'm like totally not playing soccer with these heels!" Warsaw laughed sarcastically.
"It's a surprise you can even walk in them." Vienna muttered darkly as Moscow snickered.
"At least she's not wearing ugly Church shoes! I mean, talk about grotesque!" Paris sneered at the Austrian's black shoes.
"Normally she wears yellow converse!" Czech snapped back, hoping that would shut up the prissy French girl. It didn't.
"Hah! You're fashion-ly backward!" Paris laughed cruelly, tossing her wavy blonde hair back.
"She's naturally beautiful! So much that she can work anything, da!" Moscow rushed to Vienna's side.
"Awwww! Vienna's got herself a Russian boyfriend!" London cooed.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Vienna said quietly before looking up to the Russian city.
"Please! Vienna can totally do well better!" Warsaw protested before linking arms with her Vilnius. In her opinion, anyone could do better than Moscow, even Vienna.
"Attention, my unawesome people! Teams get into your lines!" Prussia shouted down his microphone. The three teams got into their lines on the emerald lush grass. It was a beautiful sunny day.
"Okay, first up is football!" England clasped his hands together as the contestants looked at him confusingly.
"Where's the pads?" Alaska asked England.
"Surely you can live without shin pads?" Iggy replied to the tall American state.
"But what about the head protection?" California butted in.
"What do you mean? Football isn't that violent!" London frowned.
"It is if you're playing against Manchester United. OUCH!" Runcorn exclaimed, rubbing the bruise on his arm.
"Let me translate!" Dublin said, poking his red head out of the line, "Football means soccer! Soccer means football!" The Americans "ahhhhh"ed at the sane explanation.
"Our guest stars today are England and my bruder, since England invented lots of sports and West here destroys England in football." Prussia chuckled as he placed his arm around Germany's broad shoulders. Berlin flushed furiously: Does Germany know about this morning?
"Yes! Football! Show time!" Runcorn grinned before stripping out of his track suit and reviling his (gob-smack gorgeous) yellow and green football kit.
"Right- 7 each side! West: Take over Napoleon Flip Flops; England is to take over Wellington Boots. Teams: Pick your strikers, defenders, midfielders and goalies: And 2 substitutes in case one of your players get injured. This will require you to pick 4 from Nelson's Eye Patch, so move it people!" Prussia ordered before blowing a whistle.
Wellington Boots...
"Is anyone here good at football?" Copenhagen asked her huddle of team mates.
"ME!" Dublin and Runcorn exclaimed at the same time.
"Me also!" Vatican smiled angelically. Copenhagen blinked, Vatican was his normal self. Was he really the same person who stabbed Berlin with his crosier?
"Brilliant! How about you, Hawaii?" the dirty blonde asked the brunette.
"I'm okay at it!" The sunny island beamed happily.
"I'm not very good at it so how about me being a defender?" Copenhagen asked her comrades.
"Sure, but who will pick from Nelson's Eye Patch?" Dublin murmured as he nibbled his lip.
Napoleon Flip Flops….
"Who's good at football apart from me?" London asked her huddle.
"TOTALLY LIKE ME!" Warsaw squealed happily.
"I'm not." Vienna sighed sadly.
"Vienna will just have to be one of our defenders. I'll be the goal keeper." Alaska shrugged coolly.
"I'll be the other defender. What do you want to be Warsaw?" London asked the Polish city.
"I'll totally be the striker! Czech, you want to midfield?" Warsaw asked the snowy haired girl.
"Sure! Now... about subs..." Czech replied.
"Vilnius is good at soccer! So is Berlin!" Warsaw beamed happily.
"How about Moscow? He's so tall that the ball won't be able to pass him!" Czech asked coolly.
"NO!" Alaska, Warsaw and London shouted in unison.
Neutral...
"Attention!" Prussia shouted before whistling, "we need to flip a coin to see who picks their subs first!"
Alaska glanced at his team mates. They hadn't picked the 4 other people yet!
Likewise, Wellington Boots stared at each other nervously.
"Tails!" London said quickly to Prussia. The awesome one flipped the coin.
"Tails it is! Pick your substitutes!" The awesome host said to the surprised team.
"Like Vilnius and totally Berlin! Ermmmm..." Warsaw said, turning to her team mates for whoever else.
"Moscow and Atlantis!" Vienna shouted quickly. The dark girl was thrilled! Someone she just met wanted her on their team! Moscow was mixed in emotions. He loved the fact he got to play with Czech (one of his friends) Vilnius and Warsaw (to wind them up) and his Vienna but by the look at the teams faces it was crystal clear he was not welcome.
"Awesome! I guess you're stuck with the left overs?" Prussia turned to ask their team.
"Leftovers? Please! They're the sexiest people on Earth!" Runcorn grinned as the spared subs wondered over to their team, "I mean, look at Sex on Legs here!" he added, patting Georgia's bum. Georgia blew a raspberry but giggled. I guess she was used to the flirty Brit.
Napoleon Flip Flops...
"Yay! Thanks you guys! But I don't think I'm very good at soccer..." Atlantis hugged London out of happiness.
"Hello comrades!" Moscow beamed happily before hugging Vienna.
"WIEN!" Warsaw, London and Alaska all shouted at the aristocrat. This was seriously not her day.
"I know but it seemed like a good idea." Vienna said innocently before hiding behind her tall friend. Suddenly Atlantis became uncertain of whether or not she was needed.
"Don't worry Atlantis- we're glad we got you. But there's some controversy on Moscow." Czech explained to the confused city.
"Oh Vilnius, I totally like didn't expect Vienna to pick Moscow! I'm like so totally sorry! Forgive?" Warsaw fluttered her eyelashes at her dream boyfriend.
"I-it's okay! Am I okay to be an attacker?" Vilnius stammered. Why did he have to be on the same team as Moscow?
"Of course you can, my love!" Warsaw purred as she squeezed her darling. Berlin wasn't bitter about him being on the bench, he knew that if both Vilnius and Moscow were on the benches together, they'd be ruined.
Wellington Boots...
"Who's doing what?" Runcorn whispered to his team mates as they huddled together.
"I'm a defender, remember?" Copenhagen replied.
"I'll be goalie!" Dublin grinned.
"I'll be an attacker! What about you Hawaii?" Runcorn asked the island.
"I'll be a defender- I don't mind!" Hawaii said nervously.
"I'll be an attacker." Vatican said graciously.
"I want to be midfielder!" Georgia beamed happily.
"Midfielders together!" California beamed as she air punched the air with Georgia.
"What about you, Niigata?" Hawaii asked the small Japanese girl. Niigata flinched; she honestly thought everyone forgot her!
"I'll be a substitute. I'm no good at soccer..." Niigata blushed.
"Awwww! You're so pretty!" Dublin cooed at the Japanese girl.
"W-why thank you!" Niigata flushed. She wasn't used to being complimented!
"She's pretty alright... pretty boring! I'll be a sub with loser here!" Paris scoffed. Little did Paris know, she just signed her death certificate...
Neutral
"America and your King of Awesome will be commentators!" Prussia grinned before racing to the commentator box with America.
"Iggy and Germany are the managers from now on!" America said in a cheesy presenter voice.
"UNAWESOME SHIT! Who's going to be the referee?" Prussia cursed, forgetting his microphone was on.
"I WILL!" Suddenly a brunette rushed out in between the teams as a massive football stadium dropped down from the heavens and landed with a BANG!
"Buda?" Vienna exclaimed.
"Has The Author got a grudge against you or something?" Czech laughed to her best friend.
"Hey, Wien! Hey, Uncle Germany 1 and Uncle Germany 2!" The brunette beamed, running into the middle of the pitch.
"Budapest, what are you doing here?" Prussia laughed at his mad nephew.
"I was just passing and thought I'd drop in." Budapest shrugged coolly.
"Hungary's house is nowhere near Seychelles'!" Prussia laughed harder. Seriously, where did Hungary get that boy?
"I'm refereeing! Alright people, line up!" Budapest blew into his whistle. Doggedly the teams scrambled to line up on either side of him.
ilurrrverussia: Okay, now we're going over to Prussia and America for the latest on the Napoleon vs Wellington football match being played at People's Stadium in Seychelles. Over to you Gilbert!
Prussia: Thank you ilurrrverussia! The match has just started!
America: What's this? 1 minute into the game and Germany is already switching the players around!
Prussia: (to Canada) Whatever your name is, show them what Germany is doing!
Canada: Okay!
(Down at the pitch)
Germany: (shouting really loud so all the players can hear him) WIEN! Off the pitch! Berlin, take her place!
Berlin + Vienna: Ja, sir!
(Berlin takes her place as defender)
Prussia: How unawesome! Vienna didn't even get a chance to play!
America: That's Germany for you. Runcorn has got possession of the ball!
Prussia: Hard to miss him in his Linnets kit! Only Runcornians would wear yellow and green and make it look awesome! Not as awesome as me of course.
America: Agreed! Runcorn and Vatican are making a brilliant team, passing it from one to the other! They've dribbled passed Czech and Atlantis and are now on their way to Berlin and London.
(Down on the pitch)
Czech: (comforting Atlantis) Don't worry! We just need Berlin and London to get their act together, it'll be fine!
Atlantis: (sobbing) Okay...
Runcorn: Go on Vatican! (Passes the ball to the Italian)
Vatican: Si! (Dribbles pass London)
Berlin: (Thinking) Mein got! I'm done for! (Goes all mushy) Awwww isn't he cute? Like Bambi!
(Vatican shoots pass the mushy Berlin and scores)
Alaska: (shouts) Berlin?
Berlin: I'm so sorry!
London: You're the goalie, why are you shouting at Berlin?
Alaska: He could've stopped him!
London: And you could've saved the goal!
(Over in midfield)
Atlantis: (wails) I'm so sorry!
Czech: It's okay.
(Back in the tower)
Prussia: Unawesome Berlin definitely screwed up then.
America: The hero agrees! (Munches on a hamburger) Now the ball is back in the middle and is given to the cutest couple in this competition, Warsaw and Vilnius.
Prussia: HHoD fans have been saying that's there a love triangle! Will it be WarsawxVilnius OR MinskxVilnius? Awesome gossip there, people!
America: Warsaw and Vilnius have dribbled pass Runcorn and Vatican and are on their way to the two bestfriends California and Georgia!
Prussia: But what is this? Warsaw has twisted her foot! That proves it kids: don't play football in heels or be unawesome!
America: Brother, show all the people at home the phenomenal thing that may have just cost Napoleon's Flip Flops the game!
(Back to the pitch)
Warsaw: (Ankle twist and she falls over in slow motion) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Vilnius: Warsaw!
Germany: Halt the game!
Budapest: You heard the man, people! (Blows his whistle)
Germany: Vilnius and Czech, bring Warsaw here! (looks at Moscow in sadness) Go on.
Moscow: (In his happy child-like voice) Yay! (Runs on to the pitch)
Warsaw: (when she finally gets back to the bench) Vienna, why have you lips like totally swollen up?
Vienna: (fails at whispering) I'll tell you later when Canada's pointing the camera somewhere else.
Warsaw: (Gaps in shock and then turns to Germany) You...?
Germany: I don't approve either but Moscow looked like he could kill me at any minute.
Warsaw: (concerned) Poor Vilnius, he's got to try to strike with Moscow!
Vienna: (sighs) We're all doomed.
(Back at the pitch)
Moscow: Hello, Vilnius!
Vilnius: H-hi there!
(Vatican takes the ball off Vilnius, who just stood there looking dumbstruck)
Vatican: (to Runcorn) When I get pass Berlin, you score!
Runcorn: Alright!
(Vatican goes pass Berlin and passes to Runcorn. Runcorn shoots but Alaska catches it)
London: Way to go Alaska!
Berlin: You're getting the jist of this, ja?
Moscow: DA!
Alaska: Go long Vilnius! (throws it to Vilnius who's on the other side of the pitch but...)
(Back in the tower)
Prussia: (shouts) HOW UNAWESOME!
Romano: Stupid Bitch.
America: (to Romano) Get out of here! I'm the hero!
Romano: TOMATO! (runs off)
America: I see why Iggy's people love this stuff, it's so dramatic
Prussia: England is obsessed! Awesome I has heard that he's so obsessed with it, not only do they teach it P.E. ask everyone what team they support, have footballers family as celebrities but their kids play it morning, break time and lunch time!
America: Which one of them meant Recess?
Prussia I have no awesome clue.
America: I can't believe Copenhagen would do such a thing!
Prussia: How unawesome!
America: But still!
(On the pitch)
Dublin: (sympathetically) Oh, Copen!
Copenhagen: (in a teeny tiny voice) I'm sorry.
(Everyone races to the pitch except Warsaw)
England: (angry outdoor voice) YOU WANKER!
Germany: (to England) Your people can't play football for toffee, so shut it!
Runcorn+London: (Shouting at Germany in unison) Oh no you didn't!
Berlin: Can't we just give her a foul and move on?
Vienna: (to Berlin) Nope, Germany and England have to argue about this.
Budapest: I agree with Berlin!
England: (to Budapest) No one cares what you have to say!
Niigata: (to Copenhagen) Sorry if I've lost the point here but isn't England supposed to be defending his team members?
Copenhagen: (to Niigata) Please, it's England, he's insane.
Moscow: (sees the poor Austrian girl and exclaims) Vienna! (glomps Vienna)
Vienna: (Pushing him off her) Not now, Moscow!
Alaska: (pulling Vienna's plaits) You just wait 'til he's gone, missy! You're in so much trouble!
(Back in the tower)
Prussia: We're just going to sort all this unawesome business out...
America: We'll just quickly pass over to ilurrrverussia!
ilurrrverussia: Errrrr... we'll be back after these advertisements! Don't go anywhere!
I know, I know, I know! It was a long boring chapter and there's more parts to it (no more football at least :D) Sorry for making a million mistakes on it but I really don't know much about football (even though I'm English) but I do know Liverpool rocks my socks! KKD! WOOP! Anyway, don't kill me for the BerlinxVatican bit. You can't actually kill me for it because I'm Catholic so there :P Byieeee my darlings! Don't vote yet!
Byieeee my darlings!
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