Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! Here's the next chapter. You've only got to wait three weeks before my holidays will start.
Thank you Torako-chan, AshMeowsYaoi, Chinese Girl 50, German Sparkle Party, UnstableFable, BritishEnglishFTW, Bururu, TheQuestionThatRemains and chipsivanna!
On another note, I have too many people wanting to be audience members! I still need letter writers, so I hope you won't mind if I return some of the previous letter writers as letter writers so that other letter writers can try as audience members. I'm sorry if that was confusing, but really, we've got too many audience members at times. I hope you all don't mind. If you have any complaints with that then I apologize again. I want YOUR OPINION on 11 characters you think should be in the next season. You can PM them to me or put them in a review. OR I might make a poll on my account. Watch out for it!
Anywho, enjoy this chapter ^^
PS. I had a question PMed to me too. So just so you know, you can PM questions too ^^
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The catchy theme song of 'Hidden Secrets' came on, the lights whirling around and flashing before settling on Alan Baker, the host of the show. The blond man grinned, flashing brilliantly white teeth at the audience and waving at the crowd, grey eyes glinting merrily.
"Hey folks! Welcome to another episode of Hidden Secrets!" Cue cheering. "I bet you're all excited, eh? Only two more episodes before the show is over and the next season starts!" The crowd groaned and whined. "Aw, don't be like that! I'm sure you'll enjoy it tremendously. We'll have different nations, and I might have a partner! But anyways, enough about the show. Say hello to our nations!"
The lights illuminated the nations as the men waved brightly at the crowd. The fangirls and fanboys screamed their approval, jumping up and down. Alan grinned and turned to the nations.
"Hello Hetalians! How are you all this lovely night?"
"Been better," grumbled England, elbowing France in the side when the Frenchman attempted to slide an arm around his waist.
"Cher! You did not zink zat yesterday night."
"Shut it, frog!"
Alan coughed to break up their fighting and smiled, waving a letter in the air.
"Well, either way, I want to start the show happily! So, should I read out our first letter?
America! She seriously likes you! Ever since she first met you! Which is when, well, I don't know. Maybe sometime in the 19th century... Oh yeah! She's been liking you ever since 1867. You both first met at that time and in 1881 signed a treaty of peace and friendship.
Madagascar: CG50... Seriously... Why did you HAVE to say-
CG50: Oh well! See ya guys! And Also Prussia... Would you like me to recite the digits of pi just in case you think America is NOT awesome! *Evil smirk.* Cause I can go on and on
See ya!
Love,
CG50
America? Prussia?"
All the nations looked at America expectantly. He flushed slightly at all the attention he was getting before looking away uncomfortably.
"Um, I'll see then. Maybe we can hang out sometime, yeah?" he asked, looking at the camera with a bright grin on his face. England crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.
"Madagascar, if I were you I wouldn't go out with an idiot such as America. Honestly, Matthew is so much better."
"Oui. Alfred is quite ze oblivious one. Mon Mathieu is not like zat at all. 'e is so sweet and loving and caring-"
"Oi! Frog! I know I said not to go out with Alfred, but that doesn't mean you can show off with Matthew. And you must also remember that he is mine too."
"Oui. Mais, 'e looks more like me, all sexy and what not."
"Your ego's too big."
"Not as much as yours, cher."
Alfred pouted as both his 'parents' said that he was undatable…or something like that. Next to him, Canada flushed slightly at the praise. America turned his gaze to his brother, raising an eyebrow at the delicate flush before grinning widely and pinching his cheeks, cooing over him.
"Aww Mattie! You look so cute!"
"A-Al! Leave me alone, please?"
"But Mattie! You look so adorable when you blush!"
At that Matthew's blush darkened and he cast a pleading glance towards Russia. The Russian man placed a hand on Alfred's back, making him freeze in spot.
"Leave Canada alone, da? Or I can use my pipe on you…"
"Shut up, commie! Don't threaten the hero!"
"Kesesesese! America, you are seriously unawesome. Why don't you fight him?"
"No way! I'm the hero, and I don't fight random civilians!"
England threw something at America with a glare.
"America, if I were you, I would shut up right now before someone decided to put their pipe to good use."
"…Are you talking about you and France? Because I don't want to get raped by Francis."
"YOU ARE SO PERVERTED AMERICA! I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT PIPE!"
The audience giggled, along with some nations, while England's face turned red and Alfred flushed too. Alan rolled his eyes.
"Right. Next letter then.
Hello! I have questions for England and Russia!
First off...
England, have you ever considered taking a cooking class?
Russia, why don't you want Belarus to become one with you?
Ica-chan
Well?"
England spluttered indignantly, waving his arms around.
"I don't need cooking classes! I'm perfectly fine without them!" he finally said, huffing, furrowing his eyebrows and scowling. Francis snickered.
"'e's just angry because 'is pride will be 'urt. And 'is pride is more zan my ego. Zen again, I am razer prideful too…"
"Shut up frog! There's nothing about pride in this! I cook perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch."
"Oui, of course you do," drawled the Frenchman sarcastically. He paused before admitting something. "Zough some of your food is good, I must admit. But only some of it!"
"See! Even the frog admits my food is good!"
America shuddered.
"Dude, your food tastes like couch stuffing, and I would know what that tastes like."
He got weird looks which he ignored. Alan then looked at Russia to answer the question. The Russian man shrugged.
"I don't want to marry my sister because she is my sister and very sadistic," he said seriously, looking away. There was a pause before Alan spoke uneasily, clearing his throat and moving no to the next letter.
"Right. Moving on to the next letter…
Hey there its yoailover4lyfe and I have two more questions.
To France: Is there any nation that you would not try to seduce at all? (I mean like seriously there has to be at least one nation that you would not sleep even if you on the verge of death)
To Russia and Canada: I'm watching the IIHF world hockey championship right now and both of you countries are competing for the gold. Have any predictions to who would win the gold. I'm rooting for both countries to win or at least reach the finals for the ultimate showdown!
Right? France, Russia, Canada?"
Canada and Russia spoke first.
"I won the gold," said Russia with a small, satisfied look on his face. Canada smiled slightly, shrugging.
"I won the women gold," he replied, nodding slightly. For someone who was addicted to hockey, he took it surprisingly well. France let out a satisfied sound, attracting attention to himself.
"I 'ave decided! I would never, in my 'ole life, try to seduce…" he trailed off, letting the tension mount until America finally shouted:
"I can't take it anymore! Who is it, man?"
"Patience, git," said England calmly from France's other side, raising an eyebrow at the Frenchman and looking vaguely interested. France smirked.
"…Belarus."
"What? You would seduce Russia?"
"Why Belarus?"
"Is he crazy? What about Russia?"
"So he'd seduce Sweden too?"
The nations' voices clamored over each other, trying to make themselves heard. England leaned back in the couch, rolling his eyes and yawning slightly.
"Honestly? Belarus? What about the Russia?" he asked Francis quietly. The Frenchman smirked slightly then shrugged.
"You underestimate me, cher. You know I am the only one who can challenge you or America without much damage," he replied just as quietly. England chuckled and watched as Alan nodded at the cameraman, getting the camera to focus on him instead of on the epic battle between Prussia and America. When he had the camera's attention, he spoke over the noise.
"Right, and now our last letter for the day!
Hello all!
It's great to be finally writing to you guys. Anyways, I wanted to ask a question to all the elder siblings over here who aren't in a relationship with their younger sibling. Okay, so can you all name one awkward thing your younger sibling did when they were young? Anything works really. Thanks!
~Geronimo
Well, this was the private letter that I'd received. So, elder siblings in the room, anything awkward?"
Prussia, France, England and Russia hummed thoughtfully. Russia finally spoke first, hesitating a bit.
"Does my sister trying to molest me when she was younger count?" he asked. All the nations stared at him. "I guess it does…" he sighed as he noticed the weird looks he got. France hummed.
"Mathieu never did anyzing weird. Well…not zat weird. Ze weirdest zing 'e did was when 'e was small and he managed to put 'is 'ole foot in 'is mouth. Zen zere was also ze time when 'e grabbed me by ze leg and tossed me outside. 'e was quite strong…" reminisced France. Prussia snorted.
"Really Franny? Vell, mein bruder shoved his fingers up my nose…Vhen I vas in front of superiors too. So I guess that counts as the more awkvarder situation."
England rolled his eyes before talking.
"Well, the awkwardest thing America did me was…well…sucking my nipple when he was asleep," he admitted. There was a shocked silence and then America broke out into a flush while the elder brothers looked at England with grins.
"Aw, mutter England," cooed Prussia with a perverted wink. France laughed and leaned forward eagerly.
"Care to tell us ze 'ole situation Angleterre? I would very much like to know 'ow zis 'appened," he said with interest. Alfred was still flushing, looking like he wanted to melt through the floor. Canada was chuckling quietly and even the other Europeans seemed interested. England let a small smile flit across his face.
"It was long time ago. I was coming back from my place, and it was a stormy night. I got to Alfred's house and the maid told me he's having nightmares. So of course I go up to his room. But my clothes were dripping, so I took of my shirt, tossed it somewhere, and went to Alfred, picking him up and rocking him. And what does the little git do? He sucks on my nipple and calls me 'Mommy England'," told England. There was silence before laughter, jeering and coos from the nations assembled. Arthur simply grimaced, looking away as France nudged him and gave him a perverted wink. The Englishman ignored him and proceeded to swat him over the head too as a short revenge. Alfred had turned even brighter red and was now being pestered by Prussia who was whining about being lucky enough to do that. Canada was sort of snickering too. Alan chuckled and interrupted the conversations going on. He waved a hand to the crowd.
"As much as I love the fact that you all are enjoying yourselves, why don't we move on to our first audience member?" There were pouts in the crowd before cheering. The spotlight whizzed and twirled around before settling on a familiar face.
"Bururu! Hello again!" greeted Alan. Bururu waved and smiled before standing up and grabbing the mic.
"Hello, 'ello! So, my mum was telling me about why I should never move to England. One of those reasons is that I won't have the same rights as I do in America. And let me tell you, I think American rights are pretty awesome. USA!" England gave Alfred a glare as the American jumped up, pumping his fis into the air.
"YEAH! GO ME!" he hooted.
"Alfred do stop acting like a hooligan," sighed Arthur wearily.
"She told me that since England is so old and full of history, that everything is haunted. I'm American and terrified of ghosts. America, is there anything that I can do to get over that fear? I do believe in ghosts and stuff like that, by the way. And England, are you really that haunted? Jeezy Creezy." She shuddered. England raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Really, ghosts aren't all that scary," he scoffed. America trembled.
"Are you crazy, Artie? Those things are so freaky! And you told me that even your house is haunted!" he screeched, cowering in his seat. France and England glanced at each other then back at the American teen before snorting and chuckling. The American didn't seem to like it that much. Oh well.
"Oh! That reminds me, my favorite comedian is Eddie Izzard, and he's from England! So he was talking about the Austro-Hungarian Empire! So Austria, Hungary, and Prussia! I dare you all to fight each other to see who's the strongest! As a prize, I have captured some of Hungary's more... incriminating photos of you all. Whoever wins gets them!" Here she paused to brandish a folder in the air. "And when I mean you all, I mean you ALL. So root for whoever you want those photos in the hands of." There was a stunned silence before Prussia shrugged.
"Show the photos to whom you vant. I'm not scared," he said dismissively. Austria pondered the fact for a second before shrugging too.
"Its alright. Vat kind of pictures could she have anyvays?"
"Bad ones?" offered Bururu. There was a pause at her words before Austria sighed, straightening his cravat.
"I vill not fight. I just bought these shoes and I don't vant blood all over them," he said snootily. There was another pause before Prussia pouted.
"Aw! Specs! Are you saying you don't vant to fight vith me?" he whined. The Austrian man nodded before looking away, ignoring the further protests the Prussian put up with practiced ease. Alan sighed at the disappointed Bururu.
"Sorry. It seems like they don't want to fight. Lets go to the next person. And that it…Izzeay!"
"Hey guys!" said Izzeay excitedly, waving and jumping. All the nations greeted her in return. She smiled and then produced a bird, showing it to all of them. "Woo! It's me again! And I managed to smuggle my bird past the security guards! She's a big fan of yours, and she wanted to ask some questions! Go on Bibi!" The cockatiel squawked before speaking. "Prrrrusia! Make my birdie babies!" the Prussian looked a bit creeped out at that prospect and he nervously shook his head. The bird looked a bit put out. "Italy! Pasta, Macaroni? Linguini? Tortellini? Tortellini? Angel hair?" Italy ve-ed at the fact that they all were pasta names and bounced excitedly, blabbering on a mile a minute about the different types of pasta. Bibi gave a satisfied look before squawking again. "England sucks! Russia shall become one with Belarus! That is all!"
England and Russia looked understandably irritated and worried respectively. Izzeay beamed and sat down with her bird again, while Alan made a creeped out face before gesturing for the light man to man the lights whizz around. The light settled on another familiar face.
"TearsHiddenInTheRain!" he greeted flamboyantly. The girl waved back timidly and spoke into the mic.
"Hello again. Um, it's great to see you all. My first question is to France. France, how many nations have you been together with and who are they?" she asked. There was an expectant look that everyone shot the Frenchman. Said Frenchman hummed thoughtfully, adopting an 'I'm-thinking' pose.
"Let's see. I'll count wiz who I 'ave not been. Zere's Autralie, Nouveau Zealande, Canada, Autriche, Amerique, Allemagne, Italie, Belaruse…et je pense c'est tout," he said. England rolled his eyes.
"Tu as oublie mes frères, Gavyn et Faolan," he said in French, momentarily surprising the nations who didn't know he could speak French. Francis, on the other had, hummed again.
"Oui. Et Gavyn et Faolan."
"Um…which countries did you just say you had not been with?" asked TearsHiddenInTheRain. France gave her an apologetic look before repeating in English.
"I 'ave not been wiz Australia, New Zealand, Canada, America, Germany, ze Italy brozers, Belarus and England's brozers Wales and Ireland," he explained. There were 'ohhs' in the crowd as everyone nodded. Then realization struck and many people were screeching questions about the Frenchman's sexual tendencies. Arthur and Gilbert were the only ones who remained even a bit sane. When they all finally calmed down, TearsHiddenInTheRain decided to ask her next question.
"Right, you're a pervert. Um, next question to England. England, did you really want to burn Joan of Arc?"
"It's Jeanne d'Arc," Arthur and Francis chorused, both their voices suddenly tense and both avoiding each other's gaze. Arthur glanced at the camera then at France before clearing his throat.
"It was necessary. It wasn't my decision to make, and if it was then I wouldn't have allowed it," he said stiffly. The answer sounded well rehearsed. So did the answer the long-haired blond gave.
"Of course you didn't. You didn't even try to 'elp."
"I wanted to, but I couldn't argue with my leader."
"Zat's what you always say. She was young!"
"She was. I couldn't do anything to help."
"You could 'ave released 'er!"
"I couldn't do anything."
"Je voulais te tuer." [I want to kill you]
"D'accord. Fait qu'est-ce que tu veux." [Okay. Do what you want]
"Je te deteste." [I hate you]
"Je sais." [I know]
There was a short silence before France uttered something.
"Je deteste comment tu est pure. Je sais que ce n'etait pas ta faute." [I hate how you're innocent. I know it's not your fault]
"I know," England switched to English, looking away and sighing before turning his gaze back to his French lover. "And I apologize a thousand times. I hadn't meant for it to happen."
"Je sais. I know." There were coos and swoons as France leaned forward and kissed the Brit softly. Alfred and Matthew made faces, mumbling something about not wanting to witness any more of their parents' love lives. Something about 'too much sex' and too much 'making out'. The two blond nations broke apart and smiled slightly at each other before turning their attention back to the audience where TearsHiddenInTheRain smiled and sat down. Alan sniffed and faked wiping away tears.
"Well, wasn't that just emotional?" he asked the crowd. The crowd nodded enthusiastically. "But now we have to move onto our next audience member. We have…" The lights zoomed around before settling on a girl who looked a lot like a female version of Romano and Russia mixed together. When she noticed she had been called upon she jumped up, waving enthusiastically and grabbed the mic.
"Hey! Its me, AshMeowsYaoi!" she said. All the nations nodded as they realized who she was, smiling and waving back. The girl beamed at them. "First, America and Canada, I want you both to be a couple! So, Alfred, what are the top 3 things you love about Canada?" Alfred beamed back at the girl, glancing over at his flushed brother before back at the audience.
"Well, first of all he's really sweet. Don't you all think so?"
There was a chorus of agreements from the fangirls and fanboys there, (including a nosebleeding Hungary who was waiting for them to have spontaneous-nose-bleed-inducing sex in front of everyone).
"Second of all, his eyes are really pretty."
England scoffed. Pretty eyes? 'Pretty'? Honestly, could that boy make words more vague? France scoffed too. 'is eyes are not pretty, zey are called sexy…like mine! America seemed a bit troubled by their scoffs but he persisted.
"And he's also really hot…when he wants to be. Like when he plays hockey." Arthur and Francs gave him slightly disturbed looks. Japan smiled lightly.
AshMeowsYaoi squealed before turning to Canada.
"Canada, do you like geography?"
The Canadian man paused before speaking uncomfortably.
"Geography of a country is their bodies. It gets uncomfortable at times," he admitted.
"Well, according to the maps, Canada's on top of America. So if you and your brother engaged in…activities…would you be on top or prefer to bottom?" she asked with a cheeky wink. France and England choked, looking like they both didn't want to know the answer to that question. The Canadian man stammered something in French, looking at his 'parents' for help. They both shrugged, France grinning pervertedly before he announced:
"Mon fils would never bottom! 'e 'as French blood in 'im."
"Frog, you have French blood too, I don't see you complaining about yesterday."
"Hmm, hier was different."
"Of course it was."
America and Canada were eying each other, both mentally fighting about who would be on top (if it ever happened).
"I would be on top! I'm the hero!" announced America. His brother scoffed.
"I'm the one who has French in him, Al. You probably wouldn't even know what to do."
"I so do know what to do!"
While they broke out into angry bickering, Alan gestured for AshMeowsYaoi to sit down and waved his hand for the next person to be chosen. The lights whizzed and whirled before settling on another familiar face.
"BritishEnglishFTW!" chorused everyone, Britain greeting her with a smile. She smiled and waved back.
"Ni hao ma? I'm learning Mandarin! However, I'm having second thoughts. I only took it because my parent's wanted me to and that it's my heritage. But here were the four languages I had to choose from: French, Mandarin, Latin, and Spanish. I had a hard time choosing between Mandarin and French. And now that I'm actually interested in French, it's too late! Oh my God... did I make the right choice?"
France snorted.
"Cherie, you obviously did not make ze right choice! Why didn't you take French? Ma langue is tres belle!"
"Chinese isn't all that bad," interrupted Russia, glaring a bit at the Frenchman. Said Frenchman just rolled his eyes.
"I've got ze language of amour. Its so much more beautiful. Plus, if you want to seduce anyone, French is a better option to use," he shot back. England looked a bit queasy now.
"I doubt she wants to seduce anyone, frog. Now let her talk." BritishEnglishFTW smiled thankfully and continued.
"I knew I should have taken it. Oh well, too late now. Anyways, I have tons of heritages, so let me lay it all out: Chinese, British, Irish, Scottish, Ukrainian, Hungarian, and (North) Italian. There! All done. Nobody can ever remember. And also, I would love a tour! My parents told me about their travels. My mother went to France, and my father... took a tour across Europe. I was so depressed. He and his sister went to... can we get a drumroll here?" -There was a drumroll for her- "... Hungary, Austria, England, France, Germany, and Italy!" The nations got slightly impressed looks on their faces while America pouted.
"Hey he didn't come to visit the hero!" he whined. Everyone ignored him.
"It's not fair! Not fair goddammit! Anyways, are all of your home lands that beautiful? Thank you. Waaaah, can you cheer me up?"
Each country murmured sympathetic words, launching into descriptions of their own homelands and what to look for when visiting them. France was in the process of describing the Inverted Pyramid at the Louvre when England interrupted him with a hit to the head.
"Don't make her feel bad, twat! Don't worry BritishEnglishFTW, I can try sending you tickets to visit my homeland. Well, if you want to of course."
The girl immediately brightened and nodded enthusiastically before sitting down as Alan waited for the next person to be called up.
"UnstableFable!" announced the blond host, smiling and tossing her the mic. She caught it and grinned at the nations.
"Hey guys! Um, sorry about that last letter… though I would appreciate it if these Belarus post men would stop giving me all of these letter," here she paused to half glare and half scowl at Russia, smirking slightly as England gave her an approving nod. "Anyway, my question for today is...well to be honest it's more like a rant. Why the hell is Prussia not in the goddamn dictionary? Seriously, the online spell checker always says the word does not exists...seriously? What the hell!"
Prussia gasped, jumping up.
"VAT? THE AWESOME ME IS NOT IN THE DICTIONARY? HOW DARE THEY!"
UnstableFablenodded along enthusiastically.
"And another thing, poor Canada is always forgotten in my history class! The only time he is mentioned is when my county's people immigrated to Canada due to our bad economy way back around the 1900's...not cool…Especially since he is the cutest..."
Canada flushed a bit and looked away, giving the girl an embarrassed smile before studying his hands. Prussia was still grumbling about his not being in the dictionary to really notice anything else. Alan smiled thankfully at UnstableFable before waving for the last audience member. The Scottish girl sat down and the light whizzed around a final time before settling on chipsivanna. The last member stood up and bounced, excitedly waving and grabbing the mic.
"Hey! It's chipsivanna again!" she greeted. There were murmurs of greetings from the nations. She smiled brightly. "So, from our last episode? I laughed really hard at screaming moms," she admitted with a grin. England huffed and looked away with crossed arms. Canada snickered. "But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I've got a question for Italy. Italy, what do you think about your brother being paired with Spain?"
"Ve, Fratello and big brother Spain? I think they make a cute couple! They're the bestest ever!" he cheered, waving his arms around. Germany had something of a grimace on his face. Everyone was staring at the Italian man as he jumped around happily before he sat down again. Chipsivanna smiled slightly before turning back to Canada.
"Same rules as last time. I'll start. Van Gogh?"
"Starry Night."
"Grandmas?"
"Cats."
"Swords?"
"Rapiers."
"Football soccer?"
"FIFA."
"Barf?"
"Green."
"Flowers?"
"France."
"Socks?"
"Stinky."
"Glasses?"
"Texas."
"Water?"
"Pirate."
"Candies?"
"Child."
"Cup of dirt?"
"Worm spaghetti."
"Coffee?"
"American."
"Raspberry?"
"Favorite."
"School?"
"Uniforms."
"Doors?"
"Revolving."
"Nyan-cat?"
"What?"
"Charlie the Unicorn?"
"England, definitely."
"Microwaves?"
"Burnt food."
"Towels?"
"Baths."
"Beans?"
"Kidneys."
"Mirrors?"
"Alfred."
"Magazines?"
"Teenage human girls."
"Apollo 18?"
"Tony."
"History Channel?"
"Lives of nations."
"Juarez?"
"Mexico."
Chipsivanna beamed and sat down as the nations broke out into talking.
"Thanks for being with us this night again, folks! Have a good night and see you tomorrow, same time, same place!" shouted Alan to the crowd, listening to the jazzy end music before sighing with relief as the crowd shuffled away. He stepped off stage and bounced away to his rooms. Best to enjoy it while he could. Hungary joined him.
"So, are you hosting next season?"
"I don't know, but I'm hoping to."
"Well, I wish I could too. Oh well."
"Would you rike to watch a firm? It's some new yaoi-"
"Speak no more, Kiku! We shall watch it at once! Isn't that right Alan?"
"Totally! But this time in my room. I don't want France and England accidentally falling into your room as they make out again."
Well? Sorry for the long update. ;A; Sorry! Please review!
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