Hi! As you all know if you read the author's note from the prologue, WhimsicalShmoo and I are writing this story jointly. I now have a name, I am Hadoken. I hope I meet all of your expectations. Enjoy reading Japan and the Seven Chibis :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way so I have to say that I used quotes from "Checkmating Poland".
Belarus, very predictably, went to consult her magic mirror as to whom the cutest in the land was.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the cutest of them all?"
"Well, next to Shinatty, Japan is aru," China replied casually.
"WHAT!?" Belarus screeched, clenching her fists in anger, eyes narrowed.
"Well, Prince England just kind of forced Japan to go on a date with him aru, and you don't have to keep saying that rhyme. 'Magic Mirror, who's the cutest?' Would suffice, aru." China informed, irritated. After years and years of being ask the same question, with the same round-about wording, it was really starting to get on his nerves.
"No! Russia can't marry him! Japan will have to die," Belarus announced darkly, turning her back on the enchanted reflective surface. "Lithuania!"
She was met with silence. "Why isn't he coming!?" she demanded, whirling around furiously to the mirror once more.
"Well, most people don't wait outside your secret chamber for you to call them, aru."
"…I'll go get him then." Belarus pouted, storming out of the room.
"PMS-ing isn't cute, aru," China murmured to himself, watching her leave.
After about 10 minutes, Belarus found Lithuania attempting to play chess with Poland, the cross-dresser responsible for selecting the latest fashions for the royal family. On many occasions, he helped chose clothes for Japan as well, a task he thoroughly enjoyed, especially after being all but ordered to ensure the prince wore dresses, and dresses only. Even while working, he had to wear such clothes, although they were considerably less elegant than his everyday wear, considering the task involved.
"I have you cornered, Poland," Lithuania announced, sliding one of the pieces across the board. "What will you do now?"
"Like, no way!" the blond looked momentarily alarmed, before pausing, as if in realization and grinning, "I'm, like, totally putting "Poland's rule" into operation: it will always be my turn!"
"But that's cheating! Now it's just a one-sided fight with chess pieces!"
"If I may interrupt your game-" Belarus started, only to be cut off by an enthusiastic Pole.
"That I'm like totally winning at!"
"…Quite. Lithuania, I need you to do something for me."
Now, Lithuania had a small crush on Belarus (much to Poland's dismay) so his answer was obvious.
"Sure! I'll gladly be of service, my lady," he agreed brightly, standing up.
"But we're, like, in the middle of a game!" Poland whined, casting a jealous glance at Belarus.
"You've essentially won already," the platinum blonde pointed out.
"…"
"Well if that is all, Lithuania, come with me," she made to leave the room, Lithuania trailing after her.
"Don't you dare break his fingers again!!" Poland threatened, getting to his feet and yelling after her. She paid him no heed and merely continued on her way.
Once out of sight of the cross-dressing clothing coordinator and sufficiently inside the dungeon/lab (as no one had the guts to go near that ominous looking door), Belarus instructed Lithuania of what he must do.
"Now, I need you to go take Japan out into the field to pick wildflowers."
"Why?" Lithuania responded, nonplussed. "I know he has to wear a dress, but he's not a girl. Does he really enjoy that type of thing?"
"Fine, go have him look at the Sakura trees, then," Belarus conceded, her previous irritation returning. She handed Lithuania a miniature black lacquered box. "Open this when you get to the Sakura tree grove. There are instructions inside, and if you follow through with them exactly as written, I will go on a date with you."
"R-really?" Lithuania stuttered in pleasant surprise. "I will not fail you, Belarus!" He assured, before rushing away to find Japan, and nearly tripping over himself in the process.
"Perfect. Now I won't have to dispatch Shinatty to deal with that otaku prince. He's so creepy..." Belarus gave an uncharacteristic shudder of disgust.
"He's cute, aru!" the magic mirror defended indignantly. Belarus opened the door to her lab, glaring icily at the enchanted object.
"God dammit, China, don't scream out like that! One, it's my secret lab and I don't want people finding out about it. And two, if anyone sees a talking mirror they'll think they're hallucinating off Sealand's cooking! God knows where he inherited that complete inadequacy for cooking."
"I think he once mentioned something about having a brother, aru..."
"Shh! Someone's coming!"
Belarus promptly shut the door (all two inches that were open) and leaned against the wall like she wasn't doing anything.
"I need to find Japan so I can tell him that singing originated in Korea!" Yong Soo muttered to himself as he rounded the corner, completely ignoring Belarus. "Ha! Finding also originated in Korea!"
After the voice faded, Belarus sighed in relief, before returning to her previous business. Her face split into the dark and if not slightly psychotic smile she reserved for plotting evil schemes and stalking her brother. "Now all I have to do is wait for my plan to unfold…"
"Is Korea gone aru? I just can't deal with him right now!" China's sullen muttering was barely audible from outside the room.
"What the-!? The door's closed! Stop talking before someone hears you!"
Meanwhile only a few yards away…
Austria, the head of entertainment via piano, stood around the corner. Hearing the noble carry on her seemingly one-sided conversation, he sighed to himself.
"It must be so difficult dealing with the stress of noble life… I shall express this feeling by playing the piano." And he promptly walked away to accomplish just that.