Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. ^^ I'll be asking at least four questions per chapter, so each chapter I will pick out the four questions I picked randomly and ask them to the charries in the chapter. Enjoy! And review!

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The lights flashed again and a familiar blond walked onto stage, grey eyes glinting with a distinct hint of mischief.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen! And once again, welcome to Hidden Secrets! Tonight we have with us the nations I introduced to you last time, so please put your hands together for the Hetalians!"

There was a loud cheering as the lights came on above the nations and the nations gave small waves and nods towards the crowd. There were three couches arranged in a semi-circular manner. Starting from the right were France and England, leaning against each other. Sitting a bit uncomfortably next to England was Russia with America. Next to him were Canada, Italy, Germany, Prussia and Austria in that order. Alan sat down a comfortable seat opposite them, ignoring the baleful glares he got from said nations.

"Alright! So tell me, how are you all enjoying your stay here in California?" he asked politely, trying a winning smile. Only America looked happy. The rest of the nations just gave him evil glares. The host chuckled uneasily and cleared his throat. "Right, well, lets get down to business shall we? Let's see some of the letters and questions the audience has for you today. I'll be choosing two letter and two audience members." Alan produced two letters and smiled at his guests, peeling open the first letter.

"Okay, so first we have a letter from some one, who's name for privacy reasons, is Animecki16. So, let me read this out.

Dear Mr. Italy,

I love you. And pasta. My question is who do you like more? Germany or America?

Thanks,

Aminechik16

So, Italy, can you answer this question?" All the nations turned to observe the Italian who just smiled widely. Feliciano waved at the camera, smile brightly.

"Hello Animechik16! Ve! You asked if I like Ludwig better or America? Well, I love Germany, and Germany loves me! Right Germany?"

The German man flushed and looked away, clearing his throat slightly.

"D-don't talk about such thing in such company Italy." The Italian man pouted but waved at the camera again before cuddling up to the blond man again. Yes, Germany was turning rather red.

"Aw, dude, you don't like me?" pouted Alfred.

"Ve, I do. Only like a friend though." Alfred grinned and leaned back in his seat, turning to Alan. Alan snickered but took out another letter.

"Now, our other letter. Ahem,

Dear France,

Are you and England secretly together while masking it with all the sexual tension? Je t'aime France (but you really belong with England, it's sooo cute!)

German Sparkle Party."

Prussia snickered at the safe name they had put for the letter writer, trying to imagine Austria and Ludwig having a sparkle party. Yep, unimaginable. Anyways, all the audience quietened to hear the answer. England was, unsurprisingly, turning red and France was getting his perverted grin on his face.

"Bonjour, German Sparkle Party. Je t'aime aussi. So, you ask if Angleterre and I are togezer? Ohononononon! We very much are-"

"No we're not, you bloody Frog! I bloody hate you!"

"Mais, amour¸ you didn't say anyzing against what we did yesterday. Ohononon!"

"FROG! You're not supposed to go around telling that to everyone!"

France and England broke out into another one of their fights while America and Canada made faces.

"Ew, like dude, we didn't need to know what ya old men do at night. That was plain disgusting," said America. Canada nodded along.

"The mental images are gross."

"Ew, imagine them both all flabby," shuddered Alfred.

England redirected his fury to the two 'children', glaring even more.
"Why you little twat! First of all, Francis and I are not flabby. That would be you! And second of all, Francis and I can outdo anything your kinky little minds can come up with!" he snapped, crossing his arms and smirking smugly. Canada choked. America gagged. Germany looked horrified at the mental images. France grinned pervertedly. Prussia scoffed. Austria looked uncomfortable. Alan held back snickers. There was a hush in the audience and then loud squealing and then:

"SHOW US PROOF YOU'RE NOT FLABBY!"

Utter silence. England turned to the crowd and stood up, unbuttoning his shirt and smirking at the cheers he was getting. He tossed his shirt off, (making it land somewhere in the front row), showing a slim and toned body. He turned once, for the fangirls' benefits (and Elizaveta, though he didn't know she was over there and taking pictures) and grinned at France before lounging back into his seat, not bothering with the shirt. He turned his head and glared at Alfred too, not noticing the strange glint in his eyes.

"No flab. Unlike a certain someone who eats ten thousand burgers in a day," he said proudly. Alfred gasped, standing up and proceeding with his own shirt.

"Nuh-uh! See! No flab!" declared Alfred, taking his own shirt off and grinning proudly. The older nation snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Yes. Are those love handles I see?"

"WHAT!" The American squeaked and put his shirt back on, flushing and glaring at his ex-caretaker before pouting and sitting back down next to Russia. The Russian gave him a creepy look.

"Become one with Russia, da?"

"Yeah right, Commie bastard."

France cleared his throat, putting an arm around England which was promptly shrugged off.

"As you can see, German Sparkle Party, we boz are getting along razer well. And if you ever need any evidence, I've got some tapes I can lend you," he said, giving a wink at the camera. England flushed and punched Francis repeatedly on his head while shouting curses.

Alan sighed then cleared his throat, stopping both the nations in their fight. Well, it seemed to have progressed to kissing, but whatever.

"Right. And now, what you've been waiting for… AUDIENCE QUESTIONS! I'm going to pick two lucky audience members to ask questions they want, and the first one is…"

The spotlight spun and flashed throughout the room before settling on a brunette on the front row. Her eyes widened and she grinned widely, jumping up with a victorious punch to the air.

"Hello Miss! First, please tell us your name and then you can ask a question. Only one mind you."

The girl nodded furiously and cleared her throat, taking a mic offered.

"Hello, I'm Lili-Beth. So my question is for the sexy…"

Prussia and America leaned forward eagerly, getting ready for the possible question. Too bad they were wrong.

"…Japan!" completed Lili.

Two pairs of jaws hung open to stare at the girl incredulously. The rest of them studiously ignored the two astounded nations.

Japan blinked and smiled hesitantly.

"Herro, Riri-Beth. What question would you rike to ask me?"

"Um, how much yaoi do you own?"

(Hungary was gasping and shaking her head. If anyone found out how much they owned…well, let's just say no one should ever find out.)

The Japanese man blinked and looked away for a second before looking back at her.

"A…rot, I guess you could say. Hungary and I rike to expand our correction as much as we can," he admitted. The Lili pouted slightly.

"A number please?" Japan shifted a bit and his gaze flitted to her for a brief second.

"Would you rike me to tell you how much we export or how many custom made we have? Or would you rike to know about our personar corrections?" Lili quickly mused the question then grinned.

"All."

"Ah. Werr, we've made enough yaoi to give fifty different videos to each person in the entire worrd. Each and every person," replied Japan, looking slightly pleased with himself. (Hungary groaned, face palming. If anyone tried stealing any of it, she would kill them. Even if it was someone like Prussia who was totally giving a fantabulous time to her ex-husband. Even if it was France, who had an awesome, kinky time with England.)

Lili flushed slightly.

"Can you kiss me, please?"

All the nations froze and turned to Japan, with the exception of France and England who were having an intense stare down. The Asian man froze and then let a flush blossom on his cheeks. He fidgeted nervously.

"Werr, I don't rearry rike all these personar disprays of affection." He handed her a sakura bloom instead and leaned forward, whispering something that sounded suspiciously like 'you can contact me for yaoi if you ever need it for yourserf or your friends'. He sat back in his chair and flushed when he realized that all the nations, especially the ones who understood yaoi was, were staring at him. Lili sat back in her seat.

The host cleared his throat, drawing the attention to the crowd.

"And the next lucky audience member is…"

The spotlight zoomed and spun before landing on a surprised blond. (AN: Hey SoraChiistar! You haven't given me a description to base you off on so I'm going to say blond ^^ I hope you don't mind) The blond looked around a bit then grinned as she realized it was her. She jumped up, taking the mic offered and grinned at the nations on stage.

"Hi! I'm SoraChiistar! It's awesome to meet you both. Speaking of awesome, I've always wondered. Who's more awesome: Prussia or America?" She tilted her head to one side and studied both the said nations curiously. Prussia rolled his eyes.

"Pfft. As if you even need to discuss this. Everyone here knows that I am the most awesome person alive," scoffed the albino. Alfred rolled his eyes from his point on the couch.

"Dude, are you kidding or what? Everyone know that I'm the awesomest because I'm the hero!"

"Hero? Hero? Heroes suck Deutsch balls!"

"Did you just insult heroes? Not cool dude!"

"Not cool? Heroes are not cool."

"Hey! You take that back right now!"

"Fine, only because I'm the mature and awesome one."

"But why are you awesome?" interrupted SoraChiistar. Prussia looked at her and crossed his arms.

"Awesome doesn't need a reason to exist," he replied seriously. America snorted.

"I'm the awesome one because I'm a hero. And everyone knows heroes are awesome."

"How could heroes be awesome? They wear girly underwear over their pants. And they wear those stupid capes," scoffed Gilbert. Gilbird gave an approving cheep. Alfred scowled.

"They do not wear girly underwear and their capes are not stupid!"

"Well, git, I'd hate to say it but Gilbert is right. The underwear over pants thing is kind of weird…" chimed in England. France made a weird gesture.

"And zeir capes are so last millennium. 'Onestly, zose capes are bizarre."

Gilbert cackled happily.

"Kesesesesesese! See American? I win. I'm awesomer! I'm the lord of awesome! Even the Greeks worshipped my awesomeness!"

Canada looked at Sorachiistar a bit apologetically and mouthed something that seemed rather like 'I'm sorry you had to ask those idiots.'

Alan cleared his throat, attracting attention to himself.

"Right, well, thank you SoraChiistar, animechik16, Lili-Beth and German Sparkle Party," here he tactfully ignored Prussia's snickers at the last name, "and I also thank you crowd! Thank you everyone. Keep sending us those questions! See you tomorrow! And have a good night!" He waved, there was dramatic music and then the lights dimmed overhead. Baker sighed and glanced towards the nations.

"Thank you all. I expect to see you tomorrow," he said wearily, yawning ad ruffling his hair as he walked away.

"I miss Hungary," he mumbled to himself, sighing and wistfully remembering delicious Hungarian meals.

"I KNEW HE WAS HUNGARIAN!"

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