Hey guys. I'm really sorry about the HUUUUUUUUUGE delay in these next few chapters. And I'm also sorry about the lack of storyline. I kinda lost the spark of it when I lost the time to actually put a lot of creativity into it. Plus this is really just one big chapter cut into pieces so...yeah. I'm really sorry if you think these are sub-par because they probably are T.T I have failed you! I hang my head in shame. :(
But I have decided that I will definitely pick this back up (in a wedding setting hehehe...) and get more questions rolling. But until then, NO MORE PLEASE. Some of you sent me more after I put up that mini note to not send anymore. Seriously, if I get any more, they won't be answered until after I start again. I love you all and I love that you're enthusiastic, but really I don't want to leave you hanging if you send me questions now.
That's all I wanted to say. I hope that you can still enjoy these questions and I'm sorry for having to cut this story short. Thanks to everyone who asked and I hope that you'll send me just as many questions when I start up again. I love you all!
~SXS
HI ITS FOX AND IM A GIRL IDIOTS (not you Canada and Prussia) AND FOR CALLING ME A BOY IM GOING TO SHOW THE VIDEO OF ROMANO AND HOLLAND HAVENING KINKY SEX
Romano: How do you feel I just crushed your pride?
Dammit, that's an empty threat! You know there's no such video of me and that weird guy!
Prussia: Thanks I can't wait for the vid.
Anything for a fan ;]
Canada: Are you a screamer or a pillow biter?
S-so awkward to answer...Um...Th-the first one...
Russia: Did you have fun that one night with Alfred?
This is Alfred and Russia is not here. On his behalf, I will say that any night with a hero is fun ;D
"Hey, what was that question all about, Alfred?" Arthur asked, peering over his fiance's shoulder before he had had a chance to scroll away from that part of the text.
"What? What question? I don't even know what a question is! Hey, Iggy, why don't we get some burgers or something?" Alfred pushed his future 'wife' towards the other room but the Brit rounded on him and returned to the computer.
"I have questions to answer, you git. There's no time for your stupid food." Arthur scrolled up and tried to read Alfred's question but the American grabbed the mouse out of his hand and scrolled back down.
"Arthur, please don't look!" Alfred cried jumping in front of the screen.
"Are you out of your mind? Just move!" Arthur pushed him away and his eyes fell directly upon the question and response. He scanned it quickly then paused before suddenly shouting, "YOU AND RUSSIA?"
"Eh hehe...We were playing video games?" When the other blonde didn't look satisfied, staring him down with his arms crossed over his chest, he hung his head in defeat. "Ok, ok. But it was just one night! And it was a long time ago! I didn't even remember until this Fox chick brought it up! You know I only have eyes for you." The younger but taller man batted his eyelashes.
Arthur didn't say anything as he tried to hide the feelings that would be read easily read in his bright green eyes. He turned back to the computer and went to his question, answering it quickly before he got up and left the room in silence. Alfred typed out a quick response to his before chasing after him. The rest of the nations looked on in silence, hoping that the two would be alright.
Hey! Its me Youtube Girl and Brazil whenever she's done feeling up random people on the street.
America: Do you and England have any plans to attend any gay pride festivals for the rest of the month? Or have you attended any gay pride parades yet?
Actually I hadn't even thought of that! I will look into one because I'm totally proud of having my man! Though he's not too happy with me at the moment...
Alfred found Arthur outside sitting on the front steps with a few stray tears trailing down his cheeks. When the Brit heard the footsteps he turned and upon seeing the American, snorted and looked away again.
"Iggy?"
"Just leave me the hell alone."
Alfred sat next to him and put an arm over his shoulders. Arthur immediately jerked away from the contact. "Arthur you have to listen to me-"
"No Alfred, you listen to me!" Arthur burst out, rounding on his former colony. "I've been having doubts about everything that's been going on between us since we came to this bloody place and got involved in this stupid game. I don't ever know whether to believe that you're being sincere or to think that you're just saying what you say because the people are telling you to. Would you have ever proposed to me if it wasn't for that question? Would you have ever confessed that you love me? And now I find out that you and Russia had something. I don't want to be led on, Alfred. I want you to tell me that you love me and ask me to marry you on your own terms. If...you do love me that is."
"Arthur..." Alfred looked upon his lover not knowing what to say. So instead, he cupped the smaller man's chin and tilted his head up to meet his lips. They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of their lips touching, until Alfred pulled away and met Arthur's eyes, both pairs half-lidded. "How could you ever doubt that I love you? Or that I want you to marry me? Russia...It was the Cold War. Weird things happened in that time. But the only person I've ever truly loved is you, Iggy."
Arthur's peridot orbs were filled with tears again, but of a different kind, as he looked back at his love with a small smile and a deep blush. "You really mean it?"
"Of course! Heroes don't lie, silly!"
A weight seemed to be lifted off of the Brit's shoulders and he relaxed to lay his head on Alfred's shoulder. "You stupid git...I love you, too."
"I know," the American said, running his fingers through his fiance's messy hair. "Now we'd better get back inside and finish up those answers because I think everyone else is waiting for us. They all looked worried when you left."
"Bloody hell...Don't they have their own lives to worry about?" Arthur grumbled as the two returned inside hand-in-hand.
"Is everything fixed up between you two?" Cici asked when they came back.
"It's all good, Sicily! We're back to being a heroic couple of awesomeness!" Alfred said, squeezing Arthur who squirmed complaining.
"Ok. Then now we can continue," Kiku said, sitting and beginning to answer his question.
Still from YoutubeGirl:
Japan: Do you have dimples? I always pictured you with them.
I've never really looked to see if I do. *smiles and feels face* Oh, it seems I do have some. They're a bit small, but still there.
Spain: What is your favorite kind of tomato? I like whole tomatoes but I don't enjoy cherry tomatoes.
I love all tomatoes but my favorites are actually the varieties that Lovi grows. The Roma and San Marzano tomatoes are really good and Lovi makes great sauces out of them~!
To Spain and Prussia: What is the least bad thing the Bad Friends Trio has done? And has The Bad Friends Trio ever sang/acted out the lyrics to "Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang?
Dude, we're the BAD Friends Trio. Everything we do is bad, there is nothing least bad!
Well actually, Prussia, we did help that old woman across the street once.
What? You mean eyebrows?
I BEG YOUR PARDON! I am NOT old physically, nor am I a FEMALE! I never even accepted your assisstance, you just picked me up and carried me across!
Well then, I guess you're right. We never do anything that could be considered the 'least bad'. And about that song, no I had never even heard of it before you mentioned it.
We should do a dance to it or something! It'd be aweomse!
We'll see...
And Brazil is back from feeling up random people on the street!
Oi!
Japan: C'mon don't act like you didn't enjoy the things I did last anniversary! It wasn't like I got you drunk or anything. I know people say me and France act alike but I would never without your consent bonitinho!
I'm not saying anything about this in front of Cici-chan.
America: Thank you so much for the autograph! I feel bad for you though because once you and Arthur get married, you're gonna have to eat his cooking.
No way I'm not! I'm going to eat McDonald's everyday! Iggy can do whatever he wants as far as food goes, but I'm fending for myself.
England: You have to admit your cooking pretty sucks but your accent is kind of hot! If you dress punk like you used to then your hotness might increase even though my people seem to think you're already hotter than heck.
Tell your people I said, 'Thank you?' and my cooking is edible! You all just don't understand gourmet when you taste it!
See you all in London this summer and in 2016 I promise to treat you all to a round of drinks in Rio!
Bye!
Youtube Girl and Brazil
Hey.. the name is uh.. Hymy.*Huff* So.. questions. Well the first one is for the Italian- Erm, the lovely Romano I mean.
SO. Who's the idiot that you dislike the most..(We should get together and beat their ***! HAHAHA) And I have tomatoes just for you. Just because you're not a moron like most, right?
Uh thanks I guess. You're alright. Not many people will give me tomatoes for no reason. And the idiot I dislike the most is Germany, that stupid potato-head! I've threatened him so many times to beat his ass but something always goes wrong. Let's do it together!
Second is for Prussia..
You're not awesome okay! You're a stupid wurst humper.. bu- but..can I have an autograph? It's for my friend! I swear.
WHAT? You did NOT just go there! I am sooooooooo much more awesome than you'll EVER be. GOT THAT? As for the autograph...you're sure it's for a friend?
Third is for England.
Why do you drink so much? It's not good for your health. You're not Irish. **.
What I consume is none of your business. I know perfectly well the health risks of drinking in excess but frankly, I don't care much. As a personified nation, it doesn't matter in the course of things. And I'm partially Irish, mind you. I represent Northern Ireland.
Fourth is for Spain.
Well because I'm such a damn pervert, you should go back to your pirate days..but like..you know..when you're getting intimate with Romano over there if you know what I mean? And take pictures for me..- nevermind don't take pictures.. you're too stupid. Have France do it or something. AND I BETTER GET THOSE PICTURES RIGHT AWAY DAMMIT. I'm not a patient person! Hmph.
You want pictures of me as a pirate and being intimate with Lovi? OK! 8D
That's it for now. As soon as I think of something more useful to ask.. then well I'll come back. And Prussia isn't a nation, he's just a region in Germany. HAHAHA- Wait no. WHATEVER, you're all stupid.
"Loooooooovi~!"
"Oh no..." Lovino facepalmed when he heard the cheery Spaniard call to him in that way. He turned around to find Antonio was standing a few feet away dressed like a pirate with Cici behind him holding her HD camera once again. "No! No way! NEVER!"
"But Lovi~!" both Lovino's sister and lover cried at the same time, and creepily in the same manner. They both pouted and gave him puppy-dog eyes.
"Erg..." The middle Italian hung his head and wiped a hand down his face in annoyance before straightening up and running the same hand through his hair. "Just ONE!"
"YAY!" the other two threw themselves at him gleefully and his face heated up immediately.
"Let's just get this over with, you dumbasses..." Lovino submitted and allowed Antonio to drag him to the spot where they would take the picture.
"Smile, Lovi!" he said as Cici readied to snap the shot.
"Shut up!"
Meanwhile, Matthew had made it to the computer and was now answering his question.
Bonjour! This is Paris!
I'm looking for Francis have any of you seen him?
Canada: Hello brother! How are you? Hope you and Alfred are getting along. When are you coming over to make pancakes?
I'm alright, thanks. I hope you're doing ok. Alfred and I, well...We still have spats every now and then but I think things are generally good, eh. I'll come over soon, I promise! I have a lot of people to visit once this crazy party...get together...whatever you call it here is over.
Prussia: You better be nice to Matty or I'll break you into bits. But anyway propose to Matty now! That way Francis will stop being such a perv towards him.
Kesesese, what a totally awesome idea! Glad I came up with it! And not to worry, I will never do anything wrong to my Birdie. Now if you'll excuse me.
Gilbert left the computer and grabbed his lover, pulling him into a bear hug. "You know that I love you, right Mattie?" he asked.
"O-of course, Gil," Matthew replied, flustered by being so close to the albino.
"And you love me?" The taller man nuzzled his face into the Canadian's hair as he spoke.
"Yes, I love you!" Matthew looked up into the blood-red eyes of the older nation.
"Then I think it's time for the next step!" Gilbert got down on one knee and took one of Matthew's hands in his, kissing the top like a gentleman. "Mattie, I've never felt so strongly about anyone. From the first time that you sent me maple syrup I knew that you were the one. You're as awesome as me, and that's hard to do because I'm pretty freakin' awesome! And I want to spend all the rest of my life with you. I may not have a ring, or a lot to offer you in the first place. Hell, I've lived with my little brother since my house got destroyed! But, you can overlook that stuff, right? Matthew Williams...will you marry me?"
"Gil..." Matthew's violet eyes were teary as he nodded with a huge smile spread over his face.
Upon seeing the positive answer, Gilbert jumped into the air so high he almost hit the ceiling, with resounding cry of, "KESESE!" He grabbed Matthew and started to ravage his mouth with kisses while grinning uncontrollably.
Before they could come close to shagging, Arthur cleared his throat loudly and said, "I believe that there are still some questions in need of answers."
"Ve~, it's my turn!" Feliciano said happily bounding into the computer chair.
Ita-Chan! [north] Mon cher! When are you going to come visit?
Ve~, I'll visit soon! WIll you have some baguettes to go with the pasta?
Ita-?Kun [south] Be nice to Spain. At least he's better then Francis or Gilbert.
Psh...I guess he is better than those two creeps. But that doesn't make him any less of a bastard!
Antonio [hope I spelled that right] Have you seen my dad? [France]
Actually he was here before. But when he saw America propose to England he disappeared. Guess he couldn't take the loss. If I see him again, I'll tell you!
Thats all I have for now. [Stupid France! Making me go look for you] Please tell me if you see him!