Hey guys! Sorry for the late update! Thanks for all the reviews! Thanks to CG50, IcarusWing, yaoilover4lyfe, Geronimo, Bururu, Izzeay, TearsHiddenInTheRain, AshMeowsYaoi, BritishEnglishFTW, UnstableFable and chipsivanna. That being said, here's the next chapter! Second-to-last as I'm sure you all remember. I'm so sad I'm reaching the end. Poor Alan. I'm thinking of changing him for a girl. Tell me what you think of that. Or him and a girl hosting the next show. What do you guys think? Anyways, next chapter. Enjoy.
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P.S. Watch out for chapter 11. I'll be posting every single person's name who reviewed, favorited or alerted ^^
P.P.S. Wait for chapter 12. I'm thinking of posting an extra chapter (no questions though) which shows the various countries returning home after the show. Or some scenes which no one should have witnessed that occurred during the show
Alan smiled wearily as he took a sip of his coffee before stepping onto the stage. He hummed and gave the coffee mug to someone to take away before straightening his suit and running a hand through his hair. A woman came over to touch up the light make-up he had on.
"Airing in 3!" called a voice.
There was jazzy music as the three minutes flew by. The lights whizzed and Alan Baker straightened, grinning widely at the crowd.
"Hello ladies and gents! Welcome once again to Hidden Secrets, where you get to question the nations you want!"
The crowd went wild and cheered, waving their hands and jumping up and down. Alan grinned and sat down in his usual seat opposite the nations. There was a conspicuous gap in the seating arrangement. The Hungarian man frowned, tilting his head to one side as his gaze flicked over all the people present. Then:
"Where are Prussia and Austria?"
Nations glanced with surprise at the empty spots. France had a knowing smirk on his face, Japan was flushed slightly and somewhere in the crowd, Hungary was grinning widely. Alan caught the implications and blinked before letting a small smirk take over his face. On that note, the two 'missing' nations stumbled into the spotlight, both flushed slightly but Austria looking completely normal. Prussia, on the other hand, was a bit ruffled, his clothes rumpled and looking messy. The albino man grinned and took his seat, slouching into it with a lecherous grin directed at his French friend. France laughed his usual perverted laugh and England shifted closer to Francis with a suspicious glance at Prussia.
"Sorry ve are late. Ve vere a bit…busy," apologized Roderich, looking a bit apologetic as he cast the nations sorry looks. All of them nodded in understanding, excluding the Frenchman who was busy giving his albino friend perverted looks. They were probably communicating what happened telepathically. Yeah, by this point they could do that. Alan cleared his throat.
"Right. Well, now that everyone's here, lets get started with our first letter. Here it is!
This time, I, the Awesome Riley, am only sending a letter because I tried to sneak my dog and dead rabbit in but I was kicked out and had to settle for a letter. Well, I have questions for Russia, America, and Canada.
Russia - Can you send me Belarus? She is one of my favorite nations 'cause she is so pretty
America and Canada - After you read the names of the band, tell me your thoughts on the band, okay?
Three Days Grace
Breaking Benjamin
Kerli
Heather Dale
Alesana
My Chemical Romance
The Used
Every single fecking Vocaloid
Every song by Mothy
Thank you,
Love,
Riley
Well?"
The nations in question hummed thoughtfully. Well, at least Russia did. Canada was getting used to this random-word-random-reply thing.
"Okay. You can take Belarus from me, da? I'll give her away happily," said the Russian with a relieved look on his face. (Somewhere in Belarus, Belarus was glaring at the television, an evil look on her face and a steak knife in hand raised threateningly at the screen.) Russia suddenly shuddered, feeling as if his sister was watching him. Which was crazy. She had better things to do than watch him…right? America and Canada also flinched, along with most of the other nations, as they felt Belarus' evil aura. Even though she was so far away. It was that creepy. The American teen did a weak heroic laugh.
"Right. What were the words again? Can you read them out A-dawg?"
Alan raised an eyebrow at the nickname, grimaced, then read out the first word.
"Three Days Grace," he said in a ridiculously slow voice.
"Grunge!" said America immediately. Canada glared lightly at him.
"One-X," replied the Canadian man with a small grin. America raised his eyebrows and was about to ask what that meant when 'A-dawg' decided to continue.
"Breaking Benjamin."
"Awesome!" shouted Alfred, pumping his fist in the air. Matthew, on the other hand, snorted.
"Boring."
"Kerli," said Alan clearly, ignoring both of them.
"Colorful," shuddered America, remembering the time he saw her live performance of 'Supergirl'.
"Estonia," mumbled Canada.
"Heather Dale?"
"Too slow," said America immediately. He got glares from Arthur and Matthew.
"A bard," said Matthew with a grin.
"Alesana?"
"Tattoos."
"Baltimore."
"Hmmm, My Chemical Romance?"
"Emo," said Alfred promptly.
"Punk," replied Canada.
"The Used?"
"Weird."
"Creepy."
"Vocaloid?"
"Japan!"
"Strange…"
"And lastly, every song by Monty?"
"Stupid and British."
"Brilliant!"
England glared at America and the American teen glared right back before Alan attracted attention towards himself.
"Guys, it's the second-last episode. The least you could do is stay on topic. Anyways, our next letter. Ahem.
Hi there,
TheQuestionThatRemains here,
Sorry that I couldn't be on the show, I have school . Canada, just wanted to say that if I was ever forced to live outside of the Netherlands I would totally choose Canada to live! (Because of these facts; English-speaking {Je parle un peu français mais je parle mieux l'anglais.}, gay-marriage, great health care and amazing forests.)
My question is to Feliciano! How do you feel about being the country where the mafia comes from?
Bye TheQuestionThatRemains
Well Italy?"
The Italian man blinked and tilted his head to one side as he thought.
"Ve. I usually let fratello take care of all the mafia business. They're scary," he shivered, moving to sit closer to Germany. The blond flushed slightly and cleared his throat, looking away. Feliciano didn't notice and he shuddered again as the image of his brother dressed up in dark styled clothes with a gun in hand came to his mind. Romano could be scary when he wanted to. The Hungarian host raised an eyebrow at the shudders and then cleared his throat, frowning slightly as he decided on te next letter.
"Right. Ahem. Next letter!
Hi everyone, Lynnee here, I have a few questions.
England, what do you think about the Independence Referendum? I'm Scottish, and I have mixed feelings. I was just wondering about the opinion on the other side of the fence.
Russia, during the 1917 revolution, were you red or white? It must have been hard to choose a side. Also, why is your language and writing so hard to learn? I really am trying, but it's so difficult!
America, why are you and your people so damn obnoxious? When I first met an American, I was determined to keep an open mind, but they proved me wrong, and kept on it! I'm not being racist - you just all seem so loud!
Italy - PASTAA
France, really, you have the best food. Sorry England.
Lastly, you all rock. 'Specially you, Canada. ;-)
-Lynnee
P.S. No, I didn't forget the awesome. PRUSSIA 3"
France beamed at the camera, along with Italy and Prussia, and blew kisses to the camera, shouting French stuff like 'merci Cherie!' and 'je t'aime!'
England spoke first, letting out a weary sigh and running a hand through his hair before he spoke properly.
"Ah, the referendum. Allistor really wants to do this. I don't know. I have no feelings on this. Personally, I think he shouldn't become independent, but he's older than me. He can do whatever he wants. I would prefer it if he didn't try going all independent. We all know how Fianna turned out. I just hope Allistor doesn't become like her," he completed. Everyone who didn't know his family raised their eyebrows. "Ah, Fianna is my sister, Republic of Ireland. Allistor is Scotland. Gavyn is Wales and Faolan is Northern Ireland," he explained. There were oh's of comprehension before Alfred frowned thoughtfully.
"What happened to Fianna?"
"Oh. You don't want to know. Trust me," mumbled England, grimacing. That was enough to shut everyone up while they racked their brains for the Brit's history. Unfortunately for them, not many people could remember his history since they rarely had time for learning his history. Well, except France. But then again, France grew up with him, so the pretty much shared all their history. And Prussia. He knew quite a lot too. France rolled his eyes at his lover's melodrama.
"Ignore 'im. Nozing bad 'appened to 'er."
"Right. Um, Russia, why don't you answer the question?" offered Alan. The Russian man shrugged as he reviewed the question.
"I didn't choose. I just let them fight it out," he said cheerily. If there was one thing that no nation asked the other, it was civil wars. Those were private businesses and usually ended up scarring many nations. So it was a no-no between the nations. However, hearing about this, everyone wanted to know more about the Russian man. But he didn't say anything else, simply smiling at the camera (and successfully scaring the cameraman). England cleared his throat in a bid to clear awkwardness, and elbowed America. He jumped then realized he should answer the question too and snorted.
"We are not loud!" he said loudly, crossing his arms and pouting. England rolled his eyes.
"Could have fooled me," he grumbled. The American looked at his ex-guardian and pouted even more.
"I am not loud! Tell 'em that Mattie!"
Canada squirmed uncomfortably in his chair and then shrugged.
"Sorry Al, but you are loud."
"TRAITOR!"
While both the brothers got into an argument, everyone else sighed and/or face-palmed. Alan decided the show needed to be continued and picked up the next letter.
"Right. And this is our next letter.
Hello again
England: I still think you should consider the class. There's always room for improvement.
Russia: Don't knock it till you try it.
Well, my question is for France today. As for your list of nations you haven't slept with, I noticed that Sealand wasn't on it. Could you please tell us about that experience? And England, how do you feel about this?
Ica-chan
Well guys?"
England and Russia both gave offended looks to the camera and looked away. Then England's attention turned to Francis and he raised an eyebrow.
"Please tell me you weren't with Sealand."
"Cher! I may like spreading l'amour but I would never molest children! Zat is somezing Espagne would do. Desolé Espagne. Micro-nations and ze children are left out of ze list," France said, crossing his arms. Arthur sighed and leaned back. At the talk of micro-nations, Prussia suddenly sat up.
"Did anyone see Kugelmugel? Doesn't he look like me?" he suddenly said. Francis nodded while Austria flushed. "Kesesesesese! He's like Austria and my love child or something!" he exclaimed with a grin. The Austrian man promptly hit him on the head while Japan secretly pressed a tissue to his nose. Baker looked a bit confused until a picture was passed to him. He studied the picture and let a small smirk take over his lips before schooling his features into indifference and then clearing his throat.
"Now, if I may have all you attentions. I'm going to read the next letter.
England: Okay, a deal: Mags (Madagascar) get's to go out with America and I'll eat your scones. Happy? Cause strangely, I can cook good food, but like your cooking for a strange reason I can't answer...
Madagascar: Um... Thanks America... *Cheeks turn rose red, looks away shyly.* And England and France, you guys tried to colonize the hell out of me and yes you did France, but I like America no matter what. So either shut up or I'll seriously use you guys for target practice. Besides, America is sweet and lovable to me. Russia, don't threaten America. Prussia, you asked for it...
CG50: 3.-
Madagascar: Okay CG50, That's enough.
CG50: ... Fine...
Sudan: Aw My little sister. She's growing up. *Smiles.*
Madagascar: Sudan! Well you like Egypt even though you guys were forced to divorce cause you wanted your independence! And yeah... America is sexy and hot to me, okay? He also is NOT an idiot. You do not understand how much he helped me after Cyclone Giovanna... *Shivers.* And Cyclone Irina... *Shivers more.* Oh the pain of more than 65 people dying because of a cyclone... *Falls to her knees and begins crying.*
CG50: Mags, don't cry and sorry bout this guys! But Cyclone Giovanna... Search that up. I do not want to explain to you. WAY to much. So... 再見!
From,
CG50
England?"
England rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Take him away. France and I are too old to be babysitting him anyways," he sighed, waving a hand dismissively. Alfred gave an offended look.
"What? Just like that? Dude, Artie, aren't you supposed to go all bat-shit-crazy-mother-hen on Madagascar and try to protect me?" he whined. The Englishman groaned, glaring at the American teen.
"First of all, why am I the mother? And second, you're old enough. Isn't that what you wanted me to recognize all those years ago? I'm sure you can protect yourself from anything," he growled. France grinned at his lover and nuzzled his cheek, cooing.
"You are so mignon, cher. And I'm glad you finally see 'ow much 'e 'as grown."
"Shut it, frog."
Alan raised an eyebrow then raised a piece of paper.
"Now, now, girls. No fighting! I'll read out the next letter."
He tactfully ignored England's outraged snarl and the others' glares.
"Ahem. Our last letter for the day!
I have some questions!
America: what do think of the band Skillet?
England: what gave you the most pride ever in your life?
Japan: *hands tissue box* who does your favorite yaoi star?
That is all for now!
From,
Breaking-Benjamin-rules
Answers, my dear nations?"
America was the first to answer. He furrowed his eyebrow slightly before grinning.
"It's a pretty good band, brah! I love their song 'Collide'!" he said excitedly. England raised an eyebrow.
"Did you just call him 'bra'?"
"No! I called him 'brah'. What's wrong with that anyways? France says it too."
"No, he says 'bras' which means 'arms' in French. Honestly, Alfred."
Then France prodded England and the Englishman remembered the question directed to him. He thought back, humming as he mused over everything that had happened until now in his long history of existence.
"Something that made me proud, eh? Let's see…" he trailed off, thinking hard. After some time a brief smile flickered over his face. "Defeating Spain's Armada made me very proud. Taking over so much of the world made me proud. The fact that everyone knows my language makes me proud," he said, thinking again. Some of the nations were grumbling to themselves. He thought again and then a small, more genuine smile came over his lips. "Kyle, Airini, Matthew, Alfred, Karou and all my other colonies becoming independent nations makes me proud too. But, some of them are worse than others…like America. I have no idea why he fights with my brother all the time," he sniffed. The blond host furrowed his eyebrows then hesitantly spoke.
"Could you please name all the countries you just said? I don't really know them…" he said. England blinked and then nodded.
"Kyle is Australia, Airini is New Zealand and Karou is Hong Kong. And America seems to hate Australia for some strange reason. I never understood why. Kyle is a perfect gentleman."
"Pssh! Gentleman my ass! That dude just wants to argue with me! I swear, he wants to secretly slip a knife between my ribs!"
"Don't be so melodramatic, Alfred. Kyle would never do something like that," replied England hotly, giving a glare at his ex-colony. The American pouted, seemingly confirmed about the fact that the Australian man wanted to kill him. England gave up on trying to convince him otherwise.
Then everyone's attention was drawn to japan who was blushing. He took a tissue that was offered to him, pressing it against his nose before something could happen.
"My favorite yaoi would definitery star France-san and Engrand-san. They both are very tarented and have a rot of experience, so I expect they must be very kinky and have lots of new positions. I arso heard that England-san has the Kamasutra memorized, though I don't know if that one is true."
Everyone's attention was directed to the flushing Englishman who was looking anywhere but at the present people. Alfred and Matthew looked pale, as if they didn't really want to know what had been told to them. Well, considering the fact that they counted the two European men as their parents, it was quite expected. Unexpectedly, it was Austria who called the attention away with a clearing of his throat and a pointed glare towards the Hungarian host. Alan spoke hurriedly.
"Right. U-um, our first audience member of the night!" he said with as much energy as he could force. The lights whizzed around before settling on a familiar girl.
"Ah, good to see you again Bururu!"
The brunette gave the nations a depressed look.
"Hi guys-" here she paused to sigh before continuing. "-We had our 'America' concert… And everyone said we sucked!" She burst into tears, alarming quite a few audience members near her and most of the older nations (to whom she was a child and reminded them of when they took care of colonies). "Even the teacher said we sucked! In a n-nicer way of course, but still!" She sobbed a bit more. "AUSTRIA! FORGIVE ME! I HAVE BUTCHERED THE BEAUTY OF MUSIC!"
The Austrian man gave her a slightly panicked look.
"I'm sure you veren't bad," he comforted. That made the girl's tears slow down a bit before an evil smirk slowly took over her features.
"Oh…and I showed the pictures ot everyone. Prussia, Austria, everyone's talking about you guys. And Austria…I never expected you to be so kinky." Roderich, the poor man, flushed brightly, avoiding all the curious gazes he got and Gilbert's grin.
"And Prussia, I can't believe you deflowered Cana-"
At that instant, two things happened. One, a brunette jumped up next to Bururu, clamping a hand over her mouth. And the other was that France jumped up with a glare, shouting French threats at Prussia while clutching Canada protectively to his chest. America seemed quite angry too, along with England. Russia chipped in a threat or two too. Germany was sighing as he tried to act like he didn't know the albino hiding behind him. Austria had rolled his eyes and moved away from the danger, taking a seat beside the calm japan and sighing. Alan strove to get the nations under control, not succeeding until he brought out a random vuvuzela and pressed down. The resulting honk was enough to scare everyone into order. Once everyone was in order, they looked towards the two brunettes off stage, the new one growling something that sounded like 'What have I told you about perverted frenchiness?' When she felt the gazes on her she flushed slightly before releasing Bururu's mouth, grinning sheepishly.
"Hi guys. I'm Bururu's friend. Um, I wanted to ask a question through her."
"Shoot," grumbled Bururu, sounding rather disgruntled as she huffed and crossed her arms.
"France, what made you a perv? You've corrupted my friend here!" she said. The Frenchman took on an offended look and huffed before pouting.
"Its not pervertedness! C'est l'amour, Cherie! And you cannot stop ze power of l'amour!" he said passionately. England rolled his eyes. "And amour can come whenever it wants! And you should not ignore its calls, whezer its next to your children or not!" That instantly turned the Englishman an interesting shade of red. Everyone looked at him curiously as he smacked the longhaired blond's head.
"You said you wouldn't mention that!" he hissed.
"Desolé, cher! I forgot!"
America and Canada decided they would rather remain unknown to what had happened.
"Right. Um, any other question?" asked Alan hurriedly. Apparently he was in the same mind as the American and Canadian. Both the brunettes in the audience shook their heads as they took their seats. The lights whirled around again before settling on another familiar face.
"UnstableFable!"
The Scottish girl stood up with a grin, waving before clearing her throat. England had brightened quite noticeably to see her again.
"Good evening gentlemen and Hungary, how are you all today?" There was a smattering of replies to her question, ranging from 'okay' to 'comme-ci, comme-ça'. The girl took the answers in stride before turning to Germany as she began speaking again.
"Anyway, today I thought I would ask Germany a question if you don't mind for a change. Recently In history we have been looking at 'Scotland and the road to war', and being the dork I am, scared my classmates whenever I saw the word 'Prussia' in the book. Anyways, I was looking on the internet and I was shocked how the Berlin wall didn't get taken down till...well recently to me. So my question is Germany, when the wall was taken down how did you react? I understand you most likely find your brother annoying but...you must of been there right? When the wall was broken to meet Prussia again."
There was a small silence as the all thought back to that time…well more specifically Germany and Prussia thought back to that time. Both had grimaces on their faces. [A/N: I'm going to be writing a more detailed chapter of this in my story 'Prussia's Baby Brother'. But that's later on.] There was a short silence before the German man sighed.
"The Berlin vall vas a…painful time for us," he began. All the nations looked at him eagerly as they waited for the story. "Mein bruder and I vere separated for the longest time. I hadn't been separated from him for so long. But as it vere, bruder vas on the other side, and sometimes, if I vas lucky, I could hear him. But it vas never pleasant. It vas usually sounds of torture and pain. Austria and Hungary usually met vith me, tried to comfort me, but it didn't vork. I vas young at that time, and vorried for mein bruder. I vill admit, there vere times vhen I vould almost give up hope on getting bruder back. But then…I heard him playing his flute once. It vas late, and all I heard vas his flute. And then his call of my name. I remember I spent the night there, just sitting near the vall vhere I had heard him. But then I vas taken back home. And then the vall vas broken down. I vas helping to break down the vall. And then it tumbled. Ve had broken it. Everyone vas surging around. The wessis vere excited to see us, and there vas a lot of dancing and rejoicing. But the problem vas that I couldn't find mein bruder anyvhere. I pushed through the crowds, but I couldn't find him. And then I spotted his vhite hair and he vas rushing to me, checking me over. It vas so typical of him. He vas bruised and bleeding and he vas asking if I vas alright or hurt. He didn't even notice all the blood until I mentioned it, and even then he ignored it. He just hugged me. I don't remember how long I stood there vith him. It van only vhen Roderich came to search for us that I moved. Bruder and I didn't sleep that night. Ve just sat together the whole night. Just talking and looking it each toehr. It vas hard to believe ve vere back together. I vas relieved to finally have bruder back vith me. And I think he vas the same." There was silence as he finished his story, staring at his brother with a small sad smile. Gilbert was watching him too, a hazy look in his eyes as he brought himself to the present, looking away and discreetly sniffing.
"It vas good ve destroyed the vall. you might've gotten hurt if it had stayed up any longer," remarked the Prussian. Germany raised his eyebrows.
"Bruder, you vere the one who vas dying."
"I vould've survived. I vould be fine. You, however, vere the more important one."
All the older nations knew the statement. They'd used that some times too, when talking to younger sibling who had loved them unconditionally. If they were lucky, they could still use the statement, though not many had the opportunity to anymore.
Alan broke the sentimental atmosphere by discreetly wiping his eyes and clapping slowly. The audience followed, breaking into a huge round of applause, which attracted every nation's gaze towards them. UnstableFable had taken a seat.
"That was brilliant! But now, our next member! Who is…" He paused as he waited for the light to complete its strange journey. It lit up the face of a familiar girl. "BritishEnglishFTW!"
The Asian girl smiled and waved, her smile fading once she was done and a depressed look also settling on her face. England's own smile faded slightly, along with a few other nations' ones as they waited for the news she was going to give them.
"H-hi... my parents gave me a very low insult the other day. I decided to try out baking rolls for them, but something went wrong and one fourth of the batch was undercooked. You know what my father and mother told me? They told me that it was my British heritage shining through. Told me it was... It was... IT WAS AS GOOD AS BRITISH FOOD!" There was sharp gasp and then a growl from England at the thought of his food being insulted. He took on the look of someone who was deciding what curse to put on someone. BritishEnglishFTW wailed.
"How could they? I love British cooking a lot, but still...ils n'ont pas besoin d'être si dure! J'ai pleuré. Vous comprenez comment faible d'une insulte c'était, oui France? Je vous remercie ... Oops. I'm getting French lessons from my friend, but I'm terrible at them. So many weird sounds...so... many..." She produced a thick French-to-English dictionary and proceeded to chuck it at the Frenchman. He skillfully dodged it, huffing and raising an eyebrow at the girl.
"SO MANY DAMN SOUNDS! English is so much better than French, RIGHT England, America? I'll even settle for stereotypical hillbilly American English over that monstrosity you call "consonants" and "vowels"! British English for the WIN! GO ENGLAND!"
France pouted.
"Français is a beautiful language! Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean its bad!" he protested. England turned to raise an eyebrow.
"Francis, French is unnecessarily hard! And why do you make all those weird sounds with your nose and throat anyways?"
"Cher, I can make a grocery list sound sexy," stated France matter-of-factly. There was a murmur of agreement from some countries on that. Even England agreed, though very reluctantly.
"But women love English accents more," said the Englishman. He got a glare from France.
"Non. Who told you zat? Do you want to try it out? We can do it tonight at a bar. Your choice."
"Fine. We'll see me win, frog."
"I will be ze one winning, rosbif. Till tonight."
They both shook hands and then noticed BritishEnglishFTW shouting something about Prussia being awesomer than French as she stomped away. France returned to his sulking. Alan rolled his eyes before nodding.
"And now our last member!"
The light landed on a girl. Well, four girls to be more precise. A seven year old girl took the mic, smiling nervously.
"Hello. I'm Antarctica. Um, I'll introduce you to the actual triplets. Um, this is Yumi."
Yumi giggled and curtsied.
"Well, that ruined the first entrance, but hi! Pleasure to meet you!"
"I'm Yuki. Konichiwa!" greeted the second girl. The last girl sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I'm Ryuu. Allo."
All the nations waved at the new people they just met, smiling friendly. Well, everyone except Germany. His smile was just scary.
"Um, so we've got a couple of questions," said Antarctica, shuffling and letting Yumi step forward. The girl grinned.
"Right! Well, I wanna ask first. So, England, you've seen the 2Ps right?"
The Englishman nodded.
"You saw your own, right?"
"Yes."
"Did you find it funny that he bakes cupcakes while you bake scones?"
"No. It isn't really that funny. I don't really like my 2P self. Too gullible and trusting," humphed the Englishman. The others raised an eyebrow but allowed the girls to continue their questioning.
"Italy, have you ever gone mafia on someone because they pissed you off?" asked Yuki. The Italian looked a bit shocked.
"Ve! That's a bit mean, don't you think? I have fratello for fighting if I need it. no one messes with fratello when he's in mafia mode. Not even big brother Spain," he said happily, giving a bright smile to the girl. The last to speak was Antarctica herself.
"And Canada, what does 'kinky' mean? No on ever tells me," said the girl mournfully. The Canadian looked around for help before looking down at the girl and swallowing.
"Um, I don't think you're old enough-"
"That's what everyone says! Don't patronize me!"
"Well, I really don't know how to explain it. it's when…someone is kind of messed up, but in a good way."
"Like Ryuu? She's pretty crazy, but in a good way."
"Hey! I'm not crazy! Just because I 'ave French blood does not mean I'm kinky!"
Matthew flushed and looked away, giving a pleading glance to Alan. He caught the look, smiled slightly and turned to the girls.
"Ah, unfortunately our time today is up. Sit down girls. We hope you all come next episode, our final one. Thank you all for watching, see you same time, same place, next week! Goodnight folks!"
The closing theme of 'Hidden Secrets' played and the lights dimmed as the nations all sighed and milled around. They were looking a bit upset at the fact that the show was going to be over. Well, everyone except France and England. They both were putting on their coats.
"Ready to lose, frog?"
"Bring it on, rosbif."
Well? How was it? please write more letters and audience questions! The next chapter will be the final! ^^ I had a great time with you guys and I'll sorely miss you if you decide not to come in the next season! Bye!
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