Hey guys! Thanks to all of last times reviewers! Thank you LOLSmileyFace, Torako-chan, Izzeay, Inuppe, BritishEnglishFTW and TearsHiddenInTheRain. You're all awesome! And now, the next chapter. You're allowed to ask up to 3 questions. ^^ I thought it'd make you guys happy. Now, onto a more serious matter. I will be doing only TEN CHAPTERS for this story. After that it will be the end of the first season and I'll have more nations for the second season. Now, onto lighter matters, you've got five more chapters to ask me questions. And I might do an epilogue-ish chapter at the end. ^^
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"Welcome all to Hidden Secrets! Where you can question any of the nation you want!" greeted Alan, waving at the crowd with a brilliant smile. People went crazy with their cheering. The Hungarian man took his usual seat and greeted the nations with a smile. They all smiled back politely.
"Hello, nations! So, are you all ready for another round of questioning today?" he asked brightly. England gave him a death glare. The smile no his face dimmed a bit.
"Okay, I'll take that as a dim affirmative. Anyways, lets start the night with our first letter! It's our friend, BritishEnglishFTW! Ahem,
Oh good! Because I HATE eating Peeps. Seriously, all my American friends love them. Oh, speaking of friends, one of them really loves you, Russia! Anyways, here's my question: My friend and I are having an argument, who is more British? My friend says she's more British because her father actually comes from Britain. But she knows absolutely nothing about British history, customs, and culture like I do! My British ancestors came to America in the sixteen-hundreds, to which she says my blood is diluted and hers is fresh. By the way, she acts like an American and I act like a French person. She has no respect for tea while I have at least two cups a day. Using all this information, Britain: who do you think is more British? Please help.
Sincerely,
BritishEnglishFTW
PS. I have family from all over the UK except for Wales. Ireland, Scotland, and England. Does this help?
Arthur? Answer?"
Prussia cheered a bit for the fact that there was someone out there who hated Peeps, while Russia waved at the camera. England was deep in thought.
"Lets see, your friend's father is British, correct?" he mused. France nodded, because a letter was not going to nod. England thought some more.
"And you, BritishEnglishFTW, know more about my history, right?"
Again, France nodded. The green-eyed blond nodded to himself, tapping a finger lightly to his lips while he thought.
"Well, I would say you are more British. It doesn't matter if your near relatives aren't British. The fact remains that you know more about my customs and history than your friend. Also, you have more family coming form Britain, as I'm going to assume. And you drink tea (though why you would act like a Frenchie I have no clue). So I say, you are the winner of this little discussion you had with your friend." England stopped with a definitive nod. Alan grinned at the camera.
"Hope that makes you happy, BritishEnglishFTW. Now our next letter is from…a new writer! Let me read it out!
Hey there!
Name's Fable and I came all the way from Scotland~
Which brings me to the question for you England~ I ken you don't get along with your big brother well, BUT! You both have to agree America's movie of 'Brave Heart' is totally stupid. I mean, 'ello, totally not historical.
And Canada, see you in a few years sweetie~ Hope you got some room in your 'house' for me~
Yours,
UnstableFable
Well England? Any replies to that?"
England let a smirk flicker over his face, crossing his arms smugly.
"Thank you Fable! Finally! Someone else (except for my idiotic brothers) noticed the amount of stupidity in that movie! It was complete rubbish! Nothing was correct!" he said enthusiastically. Then he paused, observing something before letting a reluctantly smiling. "I cannot believe you are Scottish though, if you don't mind me saying. My brother can be rather-" He was cut off as America suddenly stood up after processing what England had said.
"Hey! Don't insult Hollywood Artie! 'Brave heart' was awesome!" he protested, pouting. England snorted, adjusting his tie before facing the younger nation completely, looking for all the world like an English teacher who was about to launch into a passionate lecture about Shakespeare. The tweed coat with the padded elbows wasn't really opposing the image. Arthur tutted, crossing his arms and staring Alfred down. He merely grinned and puffed up some more.
"That movie was the best ever!" he declared. Arthur snorted then cleared his throat.
"Alfred, as much as I hate to say it, you know absolutely nothing about me or my brothers. We've been alive before you were formed and I can tell you, it was historically incorrect. And why was the leading man an Australian? As much as I have no hate for that prat, I wonder why Scotsmen were led by an Australian. And why did they moon the opposing army? And just so you know, Allistor doesn't have dreadlocks," he completed, seating himself down again while Alfred flailed for answers. When he couldn't think of any, he huffed and sat down with a sulky look on his face. So, England hadn't forgiven him after all. France nudged America gently.
"Do not pout, you look like a child," he chided before returning to snugglnig with England, to whom he whispered a something that sounded like 'you look like the Doctor'. Alan raised an eyebrow and then looked at the camera with a grin.
"Well Fable, looks like you got your answer, eh? Ahem, and our last letter!
To the adorable Canada. I love you so much your so kawaii and I was wondering if you can tell me the story of how you found kumajirou? Also who was your first crush when you met all the nations and it so will you hook up with he/she in the near future. If you do have a new crush tell me too. Lastly I want you to rant to all the other nations about all the things that bother or piss you off.
Austria: do you have any feelings for hungary at all and if so would you go out with her and possibly get married in the near future. Can you also compose a musical piece personally for me?
To France: What is the most sexy thing that Iggy did in the bedroom for you? (And please tell every single detail...it can be anything extremely kinky).
Love,
yaoilover4lyfe
So? Nations?"
Japan flushed at the word 'yaoi' while all the nations looked towards Canada first. The Canadian man fidgeted in his seat for a second before nervously clearing his throat.
"Um, hello yaoilover4lyfe. You know me, I guess. Um…how I found Kumajirou? Well, as far as I can remember, I've always had him."
"Oui, you've 'ad 'im since you were a baby! You looked so adorable when you went to sleep all cuddled up to ze bear," sighed France with a genuine smile on his face. England chuckled.
"Yes. And even after that. Honestly, Matthew, you were easier to handle than Alfred. And better behaved too. I have no clue how I went wrong with that brat."
Canada blushed slightly and nervously fidgeted before looking back at the camera.
"Um, as I was saying, I've had him since I know. My irst crush? Um, actually, she was a human. And she was very nice. But she died quite a while ago…" He paused for a second before continuing. "And I want to tell all you nations something. I don't live in an igloo (cue gasp from the audience and everyone present), I am not a lumberjack (le gasp!) and I do not live solely on maple syrup (wide-eyed audience). I don't own a dog sled, I don't eat blubber, I don't say aboot, it's about, and I am not weak! I just choose to utilize my energy in other usefulthings!" he stopped, glaring ferociously at everyone. Well. Seems like that had been waiting for a chance to get out. He looked a bit embarrassed at all the stuff he had said and noticed some nations cowering a bit. Strange… England stood up, walking briskly to the French speaking nation and giving him a hearty slap on the back.
"You make me proud, Canada! You've got my temper!" he said proudly. France stalked over too, shoving England away.
"Oui, but if 'e didn't 'ave my sexiness, zen while 'e was shouting 'e would 'ave looked like a deranged lunatic!" Canada blinked. He hadn't been aware he was shouting. He smiled nervously and seated himself while France decided to launch into his own topic.
"And yaoilover4lyfe, you were asking somezing about kinky Angleterre, oui? Ah, zere are many zings I can talk about," he said dreamily, gazing at nothing and letting a slightly perverted look settle on his face.
"We 'ad so many arguments about who is more erotique. I still zink its Arthurr."
"Am not, you sodding frog! You're the one who's more perverted than me!"
"Mais, cher! You do ze best role plays!" protested France. America and Canada looked rather sick at hearing about their 'parents' sex life. The only one looking even vaguely interested was Prussia. He smirked.
"So, Arthur's improved since when I was with him?" he asked. All heads turned to gape at him. Francis shrugged.
"'e is very good. 'e always was."
"Kesesesesesese! You have to invite me to join you both sometime, Franny!"
"Never, wanker!"
(Somewhere in the crowd Hungary was having a nosebleed. Oh England, you should totally have a threesome! She mentally said.) Germany sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Bruder, I suggest you stop talking about this right now."
"Describe it!" Japan suddenly exclaimed. "She said to describe it!"
England looked mortified as he groaned, dropping his head in his hands. France perked up, straightening brightly.
"Describe? Oui! But I don't zink Arthurr would like it…"
"You think?" asked the Englishman sarcastically. The Frenchman grinned, wrapping an arm around the green-eyed blond's shoulder and pulling him closer to himself.
"Zere are many zings I just love about Arthur! And zere are many…fun zings we 'ave done in bed. Do you know 'e can be quite sadistic? And masochistic. And kinky."
"You're quite the kinky bastard too, frog!"
"Oui, oui. I never denied it. My favorite time was when-"
"This is a family show, guys! Children watch it too! Young, impressionable children! And we got a warning for it too!" exclaimed Alan suddenly, a bit flushed. France snickered and winked at the camera.
"Ah, desole, Cherie. Maybe I can ask 'ungary to send you some videos? Or maybe-"
"You will do no such thing, Frenchie!" interrupted England with a glare. "And if you do, do something like that, I swear you will be sleeping outside!"
"Cher! Ne fait pas ca! Je voudrais te vois a poil!"
England flushed and swatted the Frenchman's head, looking away pointedly. Matthew flushed too, glaring at his 'fathers'.
"Papa!" he said, sounding mortified. France had the decency to look a bit chastised.
"Desole, cher. Mais…tu as fait quoi, hier?"
"Hier?"
"Hier soir. Ohononononon!"
All the nations eyed France suspiciously.
"That was a perverted question, frog. You have no right to pry into his life," said England, giving an apologetic look at Matthew. The Canadian man fidgeted before shrugging.
"Rien du tout. J'ai fait rien."
"Dommage," sighed France. Prussia nudged Austria when it seemed like France was done.
"So, Roddy? You like that crazy voman, Hungary?" he asked with a grin. The Austrian man sat straighter, avoiding eye contact with all the nations.
"Vell, I never really loved her. She vas a good friend, but her obsession vith me vas kind of strange. And it…for the lack of better terms, freaked me out," he confessed, remembering the time of the war of the Austrian succession where Hungary had came out of nowhere to help him and then proceeded to beat the crap out of the soldiers. That had been weird. (Hungary pouted. It wasn't that creepy! Honestly! Okay, maybe the 'threatening-Prussia-while-he-was-in-bed' part was creepy, but she only wanted to help him!) Roderich sighed and straightened his glasses.
"And I don't think I vill be going out, or marrying, her any time soon. I have recently…changed my sexual preferences." Prussia let out a whoop, hugging the man to himself.
"Danke, Specs! Now we can have se-!" he said with a grin. Austria flushed and shoved him away.
"Prussia! The children!"
Alan cleared his throat before rolling his eyes.
"Okay, if your talk thing is done, I'd like to call upon our first audience member!"
There was some loud music and then the lights settled on a girl. She looked Asian and was wearing a formal suit. Her eyes widened before she stood up, clearing her throat.
"Hello. I'm Bururu. I would first all, like to tell you, Prussia, that you are awesome. But Gilbird is awesomer. (Here she tactfully ignored his protest and Gilbird's satisfied cheep) And my question is to Russia. Russia, why do you say 'become one with mother Russia'? You're obviously a guy."
Russia paused, pondering the question.
"It is because they couldn't translate the words properly. And because they feel nurtured. Though why they had to make me a female was confusing. I am plenty nurturing now too, da?" All the nations were quick to nod their approval. Alan coughed discreetly.
"Right. And our next audience member is…."
The lights swirled around before settling on a black haired girl who had…sheep horns? She brightened and jumped up, snatching the mic and doing a victory jig before clearing her throat.
"Heyya guys! I'm LJbloodangel, and I would just like to say, it's awesome to be chosen! Okay, so I have some questions! Number one, to England, okay? England, will you let Scotland recede form the UK?" The Englishman stiffened for a second before letting out a small breath.
"I wouldn't stop him from leaving if he wanted to. But he doesn't have very good military power right now. And he would need the rest of the family's help. Plus, there will be some…economy problems with it too. But if he honeslty wanted to leave, I wouldn't stop him." LJbloodangel nodded. Then he turned her gaze to France.
"I've heard you and Scotland have the longest alliance. Did you guys date for a while?"
the Frenchman shrugged, glancing at Arthur to see how he was taking it. His mouth was in a thin line and his eyebrows were furrowed slightly.
"Oui, but only for some time. After zat we were just good friends. 'e figured out I preferred is brozer over 'im, so 'e told me zat we should just be friends. I 'and't known at zat time. But 'e did tell me zat if I break Arthurr's 'eart zen 'e would most probably kill me." England's lips twitched into a small smile which vanished as quickly as it came. The girl sat down.
"Lovely to know you've got Scotland backing you up, eh England? Well, now we have our next member!"
The spotlight was in a brunette's face. She had rather…prominent eyebrows and was wearing a large scarf. Looking a bit like…Russia? She stood up with a smile, taking the mic.
"Hey, I'm Antonia Ivaneva Braginski, but you can call me Riley. Well, I've got a few questions and comments. England! I adore your food!"
There was a gasp from most nations, including some cringes. England blinked then let a slow, genuine smile settle on is face. He probably would've bowed or something, but unfortunately, his partner was holding him tightly around the waist. Well, he settled for blowing her a kiss. There were swoons around the room. Riley grinned, miming capturing the kiss and holding it over her heart.
"Canada? I will visit your awesome country sometime soon! I hope I see you there!" she said. The Canadian smiled too, hesitantly waving at her. More swoons from the fangirls.
"Hungary?" Here she paused to look out at the crowd. The Hungarian watched her curiously from where she was hidden. "Teach me your ways, oh Mistress of Yaoi! I want to learn, Oh Great Yaoi Maker!" she said, bowing down and throwing yaoi mangas in the crowd. (Some girls caught them, immediately starting to nosebleed. Hungary chuckled and took out her secret mic.) "Very well, Student! I shall tell you the ways of Yaoi!" she said from her place. The nations on the stage face-palmed. Leave it to her to be dramatic and crazed at the worst moments. Riley beamed at the crowd before turning back to the nations.
"Russia, become one, da?" she asked sweetly. The man gave her a smile in return, blinking when she picked up two cats. "What do you think about them?" she asked, holding them out. He studied both before blinking again.
"The Scottish one reminds me of England. And the other one is kind of cute. Though I prefer rabbits to cats," he said, smiling widely.
"Um, America? How do you feel about some of your citizens learning Russian and hating McDonalds?"
"Dude, no way! People can't hate McDonalds!" he gasped. England rolled his eyes.
"Well I do, twit. I hate that disgusting, greasy stuff they sell that you call food. It's horrible! Tasteless! Austria's food tastes better than that!" he scoffed. Austria gave the other gentleman a smile.
"Dude! Artie! You can't insult McDonalds! Insulting McDonalds is like…like…saying your Queen is in an incestuous relationship!" There was silence. And then…
"WHAT?" screeched England, standing up and ready to beat the crap out of the American. He simply nodded.
"Exactly!" Germany and France had to literally hold England back so he wouldn't beat the American up. But England had been a pirate before, so he squirmed out of their grasps and advanced on the blue eyed, glasses wearing blond.
"America? I suggest you run." That was all the warning the younger nation got before he was tackled to the ground and punched. Sure the Englishman was smaller, but he still had one hell of a punch. Germany cursed and rushed forward to haul the furious Brit off. Matthew nudged his brother with his foot.
"Are you okay, Al?"
He got a groan in reply.
"I'll take that as a no."
France calmed England down, seating him on the couch and while America groaned and flopped over to the couch.
Alan chuckled nervously, flinching when Arthur's gaze flicked to him, before looking at the audience.
"R-right. Um, n-next audience member please," he stammered. The light landed on a brunette with blond highlights, and lightly tanned skin. She grinned, jumping up and taking the mic, looking like she was about to squeal. Luckily for everyone's eardrums, she didn't. instead she jumped up and down before taking a calming breath.
"CIAO! I'm Illusion Fox! So, I've got some questions…" She paused, studying the glaring England for a second before turning to Canada. "Hello!" she beamed. "Canada? How do you feel about yellow gummy bears that look like Kuma?" she asked. Matthew blinked then thought about it before shrugging.
"I wouldn't eat it (though at times I would just love to). Plus, I don't really like gummy bears," he admitted. Prussia cackled.
"I just love biting their heads off and then sticking them together. They make awesome mutated bear!" he cheered. Canada looked a little sick at the imagery. Illusion Fox nodded, turning her gaze to Russia.
"Did you ever use your pipe to hurt, or kill someone?" she asked him. Ivan gave her a creepy smile.
"Da! I hurt a lot of people with it! It still has traces of blood on it! Do you want to see?" All the nations sitting next to him scooched away slowly.
"Right," said the blonde, looking a bit creeped out. "Um and last one for England? Do you have home tapes of America doing cute things like trying to be a superhero?"
the Englishman rolled his eyes.
"He still does that. And no, I don't. We didn't have cameras back then. I do have some sketches I had made of when he was acting cute. And some paintings I think… mostly sketches though. And I think I have diary entries," he replied stiffly, shooting a glare at the American who looked like he had passed out. Illusion Fox thanked him and sat down. Alan stood up and clapped his hands.
"Well folks, that ends tonight's episode. We've got five more episodes till the new season! I'm looking forward to meeting you next time! Goodnight and see you again! Thank you!"
The lights on the stage dimmed as the jazzy music came on. All the nations moved to leave. Alan sighed, running a hand through his hair before pausing to pick up a yaoi manga.
"Gods I need to relax myself."
"I've got videos!" sing-songed Hungary next to him.
"And I can bring popcorn," said Japan from his other side.
"Sounds like a plan."
Sorry for the late update. Whaddaya think? And ask more questions! And please tell me who you think should be in the next season! (It's name will probably be different. I might have a girl hosting the show. Do you think Alan Baker should continue it? Or should he have a partner with him? Reviews!)
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