Here's the second part, people! This one will make more sense than the last chapter and will hopefully be shorter. YAY! Enjoy and R and R!
"We're back and we've sorted out the problem!" Prussia smiled to the camera man.
"Even though Copenhagen accidently whacked Vilnius in the face and done a handball, Wellington Boots win because they actually got to score a goal!" England smirked in triumphant.
"And now is Danish Long Ball. Subs will field to save time and both teams will be batting. Line up!" Germany explained as the teams rushed to their places.
Everyone on Napoleon's Flip Flops had played it safe by only winning one point each person.
"Thanks a lot Vienna." Alaska growled.
"I'm sorry..." Vienna squeaked. If this was any other day, Alaska would just frown at her before tugging at one of her plaits and letting it go but today was sports day and his competitive streak was showing.
"Why, Vienna? We could have scored! We could have won!" Alaska snapped.
"Warsaw would've chosen Paris as one of our subs! She wears bigger heels than Warsaw herself!" Vienna pleaded.
"Vilnius still could've scored!" Alaska protested.
"Nothing would've stopped Copenhagen from whacking him in the face though," Vienna pointed out.
"I don't care! You know how much me and Warsaw hate him!" Alaska argued.
"You just hate him because he's related to Russia." Vienna muttered stubbornly, crossing her arms.
"I was right about you Austrians, all snobby and hoity-toity and ignorant. I don't see why I was ever your friend!" Alaska huffed as he turned his back away from her.
"I was right about all you boy Americans, arrogant and stupid and selfish." Vienna said in a wobbly voice in-between sobs. Alaska turned back round to stare at her in astonishment. Vienna knew how much Alaska was trying to show he was different from America!
Now, Copenhagen (or Mrs Hippy as I secretly call her) would've rushed in and saved them two and force them to being friends but Copenhagen was all the way at the back with her team mates so she couldn't see anything. Behind Vienna was Dublin who was finding all this very painful but didn't wish to get beaten up by Alaska.
"How dare you!" Alaska shouted before grabbing hold of Vienna's shoulders.
"Alaska, you turn to bat." Canada whispered to Alaska. Alaska's icy blue eyes grown wide, had everyone been watching them argue? Quickly he dropped Vienna's shoulders and got the bat from the emerald blades of grass.
The ball shot pass the fielders and into the next field. The largest state in America ran for his life, going pass the fielders, to the safe zone and back before the fielders could get him. He dropped the bat violently on Vienna's black shoes.
Vienna pushed the glasses up her nose and concentrated hard on Budapest and the ball. When the ball left Budapest's pale hands, Vienna dropped her bat and ran like a crazy loony on the run from the police.
The back stand (Paris) simply thrown the ball and hit Vienna's back. Poor Vienna didn't even reach the safe zone. In defeat, Vienna sloped back to her Uncle Prussia and whispered into his ears.
"I'm not so sure if this is how we play Danish long ball in Denmark..." Copenhagen said whilst biting her lip as her best friend Dublin picked up the bat.
"Relax. This is how they play it Runcorn!" Dublin laughed before nodding to Budapest. Dublin whacked the ball with all his might but it didn't go very far.
"RUN GINGER! RUN!" Runcorn screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!" Dublin chanted, taunting Berlin to run faster. You see, in Danish long ball, the fielders can either throw the ball at you or tag you with the ball. It's like rounders but there is no base, you just have to run to the safe zone to get one point, or one from where you started to the safe zone and back for 3.
Berlin was catching up to Dublin. The Irish boy wasn't sure if he could run any faster.
"Wow! Flying Mint Bunny!" Dublin shouted before pointing upwards.
"Where?" Berlin and the fielders exclaimed, looking up to the clouds. And sure enough, Flying Mint Bunny was flying up above them!
"YES! WAY TO GO DUBLIN!" His team mates rejoiced as Dublin made his way back to his friends.
"Thanks! That was feckin' awesome!" Dublin grinned.
"Wellington Boots have won by 5 points!" Prussia shouted over the cheering contestants.
"But Copen hasn't played yet!" Dublin frowned, putting one arm on Copenhagen's shoulder.
"It's okay. We win anyway, don't we?" Copenhagen asked.
"Alright everyone, back indoors! You, Napoleon Flip Flops, need to get your act together!" Prussia boomed before rushing back indoors.
"Hey, where did Vienna go?" Moscow asked Alaska.
"I don't know. She disappeared after she lost." Alaska shrugged coolly but was secretly angry inside.
"Okay. I hope she is okay..." Moscow thought aloud. Alaska looked at Moscow. Any one could've mistaken them for cousins since they were both tall and had pale hair and athletically built. Alaska had blue eyes though, whilst Moscow had inherited his father's amethyst eyes.
"I like your shirt..." Alaska heard a voice say, which made him jump.
"Thanks... I like your... Ribbons?" Alaska tried to say casually but tripped up on "ribbons". What is a terrifying dude like him doing with ribbons on his neck? Alaska thought in astonishment.
"Thank you!" Moscow smiled happily stroking the purple one adorning his neck, "Purple's Vienna's favourite colour! Red and white make Austria's flag!" Alaska looked at him even more in shock. He was wearing ribbons for Vienna? Thank gosh I don't believe in love, Alaska thought to himself happily.
Eventually they reach a new room of Seychelles' house they never saw before. It was very dark and was dimly lit.
"Vienna, turn on the lights!" Prussia said into the darkness before the shadows disappeared.
"A boxing ring!" Runcorn laughed.
"Yep! Me and Vienna have chosen which two are boxing!" Prussia smirked before nodding at Vienna, who had already got herself a seat.
"Who?" Czech asked her brother.
"Alaska and Vatican!" Prussia grinned, "Now people, you can mix and match in your seats okay!"
Moscow ran to sit on Vienna's right as Czech ran to her left. Budapest sat on Czech's left. Warsaw sat in between Paris and Vilnius. Berlin was sat by Vilnius as London sat on the other side of Paris.
"Georgia! Sit next to me and California can sit on your other side!" London waved her arms around. Today Georgia was wearing jeans with a cute butterfly shirt she borrowed off Warsaw.
Dublin was sat down between Runcorn and Copenhagen. Niigata and Atlantis didn't have a clue where to sit.
"Perhaps we should sit together?" Atlantis asked Niigata.
"Okay." Niigata smiled before rushing to a seat behind Paris. Paris was so going to get it!
"I like the chains on your pants." Atlantis complimented Niigata.
"Thanks, I like your star clips!" Niigata replied timidly.
"Hey, we have the same coloured hair!" Atlantis said happily as she stroked a strand of Niigata's black hair.
"We do! Do you like music?" Niigata asked.
"Yep! I'll have to invite you round to mine after the competition!" Atlantis sing-sang.
Gingerly, Alaska climbed on to the boxing ring. Cautiously Vatican tried to follow him but couldn't get on.
"Here, silly!" Berlin smiled before lifting him up with his strong arms.
"Thank you!" Vatican called down to the handsome blonde.
"Alright my unawesome teens! Due to no one in ilurrrverussia's meetings knowing anything about boxing, anything goes. America is the referee!" Prussia explained as England massaged Vatican's shoulders and as Germany was giving Alaska a drink of water.
"GO!" Prussia shouted before jumping out of the ring.
"Poor Vatican..." Berlin whispered to Vilnius.
"I know, he's going to get flattened!" Vilnius sighed. When he wasn't too busy being scared of Moscow, he was being molested by Warsaw. At this moment in time, she was holding his hand so tight they could've merged into one. Perhaps that's what she what... Vilnius shivered.
"Awwww! Are you like totally cold? Let's snuggle up to get totally like warm!" Warsaw squealed happily as she rested her head on Vilnius' shoulder.
(Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. LINE!)
"Why isn't Southern Ireland part of the UK?" Copenhagen asked her best friend since she wasn't particularly interested in wrestling.
"The English wouldn't help us when we attacked by the potato famine which led to most of our population dying. We survived on potatoes and a disease got into them somehow." Dublin said grimly, "So decided to go Republic. I mean, there were other factors but that's the one I always remember."
"I wish I wasn't part of England." Runcorn sighed. Copenhagen looked at him curiously. She assumed that Runcorn loved being English.
"Explain more!" Dublin exclaimed, poking Runcorn in the ribs.
"Well... England doesn't really care about the North much..." Runcorn shrugged with a sorrowful voice, "He never takes any notice of me, even though I do so much for him. He's lumbered me with the same MP with Widnes who's a complete donkey. And Halton council are biased to Widnes, so whilst my town is slowly fading away, he's getting a new theatre and bowling alley. So I'm the one paying for the new blasted bridge!" Runcorn said bitterly. (Word doesn't know the word Halton. How bad is that?)
"I'm so sorry Runcorn..." Copenhagen said softly.
"It's alright Copen," Runcorn smiled, "Me, Liverpool and a few others will make our own country under the rule of King Kenny and his butler! But I may as well be Polish with all the Poles at my place."
(That's it, Runcorn; make me feel bad for being English. ROCK ON KING KENNY!)
"So about these new girls?" Paris asked Warsaw and London.
"Hawaii is as good as gold!" London answered quickly. Hawaii was now sat with Niigata and Atlantis.
"Czech is like Vienna's totally tomboy friend!" Warsaw explained to Paris.
"Ah, but what about that hideous Atlantis? And that freaky Niigata? Niigata is all quiet and emo like." Paris asked her friends, blissfully ignorant to Niigata behind her.
"How dare she?" Hawaii heard a deep male voice say. She turned to Atlantis who was now a boy with a black pony tail. The new boy was taller than Alaska and seemed only an inch shorter than Moscow.
"Hi there!" Vienna smiled behind the new boy. He blinked since he didn't see her move from her seat.
"Err... Hi." The dark haired boy turned his head round to see the Austrian.
"WHY DID YOU EAT ATLANTIS! EAT ME AND FEEL THE WRATH OF BEETHOVEN!" Vienna screamed at him before whacking him violently with her conducting baton.
"I AM ATLANTIS! I'M HER OVER HALF!" 'Atlantis' shouted as he grabbed hold of Vienna's small wrists.
"Atlantis is a cute little girl! You're some ugly man!" Vienna shouted. Alaska stopped for a second to look at Vienna losing her cool.
"No Vienna, look at Atlantis' CV!" Dublin ran in, giving Vienna the entry from.
"Oh. My very dearest apologies..." Vienna flushed before bowing politely and running back to her seat.
(Vice, Vice, baby! Diddly doo! How does that song go by Vanilla Ice?)
"So what's this about you and Vatican?" Vilnius asked the handsome German sat next to him. Berlin looked like his father, Germany, but didn't comb his hair back like Germany.
"I love him so I thought it'd be a good idea to dress up as an angel and visit him during the night," Berlin said as if it was completely normal.
"And he found out?" Vilnius whispered.
"Yes. You see, because Vatican is so innocent and holy he wouldn't let me do too much to him. But once, just once, he tried to give me a hug. He realised I had no chest." Berlin explained.
"That makes sense now." Vilnius whispered before looking down at Warsaw who was blissfully asleep.
"You two are so cute together, even if you do kind of like Minsk." Berlin whispered to Vilnius.
"I love them both but Warsaw is so over protective and Minsk is too matey with Moscow." Vilnius sighed before kissing Warsaw's head.
"I have to do something..." Berlin said out loud as he saw his Vatican getting battered and bruised by Alaska, "But what can I do?"
"Let's just pray for a miracle..." Vilnius said next to him.
"VATICAN!" The Italian city could hear a voice say, "I bestow upon you wings. Use them wisely!"
"Lord?" Vatican blinked confused before growing white fluffy wings out of his back.
"YEAH! GO VATICAN!" Vienna shouted enthusiastically.
"He's on the opposite team!" Warsaw shouted over to Vienna. Vienna just blanked her existence and carried on cheering.
"V-A-T-I-C-A-N C-I-T-Y! VATICAN CITY! WHOOP! Doing the Catholics and Italians proud!" Vienna cheered.
Vatican flapped his angelic wings and dodged Alaska's blow and punched Alaska's temple. The whole crowd stood up at this amazing feat.
WHISH!
"MY HAIR!" Paris screamed, clasping her hands on blonde hair. Wavy masses of blonde hair covered the floor.
"Who totally like done that?" Warsaw shouted, flabbergasted.
"It was her!" Atlantis and Niigata pointed at the other person.
"Whoever did that has now just declared themselves an enemy of France!" Paris snapped.
"Oooooooh! I'm so scared!" Atlantis (male) quaked sarcastically.
"Vatican is the winner!" America boomed as he held Vatican's arm up in the air.
Niigata's violet eyes grew wide as she figured out who did that.
"Alright everyone, follow me and I'll show you wear you all get washed!" England said over the ruckus. The contestants did as they were told and followed the bushy browed nation up the windy stairs.
"We're going to find which one of the teams wins whilst you all have a bath!" England explained as he opened the door, revealing a massive bath that took up the whole room.
"All together?" Vienna asked.
"Yes, all together. Prussia will tell you all who won later." England said before slamming the door behind him.
"This room sure is steamy!" London laughed before taking off her white shirt.
"The bath is nice and warm!" Vatican said happily as he was already sat down.
"Vatican, you're got your clothes all soaked!" Hawaii laughed as she realised that Vatican hadn't took his clothes off.
"WOAH! Dublin! You're supposed to leave your underwear on!" Runcorn shouted, looking away from the red head.
"Copenhagen's already seen me naked," Dublin shrugged coolly. Everyone turned to look at Copenhagen.
"NOSE BLEED!" Czech screamed, holding her nose.
"Come here, silly!" Vienna laughed, patting her nose with a tissue.
"Hello." Berlin said casually as he sat down next to Vatican in the bath.
"Ciao." Vatican said awkwardly.
"I wish did tie-races. I could get tied up to Czech!" Budapest batted his eyelashes toyfully at the nose-bled nation.
"I thought you liked Wien?" Czech said nasally.
"I do! But you're a close second!" The brunette smirked before jumping in the bath.
"Hey, I want to get a ViennaxMoscow t-shirt!" Dublin said happily.
"Ask Minsk, she's obsessed!" Vilnius laughed before hopping into the bath.
"Like Hungary is obsessed with PrussiaxAustria!" Vienna giggled as Moscow pulled her indigo dress over her head.
"Has anyone got any spare underwear? I don't wear any under my kilt." Dublin asked around.
"Here, have this!" Moscow said, passing him some frilly knickers.
"Thanks!" Dublin nodded happily.
"Thanks Moscow. What am I going to wear?" Vienna growled. How is she not terrified of him? Vilnius thought to himself
"I'll go to your room and get you something!" Moscow sing sang before running out of the room.
Eventually Vienna was the only one left who wasn't in the bath tub.
"Moscow looks like Russia a lot, doesn't he?" California asked out of the blue.
"You and your Russia!" Georgia laughed, "I'm so glad I don't like any one!"
"Versa fancies Italy." Atlantis said coolly.
"Is Versa female Atlantis?" Niigata asked.
"No shizz Sherlock." Atlantis rolled his sea blue eyes.
"Who do you like then?" London fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"I don't believe in love." Atlantis shrugged coolly.
"Who do you like, Copenhagen?" Czech asked the Danish city.
"I like Norway." Copenhagen blushed.
"I like Japan and America." Hawaii admitted.
"I like Japan, America, England and Italy." Niigata said her voice almost a mere whisper. The small Japanese girl was sure no one heard her.
"I don't believe in love either." Alaska shrugged coolly and then added, "Besides, I would hate to end up like Moscow!"
"What about me?" Moscow asked as he handed his favourite Austrian some underwear.
"Nothing. Hey," Alaska said as if nothing happened, "pass the soap!"
"Hello everyone!" Prussia said, opening the door.
"You're joking! I just got in!" Vienna whined.
"Awesome I thought you'd all like to know who won." Prussia shrugged coolly.
"YEAH!" They all said enthusiastically, except Atlantis who was far too cool for school.
"Awesome I thought that you'd all be able to guess it was the Wellington Boots, since they won all 3 challenges!" Prussia laughed at them, "Seriously! You lot get your clothes and get down stairs!"
(...Line skills…)
"Bye bye!" Japan said shyly before kissing Niigata on the cheek.
"Bye bye, baby!" America said happily, kissing Niigata on her forehead.
"Bye my love." England said and, being the true gentlemen pirate he is, kissed Niigata's hand.
"Bye cutie!" Italy beamed before kissing Niigata on the lips. Germany seemed quite jealous.
"Bye!" Budapest exclaimed before kissing Czech on the cheek.
"Bye." Berlin said, coming up from behind Vatican and kissing his neck.
"Bye..." Vatican breathed (so his curl is not the only turn-on spot he has…).
"See you once you get voted off, da!" Moscow said, grabbing his darling Vienna and swirling her off her feet.
"My head..." Vienna groaned, gripping her head as Moscow kissed her nose.
"Bye Warsaw." Vilnius said, kissing the blonde's lips before running to keep up with Moscow.
"Bye Atlantis!" Italy smiled before kissing Versa's cheek.
"See you guys in the final!" London shouted as Georgia and California went out of the front door.
"HE LIKE TOTALLY KISSED ME! I must text every one!" Warsaw beamed, jumping up and down.
"Bye Warsaw!" Paris laughed before nicking a kiss off Prussia.
"Please, dream on, I'm too awesome for you!" Prussia said but smiled all the same.
"And we get you for a chef!" Dublin said happily, hugging France.
"Don't do that! You might catch something off him!" Copenhagen said, dragging France off of him.
"Vote people! One vote is not good enough!" Russia tutted.
"You have until the 17th of March this time! We gave you all more time because you're all so slow! Remember: Only people from Napoleon's Flip Flops can be voted off!" England said to the camera.
"The Author apologises for taking so long but you didn't exactly motivate her. Except Nightshade974, thanks!" Germany nodded to the camera.
"See you next time in Hetalia: House of Drama!" Prussia smiled before the camera switched off.
So, yeah. They've pretty much said it. Any ideas for a theme song, people? Please send in your dares and truths to our OCs for next chapter.
Byieeee!
Ilurrrverussia!