~~~~~~~~~~Filler Chapter~~~~~~~
"Good day my awesome viewers! Und welcome back to Hetalia: House of Drama!" Prussia's voice boomed. Instead of the normal white house and emerald scenery, he was stood in front of a blue mansion with water fountains everywhere. In the corner of the camera Canada recorded Runcorn drowning in one of the fountains.
"Gather round! Gather round!" Russia shouted, waving his arms around quite dramatically. Everyone, once they got over their impressive surroundings, did as they were told.
"Here is what's going to happen. Each team will be given a floor to look after. The customers on those floors have cards. They will tip the team on how they see fit. The team with the most tips will win this chapter and won't lose an extra member. Niigata is only helping out this chapter due to Wellington Boots only having three members." America explained and then let Prussia carry it on.
"Of course, this is Chuck Norris' Hotel so there will be Narnia and Candyland and other obstacles in the way. Because the hotel is awesome like me, it is also magical, so be careful bitches!" Prussia explained further. "Wellington Boots, follow your team mentor up the stairs to level 2C." Runcorn couldn't help but wonder how Prussia could say such ridiculous things in his job but didn't burst out into giggles. Seriously, Runcorn pondered further, how he could say 'Narnia, Chuck Norris', and 'Candyland' all in the same sentence
Runcorn and Niigata watched the scarlet staircase that stood in the middle of the grand hall, with great eagerness. They couldn't help but wonder who was going to lead them in their quest to get around the hotel. Runcorn was hoping it was Shadow the Hedgehog from ilurrrverussia's Shadow's Hotel. Niigata was kind of hoping it'd be someone nice but strict to keep her team members in order, like Germany, for example.
A figure made their way down the stairs. From what Niigata could see, it was a tall figure and very slim too. From what Runcorn could see, the figure had a nice bum. And once the figure came nearer, the two stared at him, mildly intrigued. The figure approached nearer, revealing its true colours. It was a man with ink-black hair and blood eyes both of which stood out in contrast to his ivory skin.
"Niigata, Runcorn, this is Sebastian. Sebastian this is Niigata and Runcorn."
Sebastian nodded towards both of them, a charming smile tugging at his lips as the presenter introduced the twosome to their team-leader. Niigata was scared. This man didn't look at all kindly strict like Germany. No, this man looked far too scary for her liking. Runcorn sighed, wondering when his boredom would end for him to see Vatican and Dublin again.
"Team Wellington's Boots, Sebastian will see you to your quarters." The albino turned round whilst Sebastian lead his team up the winding staircase and into nothingness. Runcorn glued his eyes onto the carpet; Niigata kept her eyes one the wall.
The journey to CHW was filled with a long, awkward silence, with the only sounds being made were their breathing and the waves crashing against the boat. This, Runcorn feared, was just the beginning to the never-ending silence.
"Napoleon's Flip Flops, you will be dealing with floor 2D." Prussia said dismally as his eyes gazed at the team. They didn't look at all like a team. Alaska's frosty blue eyes seemed to stare at everything and anything with a cold, harsh glare. His arms were crossed in defence and his lips were set into a thin line.
However, Czech's problem wasn't anything like that. Unlike Alaska, who ejected anger and hate towards everyone in the room, Czech was doing the opposite. She grinned and laughed cheerfully at anything that was said. She poked Alaska playfully and pulled on Vienna's hair. She avoided looking or even breathing near Moscow.
Vienna had a different face altogether. It was a look that Prussia and Czech both saw one time too many. Not that Vienna and Austria regularly pulled this face, just that they didn't like seeing it. In Czech's eyes, it was like the sun had given up and let the rain come out. That look of surrendering, the look of giving up, it could have ripped the moon into two. With her violet eyes staring at the arms that were wrapped around her, Vienna's surrender-face wasn't seen by her Russian protector. His own amethyst eyes were closed, his mouth moving but nothing coming out. Prussia delicately thought that he was barking mad.
"Who's our mentor?" Alaska asked dimly, breaking the staring contest the albino was participating in.
A tall, blond male skipped down the stairs. He radiated sparkles and flowers around him, in large contrast to Alaska's daggers and guns radiation. Even the new male could see he had a massive problem on his pale hands.
"I'm Tamaki; you shall call me your King or Daddy." Tamaki bounced up and down. His eyes flickered across the team before he turned to Prussia. "Where's Napoleon's Flip Flops?"
"Ciao~!" Italy talked into the camera. He was in a white pillow-padded room. The camera could barely pick up his voice from the screaming coming from behind him. He grinned regardless.
"It's your two favourite sub-hosts! Me and my side-kick Italy!" America shouted louder. His grin was more awkward than that of his comrade's.
"Ve~~! We're going to be interrupting you're episodes to give you the latest gossip, jokes and reminders."
"And The Author might even make us our own chapter full of outtakes!"
"HOORAY!"
Romano gave out a mumbled grumble. He wasn't that bothered in the slightest. He was more bothered by the fact his brother wasn't crying from the shouting from behind them. Suddenly the grumpy Italian brother noticed the Yankee's eye beginning to twitch. As the screams began to become more and more intense, so did America's twitch.
"Dude, can we do something? Y'know, to shut him up." America poked the happy Italian brother to get his message across.
"Si!" Italy nodded sharply. He made a waving gesture to someone off screen, who then came over.
"Italy-san, may I suggest our back-up hosts and America go into another room? You need to be here for Vatican-san." The raven-haired nation whispered into his ally's ear. Italy nodded solemnly, secretly upset that his presenting career was coming to an abrupt end so soon.
So, America and Japan walked over to another back-up room, leaving Romano and Italy in the white-padded room. Once they set up, the camera showed that Sweden and Switzerland was there the whole time.
"We'll check up on the Italians soon! Right now, we're on reminder-duty. Ain't that right, guys?" No cheesy grin could hide America's discomfort. Whose bright idea was it to put Sweden and Switzerland as back-up presenters?
"Ja, we're going to remind you about teams." Sweden grunted. He still spoke in his usual serious tone with his cool accent but I'm too lazy to put in apostrophes.
"In team Wellington's Boots: Runcorn, Niigata, Vatican, Dublin and Sebastian from Black Butler!" Switzerland was quickly getting the hang of this, oh so he thought.
"In team Napoleon's Flip Flops: Moscow, Vienna, Czech, Alaska and Tamaki from Ouran High school Host Club!" America's presenting skills slaughtered Switzerland's. The smaller nation couldn't help but feel put out by this.
"Wellies shall be looking after corridor 2C! We shall tell you who are in that dorm once the surprise factor has gone."
"Nappies-" Suddenly Sweden burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed whilst his co-presenters stared at him. Japan walked on to the set, trying to calm the Swede down. His attempts were to no haven.
"We're going to go back to Canada." Switzerland said as he turned the camera around to face him.
"This is our landing, 2C." The dark haired man told his co-workers as they walked pass a sign saying "2C" in big, bold, blue letters. He continued to walk pass the marigold-patterned wall paper and the clean white doors. They gently glided into a stringy room at the end of the landing. Upon opening the door unmasked how unpleasant it was inside. Hideous green wallpaper decorated the walls; at least Runcorn thought it was the wallpaper. Or was it the mould? The floor was a damp burgundy. The only furniture in the room was a desk which held a telephone and some card readers. Runcorn looked around. When they meant a guest room, they literally meant a room. The air smelt old and musty. Niigata's worries seemed to multiply by the minute.
"Where do we sleep? Where do we eat? Where do I charge my music player?" Niigata spoke out loud. She didn't mean to speak; it just flew out of her mouth. She looked at Runcorn and Sebastian. Sebastian bit his lip for a moment before smiling at her.
"I will try and make it suitable. In the meantime, we'll have to sleep on the floor." The two teenagers opened their mouths to find no words coming out.
Great, Runcorn thought, I'm stuck with "silent but probably deadly" Niigata.
Niigata didn't know what to make of it. Stuck in a room with a weird English kid and a butler with red eyes. Couldn't end well, she decided.
Making them jump, the phone rang. Cautiously Runcorn answered, as if the phone might have sprung from its holder and attacked him.
"Hello?"
"We're giving you all a day off. You start tomorrow. Today just unpack and perhaps have a chill out. For Wellington Boots, you may want to pick your homies up from White Wall. See you." Instantly Runcorn recognised it as a recording of America's voice. It had that dried up ring to it. He turned around to his team members and said:
"We've got to pick up Vatican and Dublin."
Czech listened to the recording of America's voice. She nodded to herself with every word that came from the phone. At first she became anxious, another day to tolerate the bad mood that cloaked itself around her comrades. Soon she realised that this first day might be all that she needed. Today she'd give those team-talks and enough morale to send them dizzy. Sort everything out and get them all to settle down. At least get them to start talking. That was Czech's amazing idea. Now, how would she put it into action?
"From this moment onwards, I'm the captain."
"Sure."
"Knock yourself out."
"But I'm the King!"
"Vhatever."
Great, she sighed internally, they're so enthusiastic.
"Sit, everyone, sit." Doing what they were told, they all sat down. Alaska sat on the far right of them room; Moscow sat at the far left. Tamaki sat awkwardly at middle of the back whilst Vienna sat at the front middle. Czech sat in the exact centre as all eyes were on her. This made the nation grin.
"Tomorrow we will be working together as Napoleon's Flip Flops. And, quite frankly, we need a team-talk. Now I know we've had our differences.
"I mean, Alaska, we all know you're totally either hitting on my Vi-babe or well jell of Mossy's rock hard abs. Or both." Czech smiled. Her speech was working. Alaska sent a glare of death but at least Vienna was spluttering with laughter.
"And Mosky, we all know you lurrrve my li'l Austrian prin, even though you're knocked up in the head and can kill two people with just one fist." Moscow smiled as Czech's voice said the first part. Then the taller capital's eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the rest. The poor Russian never knew he had something wrong with him.
"And my Edelweiss, you're a dumbo. An idiot. A naive little girl. You're just as smothered with the Russian lad as he is of you. But, like I just said, his head ain't screwed on." Czech explained, nodding at her own wisdom.
"And you, Tamaki, you're a newbie. So just observe."
She looked around the room. The blonde newbie nodded in reply. The Austrian was grinding her teeth. The American raised an eyebrow, still huddled up in his own bubble. The Russian stared back at Czech with a sense of confusion on his face.
"You have no right to complain about Moscow!" Vienna's voice screeched against the mouldy walls. "Your boyfriend is just as insane and powerful than he is, even more so!"
"Now wait..." The teenager in question stood up. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm... normal... Da, I am normal." He was trying to convince no one but himself.
"Moscow?" As her words flew out, the tallest person's knees began to shake.
"Sit down. I have something to say." Alaska gripped Moscow by his shoulders and forced him down. Then Alaska walked to his corner of the room.
"I don't care what Vienna does in her love life. If she wants to end up as Austrian mince that's up to her. I don't care about any of you. All I care about is winning. If that includes getting on with you all, then count me in." Alaska stated monotonously. That statement stabbed Czech in the heart. She had lost Alaska's friendships so easily. She gazed over at Vienna; her cheeks were still red with anger. Fudge...
"I agree."
"Da, of course."
"I'm in already."
Czech looked around her. Her speech had back-fired big time. She'd lost all of them. Just by being cheerful. So, with a sigh, she said her line that admitted her defeat.
"Starting from today, we are acquaintances."
Sebastian and Niigata waited outside the room. Sebastian was tutting to himself, wiping here and there with his towel. Niigata hummed a little tune to herself. Neither of them knew what was lurking behind the door.
"What's going on?" Runcorn whispered to Dublin. His Irish friend's face was pale and looked horrible compared to his bright ginger hair.
"Vatican has gone into shock."
The further Runcorn entered the room, the more he could see what Dublin meant. The Catholic was lying on the floor. One minute he looked like an angel, his cheeks were flushed and his mouth was slightly parted. The next minute he was screaming like a banshee, his limbs flying everywhere. He shouted out angrily in Latin.
"ITALIA!"
"I'm here, baby!" Feliciano ran pass the two soon followed by Romano. The two Italians huddled around their "baby", frantically kissing his face.
"Italia..."
"Si! I'm here. So is Romano." Italy grabbed his little boy's hand and squeezed it.
"Where am I?"
"You're in a special white room. Your friends are here."
"Rome? Holy See? Kitty?"
"No but Dublin and Runcorn are here!" Italy said hopefully. Vatican rolled around.
"They don't like me. They don't talk to me. They ignore me. So does the others." He whispered. Romano's head shot up.
"Is that true?!" The darker Italian's voice shouted. The two outsiders jumped.
"I must try harder to be nice to them." The darkest Italian murmured. He grabbed hold of his father's hand and stroked it. "I love you."
Runcorn wanted to laugh once he saw Romano's eyes brim with droplets of water.
"My little baby..." Romano wept all over Vatican's hair. Italy soon followed. Dublin and Runcorn stepped forward.
"How are we going to fix him?" Runcorn asked the room in general. Romano's head shot up once again. His face contorted underneath the tears.
"WE?! YOU MEAN ME! DON'T YOU EVEN LOOK AT HIM YOU F*ING B*ST*RD! YOU PUT HIM IN THIS STATE!" Romano screamed hysterically. Vatican whimpered. This made Romano stop in his tracks and turn to his baby boy. Vatican's limbs relaxed, so did his breathing. And within a minute, his eyes flickered open, his usual smile on his face.
"Good morning Daddies." He sat up and smiled at the other two. "Good morning Runcorn, good morning Dublin."
"Good morning!" Dublin smiled, some joy reappearing to his face. This made Runcorn calmer.
"Ready to go Vatican?"
"Si!" The small Italian dashed out before his fathers could drag him back down. Dublin noticed this once he saw Romano's clutches fail to capture his son.
"Wake up." A foot prodded Czech stomach. She growled, her instincts telling her to punch whoever it was once she was done sleeping. Her senses alerted her that there were more people moving in the room.
"It's like a sleepover!" She heard Moscow's childish voice giggle. After letting out a groan, she sat up and opened her eyes to the room. Moscow was already washed and dressed and beaming happiness. Alaska stood over her, a peevish look on his face. Tamaki sat on the table, kicking his lengthy legs. However Vienna was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's-"
"Getting changed behind the table."
"Thanks," Mumbling to Alaska, she kicked her sleeping bag into the side of the room. She walked over to her suitcase and retrieved her clothes. "Where do I get changed?"
"Bathroom." Alaska answered her blankly. He was already in his jeans and t-shirt and was scribbling on a piece of paper. Czech sighed, remembering last night's events, and got changed. The bathroom wasn't much better than the main room, wallpaper committing suicide off the walls. It was an ugly emerald colour that clashed with the filthy scarlet toilet. Suddenly Czech realised the toilet wasn't supposed to be red. It was supposed to be white. She shivered and rushed her army vest overhead. Then she pulled up her camouflage trousers and made her way back into the small main room, where her head was attacked by an object.
"You are now the queen!" Moscow proclaimed once he fixed the object on her head. Czech stared at him, not too sure whether he was mocking her or being genuine. She puffed out her cheeks and took the object off her head. It was a paper crown with little jewels drawn on it.
"Oh Your Awesomeness, what on Earth is I to do today?" Vienna curtsied graciously. Except she lost her balance and ended up on the floor, landing on her rear. She giggled nervously as she looked up at Czech. Czech's eyebrows furrowed together.
"Are you mocking me or what?" Czech asked, her arms crossed and her army boots ready to kick. She decided that rather than kicking Vienna she'd kick Moscow and make her watch. Yes, she thought evilly, death by kicking. Her train of thoughts soon screeched to a halt when Vienna smirked and poked her forehead.
"Do you not know me?"
Vienna poked her cheek.
"You're stuck with me Anastasia!" Czech grinned and growled playfully at the mention of her human name.
"That's Anna to you, missy!" Czech grabbed Vienna's waist and hauled her up on to her feet.
"Besides, your boyfriend is called Nicholas! What an old fashioned name!" The girls both looked at Moscow who seemed to be in a world of his own. This was confirmed when he whispered something about Winnie the Pooh.
"So, since you're the queen." Alaska yawned, stretching his arms. "What are we doing today?"
Czech grinned. A part from Alaska, who still seemed to be sulking, the others seemed to have forgiven her overnight. Which was kind of a waste of argument, Czech concluded.
"Vienna, do you still have your OCD that you inherited from Germany?"
Vienna smiled and nodded.
"Ja, as long as I don't have to do anything physical. Got that part from my father." Vienna winked back at her cocky queen. Her queen turned to the tall Russian boy.
"And how about you? Are you as strong as your father?"
Moscow smiled and nodded.
"Da, I'm just like my father."
The ivory-haired girl turned to Alaska and Tamaki.
"Alaska, you are to check on our floor and see who we're looking after and perhaps dig out some information on them. Tamaki, you are to follow these instructions." Czech winked and whispered gently into the French boy's ear.
Niigata smiled as she grabbed the robes from the floor. Vatican was currently in the bathroom, scrubbing the whole surface with Runcorn's toothbrush. The tanned Italian boy decided not to get his robes dirty and was doing the task just in a pair of shorts. The Japanese girl blushed as Vatican's brown eyes caught her staring at his back. He smiled shyly and continued the chore at hand.
"Niigata, will you pass me the bleach, please?"
Niigata nodded as Vatican said his request, careful not to spill the liquid. The Catholic nodded his approval and gratitude and then turned to continue.
Niigata left the bathroom and went back to the main room. Runcorn scraped off the wallpaper, blissfully unaware of what his colleague was doing with his toothbrush. Sebastian was removing the furniture so Dublin had an easier chance of removing the carpet.
"We're getting the headquarters clean before starting work." The ginger laughed as he bent down to strip the carpet. Unfortunately this meant Niigata got to see his "full moon".
"Niigata," Runcorn turned to her, "Will you be a darling and take over Dublin's job? He's going off to check out the guests on 2C and 2D."
"But 2D isn't our floor." Niigata whispered as she grabbed the carpet from where Dublin left off. The Irish capital grinned and winked at her cheekily.
"No worries, love." He laughed. "Prussia didn't set any rules!" And with that, Niigata watched the immature fellow run out the door. Sebastian shook his head in, sighing.
"Please do not fret but some of our objects have gone missing. I shall replace them at once. I'll be right back." Sebastian informed them before disappearing himself.
"I got the requested items!" The blond French boy rejoiced once he got back from his little adventure. He dragged a trolley behind him and stepped into the transformed main-room. Vienna sat on a desk at the front of the room, with her back turned as she dictated to Moscow.
"More left, Moscow."
"Da, Vienna."
"That's perfect Moscow."
"Thank you, Vienna." A blush rose to both of their cheeks as they looked away. Moscow admired his handiwork whilst Vienna looked at her list of things to do. The main-room now had baby-pink walls with a long white desk, which sat the phone and the card-machines, near the door. The mat was a creamy white. Alaska hammered planks of wood to the walls to create shelves.
"Why are we changing the room when we'll be gone in a few days?" Moscow asked the room as he passed the American boy a nail.
"It needs to be perfect for when Russia comes round." Vienna giggled, patting Tamaki on the back. "Her Majesty wants it to be perfect for when they-"
"That'll be enough Vienna." Czech hissed at her best friend. She stepped down from the desk and walked towards Tamaki and his trolley. "Impressive, where did you get these from?"
"Stole them from Prussia, Canada, the other team and Russia gave me the white desk." Tamaki grinned.
"Nice! Ally, did you get the information on our roomies?"
Alaska turned round, his eyebrow ever so slightly raised. He narrowed his blue eyes at her and growled.
"Yes. We have France and Prussia in one room, a Belgian detective called Hercule, Austria and Russia in another room, a German boy called Berlin and two ginger twins called Hikaru and Karou."
Tamaki spluttered. When he was asked to be a guest star in Hetalia: House of Drama, he didn't know the Hitachi twins would join also! He thought he'd be cleansed of the Host Club's activities; the guest and the hosts alike.
Now he was beginning to wonder why he said yes. The girls on his team weren't giving him much attention. They were too concentrated with arguing with the American boy in the corner. But he did get attention from the Russian boy. The Russian adolescent seemed transfixed by him, his eyes forever staring at Tamaki's gold locks. Forever reaching out just to pat his shoulder. Forever with his mouth ajar. But Tamaki didn't want his attention. He got quite creeped out by that Moscow person. He reminded him of Nekozowa; they were both Russian and weird.
"Good Alaska! I'll post our business number in their doors so they know who to call when they need help."
The Queen of Flip Flops nodded and gathered up some pieces of paper. The team nodded in reply, as if she was asking a question.
It became easier quite quickly. Moscow and Alaska installed the furniture into their desired positions, being supervised underneath the Austrian's bespectacled observant eyes. Tamaki lounged around, his mind wandering back to Haruhi and Japan. When Czech came back, her eyes were gleaming happily.
"Well, I did my part. Prussia says for the rest of the day we can relax and get to know one another." Czech bounced to her "throne" (a black couch with her suitcase proudly beside it).
"But you all know enough about me..." Vienna tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, one of her plaits moving to the other side to expose her neck. "I'm a boring Austrian girl who plays the piano."
"I have a question!" Moscow waved his hand eagerly, like a fish out of water.
"Ja?"
"Why does your accent always change?"
Vienna shrugged, smiling widely.
"It likes to be fickle."
"And you, Tamaki!" Moscow pointed at the blonde boy accusingly, "I've watched every episode of Ouran High School Host Club and not once have I seen you with a proper French accent! Where did it go?!"
Tamaki raised his hand to stroke his chin, acting as dramatic as he could.
"What do you mean by French accent, my dear fellow?"
Vienna grinned and looked at her queen. The frosty-haired queen grinned back. Anyone with eyes could see that they were communicating telepathically. Then, in an instant, the twosome fell to their knees and began wailing, their hands flapping everywhere.
"OH NON! ZHE WORLD EES NIGH! QUICK! SNOG ZHE BREETEESH!"
Moscow giggled. A small smile tugged at the corners of Alaska's mouth. They both knew they were impersonating France. Tamaki, however, look mildly insulted.
"I don't know a single person in the world who talks like that."
"Fair enough." Czech leaned back further into her throne. Her subjects (apart from a grumpy so-and-so) climbed over the desk and sat around her couch.
Alaska scowled in the corner. His mood was not lightening up anytime soon. He was stuck in a room full of imbiciles, in his opinion. They had a row with Czech in the evening and then they all forgave her in the morning. This annoyed the American to a great extent. It showed they didn't have back-bone. His eyes narrowed to Moscow. Jealousy sank its teeth into Alaska's heart, its poison damaging his brain. Not that he would admit it, mind you. Rage boiled from his feet to his head. In his eyes, Moscow was the problem. He started the trouble. He revealed Vienna's irrational side. And this, in turn, made Czech insult him.
He wasn't jealous of Moscow. Of course he wasn't. How could he be? He was an intelligent, healthy American with all that he needed in life. He didn't need love. Moscow, on the other hand, followed Vienna like a stray puppy. Moscow was a deranged Russian in need of medical help. So there was no reason for Czech to say that he was jealous. But, deep inside the strings of his heart, he knew there was some truth. He wasn't sure why but he knew that his heart was jealous of something Moscow possessed. Something that he himself didn't.
His thought trailed off into the back of his brain when a hand tapped his shoulder. He spun round to see the Russian himself stood there.
"Alaska, we need to talk..."
Guys, I'm so sorry you waited this long for a piece of dribble. I was going to make this part longer but I thought it would be too over-whelming. Next chapter Moscow's going to have a chat with Alaska, we'll find out about whom Team Wellington Boots' guests are, Copenhagen will turn up once more, the teams are going to finally interact with the guests at the hotel and all hell will break loose. Trust me; I've planned the next part. It's going to be so much fun!
I want to say sorry for those of you who are Team Wellington Boots fans. It seems I can't make any drama out of their team. Dublin and Runcorn are two hooligans who laugh at everything (their character sheet has nothing for me to play with), Vatican's too nice to make any real drama (...Find out next chapter!) and Niigata's shy... Just shy... Perhaps I'll make Dublin and Runcorn fall out? Give Niigata a love interest? I don't know, I don't know.
We're always open for suggestion for future ideas! Oh, and someone tell me all they know about Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Who. Thanks.
Byieeee!
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