Hey guys! Do you think I should continue with season two of this? I would love to know your answer to that question. Anyways, thank you my dearies that asked questions last episode. So, big round of applause for UnstableFable, Illusion Fox, BritishEnglishFTW, yaoilover4lyfe, Bururu, Antonia Ivaneva Braginski (Riley) and LJbloodangel. Merci, all of you! ^^
Here's the next chapter. Sorry for the long time. Enjoy!
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"Francis Bonnefoy! This is all your fault!" scolded England. France just grinned proudly, glancing over at the limping America with a smirk. Canada stood next to his fathers and let a small smirk flicker over his own lips before looking at Arthur.
"Sorry Dad," he said apologetically. The Englishman glanced over at the Canadian before sighing.
"It's perfectly fine Matthew. France! You and I are having a little-"
He was cut off as the stage was suddenly lit up and Alan strolled on.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to…Hidden Secrets! We are here with our next episode, more letter and more questions!" The crowd cheered and jumped up and down. Arthur thanked god that his mic hadn't been turned on. Alan looked over at the nations with a dazzling smile. America winced as he squirmed in his seat, something that Alan noted and put away for later.
"Right-o! Let's start today's episode with an old correspondent. Let's see if you can guess who it is.
Hello again, everyone!
Canada, How do you feel about other people/countries forgetting you?
Austria, what is your favorite kind of pastry?
Japan, do you like pokemon? If so, what is your favorite?
Love,
Torako-chan
So, nations?"
Austria spoke first, humming thoughtfully as he thought back to all the pastries he had ever tasted (and believe me, they were a lot).
"I vould say…my personal favorite vould be the hot apple strudel. It's very good," mused the Austrian man. France hummed his approval from where he was sitting.
"Oui. Mais, I prefer your sachertorte too. It is very good."
"Danke."
"You still bake, prinzessin?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Shut up."
England interrupted their squabble by clearing his throat and looking towards Canada.
"Come on, Matthew. Why don't you answer your question?" he said, glancing over at America once and smirking. The American winced and shifted in his seat. Canada chuckled lightly.
"I don't really mind anymore. It does get irritating, but I take out all my anger during hockey season. And on the rink. Plus, if it gets to be too much, then I can always beat them up, eh?"
The nations stared at him, wide-eyed. Who would have thought that Canada of all people could be so deranged-looking? Alan swallowed at the slightly terrifying aura that Canada had assumed as he smirked at his brother before looking at Japan.
"Right. Japan. Pokemon?"
"No. I am not overry fond of them. They, frankly, are strange at times. Though I have no crue why America seems to rike them so much."
"Dude they're awesome!"
Alan rolled his eyes. "Right. Now, onto our next old correspondant!
I'm Back~~~~~! So I have a few questions. To Russia and America, what are your feelings towards the pairing RusAme? Canada and America, how do you like hearing about your parents sex escapades on this show? And finally to France and England, what do you love most about each other? (Dont be pervy with this one, France.)
BTW, Hungary, I pledge alligence, to the yaoi, for its Fuckin awesomeness, and for the beauty, for which it stands, the fangirls, stay alligned, and bow down before it. (I do hope you enjoyed that America)
German Sparkle Party
Well?"
Canada and America made simultaneous faces of disgust at the second question, shuddering as they remembered what their 'parents' had revealed.
"Man, German Sparkle Party, that was the grossest thing ever. I mean, why couldn't our parents have been normal?" lamented America. Canada nodded in agreement.
"I love Papa and Dad, but they honestly give too much information at times."
"Totally! Dude, do you remember the time when we were at your place and Artie and France were in your pool? Dude, I never knew Artie was that flexible."
"Are you implying something here?" snapped Arthur, getting a defensive look on his face. Matthew's eyes widened and he opted for an innocent look, averting his gaze from the older nations. America snorted.
"Dude, Artie, I'm surprised your back didn't snap in that position. And how did you maneuver yourself like that anyways? And your le-"
"All right! That's quite enough!" interrupted Alan, looking a bit scarred. Germany had turned an interesting shade of red at the mental image. Japan was writing down notes. (Hungary had sketches drawn out already). America chuckled and was about to say something when Russia beat him to it.
"You asked something about Amerika and I together, da? I think we would be great. What do you think, Amerika?" he asked, giving the man a glare and a creepy smile. The American glared back.
"Get lost commie bastard. And its America. Don't roll the r's."
"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol!"
"Um, haha. Keep rolling those r's dude."
England rolled his eyes. France suddenly stood up, a rose in hand which he presented to England.
"You ask what I love about, cher Arthur? Zere are many zing. So many. And many of zem are zose crappy, clichés. Ah, 'is laugh, 'is smile, 'is physique, 'is 'air, 'is everyzing. But ze only zing I really love is ze fact zat 'e can still surprise me. Even after so many years of our existence. You would zink one would become boring. But 'e. Angleterre surprises me all ze time. I 'ave no clue why some 'umans can't stay wiz one partner for zeir little lives," he remarked, smiling slightly as Arthur took the rose and tucked it into his shirt's pocket. The Englishman rolled his eyes and yanked France too the couch.
"Well, Francis. We both know they haven't had an interesting history like us. Either way, I'm glad you think I'm interesting. I think this calls for a…" here his voice dropped to a whisper as he said something in France's ear. The longhaired blond got a lecherous look on his face as he nodded and smirked. England moved away and got an equally perverted smirk, reminding everyone that he was once a pirate after all. (Some people like America still didn't believe it.) Then he realized he was supposed to be answering the question too and the smirk dropped away. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Right. What I love about the frog. Well, I guess he isn't too bad of company," he mused. Francis gave him a mock offended look. "Don't give me that look, frog. He can also be incredibly polite and…gentlemanly. And he can understand me, as cliché as that is. And truth be told, he can make me forget about how old I am."
There were 'awws' from the audience. Alan smiled.
"Well, there's your answer, German Sparkle Party. Now, with that put away neatly, we can proceed to our final old correspondent. Ahem,
Yes! Merci beaucoup! Arigato gosaimasu! 谢谢! Danke! I told her that, but she didn't understand. She drags me around a lot then doesn't help me when I need it. PSST, she's Polish. Anyways, Russia, my friend wants to become one with you! My friends all adore your cooking, England. So I want to ask: Have ANY of you had proper British cooking? A perfect scone? Hmm? Because I tell you, it's wonderful. Please tell me. (And I'm NOT talking about America's knock-off of scones! They're not truly British!) Oh, and America: You loved England's cooking when you were a child, why do you not like it now? Anyways, I'm going to a French restaurant next weekend. And even though my trio of friends all love British food, we ALSO admit that French cooking is the finest in the world. Sorry England. Anyways, speaking of my friends, one of them told me a fun fact: In France, it is illegal to die without first reserving a place to be buried/purchasing a tombstone.(Can't remember which) France... um, why? Non, non. My question should be: How the bloody hell do you penalize someone after they're dead? Please, explain.
Sincerely,
BritishEnglishFTW
So, nations?"
England was the first to speak, eagerly talking to the camera. Hmmm… seemed like he had a new friend.
"Hello again, BritishEnglishFTW. It's lovely to hear from you again. Your friends adore my cooking? Well, you must have some brilliant friends. I would invite you all to my house sometime for some tea. And then you could stay for dinner!" he mused, thinking away. France nudged him.
"Cher, you do realize you probably won't get to meet 'er, right? And I zink all zeir tastebuds 'ave died off. La nourriture anglais est le horreur!"
"Oi! Don't insult my food, git!" he exclaimed. France chuckled and winked.
"Zough, I 'ave to admit, some of your food is actually good. Only some of it," he said, averting his gaze. Arthur smirked triumphantly. America gagged.
"Dude! Koay, so I admit his food was good. But that was only when I was a kid. Then I realized how gross it was!" he said. Internally, he shied wistfully. England's food could be quite good when he wanted it to be. Especially those fairy cakes. Mmm, recalled America. He blinked and realized England was staring at him weirdly.
"Alfred, would you mind telling us why you were drooling?" The American flushed and thought quickly.
"I was thinking of burgers."
"I cannot believe how you eat that stuff! I mean, sure…" England blathered on and on while America thought more intently about the full English breakfast. That was something he really missed. Maybe I should visit him more often. Especially on Sundays. He made the big breakfast on Sunday, he mused. He was broken out of his thoughts as France started talking.
"What is zis? Illegal to die? Oui, but only in some places where we know zere is no more space for more corpses. Some ozzer countries 'ave zis problem too. Ze best way to make sure no one dies in zat place is to give punishment to ze deceased person's family. Say, like sending zem to jail or fining zem," he said, shrugging. Alan cleared his throat.
"Brilliant. Now, onto our next letter.
Hello all! First of all I would like to say your all AMAZING, absoulutly amazing in your own ways!Second of all Im american, though Half Dutch. (Thought i'd throw that in there)
my first question is for America, your said to Love pop and country, But what about Rock? If you do, could you name a few of your favorite?
England, my question to you is, Out of all of yor bands which is your Favorite?
Sincerely,
Demon Piper
So?"
England spoke first. Of course he would. He was proud of his bands.
"I like all of them. Hmm, I used to like the Sex Pistols (cue choking from America, Germany and Canada. Even France looked a bit surprised, though more at the name). But then, I found the Beatles to be more pleasing. I don't know. I love all the bands my country has and had. We have a good taste in music. Not classical, though. Austria's better a that."
Austria gave the other man a smile and a nod. France paused in his choking.
"Ze Sex Pistols?" he asked. England nodded.
"They were pretty ace."
"Can't your bands have normal names? Wasn't one of them calledKinky or something?"
"The Kinks, if you must know. And the names are not weird. It's not like your bands have normal names. I mean, the Foo Fighters? Honestly."
"Hey! I've got awesome bands!"
"Right. Are you honestly saying that to me when I've had the best bands in history?" England ignored whatever else America was going to say. America turned to the camera.
"Hmm. My favorite rock band, huh? Well, I've got two. Pearl Jam and Ramones. I think they're awesome!" he exclaimed. Alan smiled at the camera.
"Well, Demon Piper, you've gotten your answer. Now, onto our last letter,
Haay! My first question is for cute italy. And my second is for maple cutie Canada ;D. And a I have a dare for the HERO(which are totally awesome Prussia!)America.
Ok
1) Feli! I lovee u and ur so cuteee! Im half italiano and understand ur love for pastaaaaaa! Ok I have a favor to ask! Can u drag sexy romano on to the stage! Hell, drag him by his curl if u have to! And bring spain! Love u!
2) hiiii Canada! I love u tooo and never thought u could be so kinkkyyy. I have to ask! Will u ever date America! Oh I love that pairing so much! AmeriCan for live(;
3) America I dare u to kiss Mattie and pull his curl! I've always wondered if it was the same as Romano's and Italy's...
AshMeowsYaoi
Well, nations?"
Italy beamed at the camera.
"Ciao AshMeow! Romano isn't here, unfortunately. Ve! Fratello is at big brother Spain's house! And they both are all the way in Spain. Ve!" informed the Italian cheerily. Canada swallowed when the nations' gazes turned to him. He squirmed and looked away.
"Um, Alfred is my brother…" he said uncomfortably. America pouted at him.
"Aw, Mattie! You don't want to have hot, kinky sex with me?" he whined. The Canadian turned red.
"ALFRED!"
"AMERICA!"
"AMERIQUE!"
The American had the decency to look embarrassed. Then he smirked as he remembered the last question/request thing. He grabbed his brother by the chin and quickly kissed his cheek, gently tugging the curl. Canada yelped, pulling away abruptly and flushing as he hid behind Arthur. England glared at America.
"America! You cant just do that!"
"Well I was dared!"
"Still doesn't excuse that behavior!"
"Oui! Apologize to Mathieu!"
"Bleh. I don't regret it. But still, sorry Mattie."
"It's fine. Just…" The Canadian reached forward and tugged Nantucket, grinning as Alfred squirmed uncomfortably and pulled away.
"Mattie!"
"Sorry."
Alan snickered, looking at the camera.
"Right, now, time to choose our audience members!" he sing-songed. The camera light swiveled around and then settled on a girl. She had dark hair, blue eyes and looked rather pale. A new person?
"Hello! Nice to finally meet'cha!" she greeted. England's eyes widened and he jumped up, pointing a finger at her as he frowned slightly.
"UnstableFable, am I correct?" he asked. The girl's grin widened and she nodded.
"Aye. I wanted to thank you for answering my previous question England, and to answer yours...well I may have been born in Scotland, however my father and both grandparents are pure-blooded English so maybe that's why... Anyways, I also wanted to say that though your food may be a bit bland, it makes me feel like I'm finally home when I eat it. So, thanks," said UnstableFable. England smiled warmly and sat back down. The girl cleared her throat.
"Right, I have a question. What do you all think about your 2P counterparts?"
England stiffened.
"Um, Fable, no one really knows about them…" he said quietly. Everyone turned to him curiously.
"2P?" asked America curiously. Even Germany looked curious. England laughed and looked away.
"Nothing. Just about…fairies?"
"That didn't sound like nothing."
England huffed.
"Fine, there's another dimension, universe, whatever you want to call it. It has a counterpart of you which is opposite of you in everyway. And they exist. I've seen them myself. She's talking about them. They're born at the same time as you and don't know about this world. They've got different names though," he explained. Nobody believed him. Arthur was relieved. He glanced at Fable and smiled ruefully.
"Well, I don't know if you can see fairies or not, but if you want, I can send over some friends," he offered. There was a nod from Fable as she sat down, a bit upset because no one seemed to believe about their 2P versions. America suddenly spoke up.
"Those 2P versions of ourselves, which I totally don't believe exist, sound cool. Am I totally badass? Huh, Artie?"
"Well, you certainly are…different. He's more violent than you. And prefers killing people. And quiet too."
"Whoa, I sound freaky."
"Well, he is."
Alan cleared his throat.
"Right. As much as I would love to hear more, I think we should get to our last member for tonight. And we have…"
A familiar girl stood up. Bururu. She took the mic with a smile and waved.
"Hey again, its Bururu," she introduced. They nodded. She took a breath.
"So America, I wanted to tell you something. Um, as part of my chorus ensemble's requirements, we have to sing a song for Memorial Day. I'm singing "America". You know, "My country 'tis of thee..." Anyways, I can't find inspiration. I just get... depressed. But then I think of the fact that you still kept the wooden soldiers Britain made for you even today and I got out of that slump, so thanks so much!" America nodded to her cheerfully.
"No problem, dude. The hero is always there!" Bururu smiled.
"France, you are supposed to be the country of l'amour, but your national anthem frankly scares the crap outta me. Bloody flag? Coming to cut the throat of our sons? Tainted blood irrigating furrows? Holy crap. You're scaring me. And my friends. Why so intimidating?"
France shrugged.
"Well, if someone isn't scared off by my army, zen ze best zing to do is scare zem off wiz my national anzem." England laughed.
"I must say, I rather like the frog's anthem. Very nice."
"And graphic," added Prussia with a snicker.
"Secondly, that day France and Britain were fighting over you, America, France offered you food... as a modern American stuck eating repulsive hamburgers every day, I have to say WHY THE BLOODY HELL DIDN'T YOU TAKE IT? Do you know how much happier I would be eating ratatouille instead of a greasy hamburger? HUH? AND YOU, FRANCE, I SWEAR TO GOD YOU SHOULD HAVE FORCED YOUR FOOD DOWN THE KID'S THROAT INSTEAD OF LETTING BRITAIN DEVELOP AMERIQUE'S CULINARY TASTES!" Here the girl paused before turning to the Brit and glaring at him. "I blame YOU for all this!" She finally calmed down, taking a deep breath. "I'm quite sorry. I inherited my mother's Italian temper. Strangely, we're from the Northern part of Italy." France and England glanced at each other before back at the female Asian.
"Well, as we all remember-"
"She wasn't born at that time, France. I can assure you that."
"Excuse moi, zen. As I was saying, as we know, Angleterre and I were fighting over Amerique. Well, we said Americus could choose who 'e wanted to go wiz and 'e chose Arthur. Zero was really nosing I could do about it. And I agree wiz you, poor boy's taste buds died off. Such a pity." England snorted but refrained from saying anything. America was pouting.
"Hey! My burgers don't suck! Everyone loves them."
"Right," said Austria sarcastically, causing several nations to look at him in surprise. He shrugged.
"So... anyways! Everybody, what's your favorite quote? Mine is "All Hail Britannia!" from Code Geass. It's awesomeness rivals that of Prussia's it is so awesome. And by "Britannia", we mean America, not England. Sorry!" finished Bururu. England paused before grinning.
"Huzzah," he said seriously. They all looked at him while France shuddered. Along with some of the older nations. America looked curious but didn't say anything. France thought about it.
"'No firing till you see the whites of their eyes'," said Prussia with a grin. They all stared at him. He shrugged. "Old Fritz. He was awesome like that."
Austria sniffed before speaking. "'To play without passion is inexcusable'," he announced. France grinned.
"Sticks and stones may beak my bones, but whips and chains excite me!" England spluttered.
"I'm sure that's not a quote!"
"Well, it is now."
"In god we trust!" rang out America.
"The way of the maple leaf is the secret to life," mumbled Canada.
"I am awesome!" Well, one guess to who that could be.
"Pasta!"
Alan hurriedly ended the show with a 'good night folks' as the nations started talking over each other, the topic somehow being war cries. The lights dimmed and the nations paused, looking around before returning to their conversations. Alan sighed and walked away.
"Yaoi?" offered Hungary. He nodded and followed her away.
"Anything to get away from them."
Sorry for the long update. What do you think? More questions! Reviews!
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