Hey guys! The final chapter! THE FINAL CHAPTER. You have no idea how depressed I am to be here. Ah, this is it. The finale. Well, we've got an extra one that I might do, but still. Ah well, it's been a great journey with you guys. I loved it and so did Alan. The next season I'll be doing will probably be posted under Spain and S. Italy, but I don't know. I might even do it under no character. But you can find the link through my profile. Anyways, enough about the future and lets return to the present.
Thank you Riley, TheQuestionThatRemains, Lynnee, IcarusWing, CG50, Breaking-Benjamin-Rules, Bururu, UnstableFable, BritishEnglishFTW, and DeadlyNightmareTrio13. You guys are awesome!
Ahem, it's been an awesome time and this is the last episode. Well, enjoy. I'm making everyone this time an audience member. It's the least I can do. I will describe some of you since you haven't given me descriptions. To be fair, I never warned you of this. Oh, and if I get your gender wrong, I apologize.
Sorry for the long Author's Note. Enjoy the last chapter.
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There was a thunderous silence on the stage, accompanied by an enigmatic darkness. Everyone was quiet as they looked at the stage eagerly. There was more silence and then a slow version of the main theme sang out, and slowly, the lights turned on. On stage, was Alan. He was wearing a stylish grey suit to bring out his eyes, and his blond hair was in his usual spiky hairdo. He had a sad smile on his face as he waved at the crowd. The audience greeted him with cheers and applause, a bit more silenced than usual. The Hungarian host smiled and greeted everyone.
"Hello and welcome, people, once again to Hidden Secrets! I'm sure you all know that today is our final episode!"
There were hollers of 'yes' and 'why?'. The blond grinned, spreading his arms.
"Yeah, I don't like it either. But what comes, comes. Anyways, since today is the final episode, we've decided on a different approach. All our askers will be audience members. Also, we have a little surprise for you near the end of the show. But for now, please, let us welcome our nations onto stage for their final day here in California…well, except America of course. Please, give a big round of applause for our first gentleman of the night, The United Kingdom Of Great Britain And Northern Ireland, or England!" Everyone cheered and clapped as England came on the stage. A couple of lights lit up to show the couches that were put for the nations and Alan's own bright seat. But the host didn't move as England waved at the crowd, greeted the Hungarian blond and went to his seat. Baker grinned.
"Next up with us, we have our wonderful France!"
France came on stage, dressed sharply as he waved at the crowd, blowing teasing kisses to the girls before laughing and kissing either of Alan's cheeks. Then he went off to sit next to his lover and molest him while they waited for the others.
"Big round of applause for Japan!"
There was more cheering, and somewhere in the crowd, Hungary was grinning at her partner in crime. The dark-haired man bowed shortly, waving timidly at the crowd before going to his seat. No fuss.
"And of course, Italy!"
The Italian man was, unsurprisingly, well dressed too. He waved brightly with child-like enthusiasm, bouncing and waving and hugging Alan when he was within arms-reach. The fair-haired host just smiled, returning the enthusiasm and letting the nation go, before calling out the next person.
"Not to forget, Mr. Strict, Germany!"
The German is dressed sharply as always, a threatening look on his face, which might've been a smile as he uncomfortably waved and made his way to the couches. The host didn't bother him.
"And our wonderful Russia!"
Russia came onstage with sunflowers, which he tossed into the crowd. He had his pipe with him from some strange reason, and the blood on it was almost visible. He waved and greeted everyone with his childish and innocent smile before going to take his seat too.
"Our awesomest of awesome, Prussia!"
The albino man slouched into the limelight, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, so…underdressed in comparison to all the shiny Armanis, Guccis, Ralph Laurens and Burberrys. He gave a half wave and a smirk before going to sit in his seat.
"The country in which we are currently hosting the show! America!"
The teenager was also rather informally dressed in jeans with a button down, along with his usual bomber jacket. England visibly flinched at the clothing. The American greeted the crowd with a whoop and a wave, quickly exchanging a few lines with the host before flopping into his seat.
"Our one and only, Canada!"
Canada's fashion sense was better, as he had chosen to go in a nicely tailored suit. He straightened his tie a bit before greeting everyone with a timid wave and smiling at Alan. His bear plodded along with him, silently keeping to the shadows, even though it was a bit hard to do that when one has bright white fur.
"And last but not least, Austria!"
The Austrian man was also dressed in a stylish suit. He nodded sharply at the host and the crowd as he strode to his seat, his chin lifted regally.
Alan smiled as the camera panned over all the seated nations. England had even managed to pry Francis off himself. The Hungarian man grinned before taking his usual seat, smiling at the nations.
"Hey guys. So, tell me, how do you all feel knowing that this is your last episode?"
There were murmurs before England took it upon himself to reply.
"Well, as much as I'm thankful to be returning to my own country, I admit I will miss this show. It has been a pleasure being here with someone as sane as you, Alan." There were affirmatives from the others. Oh if only they knew that the Hungarian man spent time with his country and Japan. That in itself was not that sane. But he just grinned and nodded gratefully.
"Thanks, England. Well, we have a couple of people who are coming today. Many of them are our regulars and some of them are our letter writers. Excited to meet them?"
The younger nations, and Prussia, whooped and cheered. Taking that as a yes, he grinned and turned to a sheet of paper in his hand before looking up at the camera with a grin.
"Right. Well then, first up we have…" There was a tense pause before he grinned. "UnstableFable!"
There was cheering. The brunette stood up, blinking as Alan gestured for her to come up on stage. She was dressed in a nice blue dress that brought out her eyes and held numerous flower bouquets in her hands. The girl smiled, walking onto stage and taking the mic that was offered and putting it on.
"Hey guys! Thank you all for putting up with my previous questions and so today considering it is the last season and I don't know when I will next see you guys...so, here." UnstableFable gave each of the nations a bouquet of flowers, lastly coming to England and handing him the bouquet…that had Scottish thistle mixed in it too. The Englishman stood up, giving the girl a hug, smiling and sitting back down with the flower bouquet, studying the flowers in it with a small grin. The brunette smiled and adjusted her dress, slightly nervous, before looking at all the nations with a smile.
"You guys have been great. I'm sure everyone here and at home agrees with me, isn't that right?" There were cheers and whoops from the audience. She grinned and turned back to the nations, or more specifically, England. "And I really, really hope I can keep in contact with you, England. Your fairies have been really helpful with my baking." America snorted. Yes, actually snorted. He was instantly faced with a pair of murderous glares, one green one and one blue one.
"Umm, sorry?"
"You had better be," growled back England, glaring some more before remembering there was a lady in their presence and giving her a slightly apologetic look. "Sorry, that git is just…" he gave a vague hand gesture to explain what he meant. Luckily UnstableFable understood and nodded understandingly.
"And as I was saying, maybe…can I send you what I bake?"
"Of course, love. That would be wonderful," exclaimed England with a cheerful grin. The blue-eyed girl stood up, smiling at all the nations and turning to Alan, who had also stood up.
"And I almost forgot, these are for you, Alan. You've been absolutely wonderful this season, what with dealing with these countries. So, thank you!" She handed the Hungarian host flowers too. He smiled and hugged her, escorting her to the edge of the stage as she walked back to her seat.
"Thanks you, UnstableFable! It was wonderful to have you! We do hope you'll be in the next season with us!" The crowd was applauding, sitting on the edge of their seats as they waited for the next audience member.
"Next up, we have with us tonight, Breaking-Benjamin-Rules! Please give her a big round of applause!"
There was loud cheering as a redhead made her way up, taking Alan's hand as he escorted her to the spotlight. She waved and then took her seat gracefully as the blond host also sat down. She smiled brightly at the nations, waving slightly. They greeted her cheerfully, in various languages.
"Hi guys! I'm sorry to hear this is the last episode, but it's been great with you guys. Um, anyways, I know, right, America, Skillet is awesome." The American teen nodded enthusiastically, raising a hand for a high-five. The redhead complied, giving him a high-five before turning to England.
"And you're right. I'd be pretty proud too if everyone spoke my language." The Brit nodded, a light smile curving his lips. Then she turned to Japan.
"And I do suppose they're an interesting yaoi coupling. I would love to read more about them…"
"Of course, Breaking-Benjamin-Rures-san. I would rove to have your opinions on some of my…work."
"Really? That would be awesome!" She calmed herself down, glancing at the nations a bit sheepishly before focusing on America. "Um, America, I wanted to ask you a question. We were learning about South West Asia and the top countries of Africa recently, and I wanted to know why you helped Israel."
The American took on a thoughtful look, nodding at the question.
"We need good and strong allies in the middle-east. Israel is my one. Plus, he's helped me. And there are other reasons…that I can't really tell you. Ya know, all that 'top secret' stuff."
The girl nodded before turning to France.
"And France, can you tell me what your proudest moment was?"
"My proudest moment? I 'ave 'ad many. Hmm, watching Mathieu grow up would be one of zem, I guess. And taking care of Vanuatu wiz Arthurr would also be one of zem. 'e became independent too unfortunately. 'aving been ze second largest empire in ze world also does not 'urt. And knowing so many people appreciate ze beauty of français also 'elps."
Breaking-Benjamin-Rules mused what was told before nodding agreeingly.
"And being a beautiful country probably boosts your ego too," she agreed. The Frenchman gave her a grin.
"You know me well."
She chuckled before turning to ask her last question.
"Prussia, my friends and I agree you're awesome, so here's a question for the awesome you: if you could change anything about your history, or yourself, what would it be? And smartass answers like 'nothing' aren't allowed."
The Prussian man snorted, mumbling something about 'smartass answers are the best' before humming thoughtfully.
"Vell, changing one thing? I vould hope that the Berlin vall vas never constructed. That vould be very helpful. Or that I vasn't dissolved. That vould be awesome too."
The redhead nodded thankfully and stood up to leave, smiling brightly at Alan as he escorted her to the edge of the stage and produced his notecards out of nowhere, studying the next name on it with a small grin.
"Thank you Breaking-Benjamin-Rules! Awesome! Next we have with us…AshMeowsYaoi! Please give her a big round of applause."
The crowd cheered as a brunette, (who looked suspiciously like a female Romano and Russia) stood up, grinning and waving at the crowd as she made her way onto stage. It seemed many of the girls were wearing sundresses. Rather pretty ones if France's pleased look was anything to go by. AshMeowsYaoi smiled and waved, hugging Alan before sitting down. All the nations greeted her just as cheerfully.
"Hi guys! Its great to see you all. Sorry I couldn't be here in the previous episode…but I did watch the show! Um, first I just want to say to Canada…you're amazing. Absolutely amazing and wonderful and…well, everything good," she said excitedly. Prussia coughed, something that sounded a lot like 'sparkly gay rainbows' before he got elbowed, rather harshly might I add, by France.
The blonde continued as if she hadn't heard them.
"I don't know why people forget you. You're just so awesome. Awesomer than Prussia too!"
Now the albino was glaring and pouting sulkily. I am awesome, verdammten! He whined mentally. Then she turned to America.
"Hey dude! I decided to let up on the yaoi for now," she said seriously. There was a relieved sigh from someone. "Just kidding! You and Canada are my favorite yaoi pairing!" she said cheerily. America grinned and glanced at his brother to see how he would react. To his surprise, Matthew had a sudden, very-France-like smirk on his face. Huh, must be that French blood. AshMeowsYaoi continued.
"So, America, if, um, Canada looks like he has an opinion on something and he doesn't say it, then…you get to kiss him!" she announced cheerfully. The Canadian paled slightly.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he protested weakly. The only people who heard him were his parents. The blonde ignored, continuing dauntlessly.
"And then, if he does that the second time, then you get to grope him! And then, the final time, you can take him to the ra- uh, closet!" she said, wearing a rather proud-yet-perverted smirk. France laughed, joining her giggles with his own perverted laughter while Arthur valiantly tried to hide his smirk behind an indifferent façade. America beamed and turned to Canada, waiting for him to say something. The Canadian replied almost immediately.
"I don't think this idea is good. We shouldn't do this, eh?"
"Aw, dude! We totally should! I should totally get a chance to kiss you, brah!"
Arthur sighed but grinned and rolled his eyes. AshMeowsYaoi smirked too and stood up, dusting her dress, winking at America and letting Alan escort her. Once she was back in the audience, the blond host grinned at the crowd before casting a wink at the two blond siblings.
"Follow her advice, yeah? Good luck fending him off, Canada."
"The best of the British," added Arthur with a slightly amused and slightly concerned look. France simply chuckled…while glaring mutinously at Alfred's hand, which had begun inching closer towards Matthew.
The Hungarian man made sure the attention was on him before continuing, glancing at his notecards before letting a grin take over, grey eyes gleaming as he looked at the audience and spread his arms.
"And we have, Antonia Ivaneva Braginski, better known to us as…Riley!"
The nations greeted her a she came up, surprisingly, with another blonde girl. They were probably the first of the night to wear skirts instead of dresses. They both came onstage, grinning and waving enthusiastically, exchanging pleasantries and seating themselves. Baker smiled at them, raising an eye at the blonde.
"Do tell us, Riley, who your companion is," he said. The brunette grinned, poking her blonde friend.
"This is my friend, Matteo. She really wanted to meet you guys, and since it's the last episode I thought it would be awesome to bring her too," she explained. There were nods all around. Then she spoke again.
"So, I wanted to thank you, Russia, for letting me have Belarus. Here, can you send her to this address?" she asked excitedly, giving him a piece of paper, looking ready to jump up and down while doing some random-on-the-spot dance. Russia took the slip of paper, reading it, nodding and putting it away. There was a noticeable change in the ambient temperature…even without Belarus' presence and it was enough to make everyone feel a bit more on the edge. If the girls felt it, they ignored it rather well. Then Riley focused on America, glaring at him. The American teen was rightfully surprised. Especially when she had to be held back by Matteo.
"And you! Heather Dale is a great singer, so shut up! And Monty Python is also funny, so, again, shut up!" she growled, glaring. The American cowered (very minuscule! Heroes didn't cower! Pssh! And he certainly wasn't trembling in his seat, no siree!).
Matteo decided to speak once her friend was decidedly calmer.
"I wanted to ask you guys if its better living in America or in Europe or Canada," she asked, gaining attention from all the nations. Of course each of them launched into, as Australia would put it, big noting themselves.
"France is tellement gorgeous, just like myself! You should definitely come to Fra-"
"-Britain is rather wonderful, if I do say so-"
"-Ve! And we have lots of beaches and lots of ice cream and-"
"-all the snow in Russia is beautiful, da?"
"-you should have come to Prussia when it existed!"
"-well, you should definitely come to see the Austrian-"
"-we have the awesomest Mickey Ds around! And we've got awesome beaches too! Dude, you should totally-"
"-have beautifur scenery that you should definitery come to-"
"-my homeland is a lovely place too, eh? You should come-"
It seemed like the only one who wasn't talking was Germany. Instead, his right eyebrow was twitching and he looked ready to kill someone. He waited about two seconds before glaring so furiously everyone turned his or her attention to him.
"Vhy don't you all…SHUT UP!" he growled, silencing them instantly. Once everyone did as he told, he relaxed and turned to Matteo and Riley. "I vould suggest Europe. Our countries are considered to be rather beautiful though a bit expensive. But you might vant to know that sometimes our people can be qvite haughty to foreigners. But they are mostly nice and friendly. Canada and America are beautiful in their own vay too, though. But if you vant perfect scenic beauty, then I vould suggest living in Schweiz. His chocolate is good too."
There were agreeing (and proud) nods from the European countries present. Of course they would be rather proud about themselves. Canada looked glad at being counted in by the European countries. America looked a bit miffed. Everyone easily ignored him (it was sort of a habit). Riley chose that instant to speak again.
"I was thinking of Europe anyways. Probably somewhere like France. Or Italy. You know, nice and sunny," she remarked. There was a sulky look from some people
(coughEnglandcough) and the brunette grinned before producing pancakes from somewhere and toning her grin down into a smile.
"And anyways, since it's the last day today, I made you guys pancakes. I've been reliably told that they're the only thing I'm good at making." She handed the platter to the nearest nation, which happened to be America, and gave him a warning glance. "They're not all for you." The American pouted but sighed and let his brother handle them. After all, Canada was more the pancake master here.
"Well, I guess this means bye. I wont be seeing you guys…" there was a pause. "Can I hug you all?" The pile of pancakes was forgotten as the nations gave a huge group hug to both the girls. When both the girls, giggling, were escorted back the audience, the nations sat back down. The platter of pancakes had somehow seemed to vanish. (Though there was some clue as to who could have eaten it considering there was a small crumb of something very pancake-like on Alfred's chin.) Alan waved at the two girls then turned to his notecard, raising an eyebrow at it before smiling at the camera and then the crowd.
"Alright! Well, it was great talking to you two, girls, and now we have our next member! Please, a big round of applause for Alice Of Spades!" There was cheering as a girl stood up, the light catching in her hair and revealing it to be so dark it looked purple. Or maybe it was purple. Baker didn't really know. She was wearing an equally purple dress, a deep purple rose in her hair as she made her way onto the stage. She smiled and waved, accepting Alan's hand as he escorted her to her seat, smiling and letting her sit before sitting down in his own seat.
"Hello Alice. I'm sure we haven't had you on the show before. How do you like it?" he asked curiously. Silver grey eyes were briefly covered as Alice blinked before she smiled.
"Oh, it's a wonderful show. I heard it was ending, so I decided I wanted to ask my question today," she explained, her gaze flickering over the nations before settling on Canada. The Canadian man was eyeing Alfred suspiciously while trying to maintain a distance between himself and Russia. "And it's for Canada." That had Matthew's attention. He looked away from his brother and hesitantly smiled.
"So, Canada, since England and France are your parents, who do you consider the mom?" she asked, a curious look in her eyes. Along with an amused smirk. Canada's eyes widened and he looked over at both parents. Both were giving him looks. Those bribing looks that clearly said 'say it's him and I pay you a lot of money' or 'please don't take my name and I will give you whatever you want'. The violet-eyed blond finally cringed slightly and looked away after shooting both parents apologetic looks.
"Well, I always thought England was more the motherly type. He was the one who was always nagging us," he said, risking a glance up at his 'mother' who was flushed and protesting against all the things. "Though," he added quickly, "he could also be very fatherly at times. But since France took more care of me…well, calling him Papa sort of stuck. And I wasn't comfortable enough calling England anything except Maman when he worried so much over me. But later on I started calling him Dad even though he was more motherly out of the two." There was a snicker from France that was abruptly cut off once England successfully elbowed him and gave him a glare.
"That's it lad. One more word and I swear…" The Englishman trailed off ominously. The Canadian shuddered slightly before grinning innocently.
"Mais Maman, I wasn't going to say anything," he complained lightly. He just got a glare in return. Alice chuckled and turned to America, who was watching Matthew with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"What about you America? Do you consider France as one of your parents? And if you do then who do you think is like the mother?" she asked with a grin. Alfred hummed before sighing with mock defeat.
"Well, I have to take the Frenchie as a parent, ya know? Artie loves him and all that jazz. Plus, he's kinda cool at giving se-love advice. And Artie is definitely the mother, no questions asked. Even though I do call him Dad. He's just all mother hen on the inside," confided the teen. Arthur had a murderous look on his face, coupled with a light blush.
"Why does everyone insist on me being the mother? Kyle and Airini are bad enough!" he huffed. Canada chuckled while his brother snickered. France grinned too, cooing something about motherly sides and adorableness. Needless to say, Arthur was not amused. Alice and most of the other people present were chuckling at the thought of England being a mother, but reluctantly, the silver-eyed girl turned to Prussia. Then brightened.
"Prussia, my friends and I talk about you all the time! You're freaking awesome!" she exclaimed, beaming. The Prussian beamed right back and grinned, winking at her.
"You're pretty awesome yourself if you recognize the awesomeness that is me!" he replied with energy. The girl grinned some more then paused.
"So, my friends and I agree that it should be GerIta all the way, but we've got different opinions when it comes to you. So, if you could be with a person you're not with now, who would it be? Assuming that the person you would be with is also single, of course." The albino tilted his head to one side as he thought, glancing at Austria with a wink before thinking out loud.
"Vell, it definitely vouldn't be Elizaveta. That vould be just disturbing. Hmmm…not Ita either. He might be cute, but he can be qvite air headed. Only two people come to me right now," he said, pausing. Alice gave him an encouraging look. "Either England or Canada. They both vere pretty awesome. And both of them are pretty devious vhen it comes to pranks," he concluded. The red-eyed man got a glare from France and America for his results, though Francis' glare was more subdued and held a spark in it. You know, that perverted spark which meant he was thinking something along the lines of 'let's have a threesome!'. The dark haired girl grinned.
"Thanks for answering guys. And England, you're awesome. Much love, man," she said, giving him a hug (and being pulled into a hug by a rather bouncy Italy) before allowing Alan to escort her back to the edge of the stage. The blond man grinned, as there was applause before waving around his new notecard.
"Right! A big hand for Alice! Now, we have our next member! Big round of applause for…IcarusWing, or as we know her, Ica-chan!" There was cheering and a blonde girl was escorted onto stage, her violet eyes beaming. She grinned, hugged Alan Baker, and sat down on her seat. Once it was relatively quiet, the host looked at her eagerly.
"Hello, IcarusWing. It's great to finally see you!" he greeted. The blonde smiled.
"Its great to see you guys too! And its great to finally be here!" she said enthusiastically before pausing and glancing at Russia and England apologetically.
"And I wanted to apologize for any offensive questions. Sorry guys."
England simply dismissed the apology, saying that it was okay, and it really didn't matter. Russia gave her a sunflower along with a creepy smile. Ica-chan took the sunflower, twirling it, looking slightly impressed by its size before turning her gaze back to the countries and grinning.
"So, I have a hopefully inoffensive question for you guys. If you had to spend a year with any country that isn't your own, then which would it be and why? And the catch is, that you have to spend the year with the nation too. And it can't be your significant other or potential partner. Or family member. And would it be an upside or downside living with them?" she explained. There was a pause as everyone mused the question over. England spoke first.
"Well, I suppose Austria would be my first choice. I've heard it's beautiful. And Roderich isn't bad company," he remarked, sending a polite smile to the aristocrat. He got an equally polite smile back in return. "The only downside would be the coffee. I've heard Austrians have a penchant for different types of coffees." Austria chuckled quietly.
"I myself prefer tea to coffee," remarked the Austrian warmly before deciding he might as well answer the question next. "And I would rather like to visit Italy. I haven't been to many proper beaches before." Almost all the countries looked at the Austrian like he was crazy. How could he not have seen any proper beaches? Italy took the opportunity to answer the question too. He beamed widely.
"Ve! It would be great if you came, Mr. Austria! I want to go visit Japan! Ve, Japan is so nice and he did visit me once too!" he announced cheerfully. The Japanese man looked a bit uncomfortable before speaking.
"I would rather visit Engrand-san's home. I haven't had time to do so before, and Engrand-san is my friend, it would be easy to stay with him for a year." The Japanese man didn't mention the fact that the Englishman was the only one who respected his private space, but it was understood. America decided to speak next.
"Dude, there isn't any place in the world awesome as the US, but I guess Japan would be an awesome place to visit. I mean, they have all those freaking awesome games, so I would totally go there!" he exclaimed, punching the air with a grin. Japan did a microscopic cringe. No one really noticed it. Canada spoke next, AshMeowsYaoi's 'curse' so to say, was still running around his head.
"Um, I-I would go to visit Germany if I h-had to go," he stammered out, looking around for Kumajirou and not finding him, before settling for fidgeting with his coat. That, in turn, prompted England to swat his hand, hissing something about 'fidgeting isn't proper'. He did as he was told, obediently straightening and stopping his fidgeting. Germany hummed and spoke.
" Maybe, France vould be a good place." France gave the other European man a pleasant smile before everyone's attention was attracted by Russia. The Russian grinned.
"Amerika would be interesting to visit, da?" The American scowled, mumbling something about 'commie bastards' before giving up and glowering at the floor. It didn't help that Canada was snickering at him. In fact, IcarusWing seemed to be grinning herself. Hmph. Well fine. They can giggle all they want, sulked America with a childish pout. France chuckled slightly before speaking.
"I myself would like to go visit Italie. It is a gorgeous place and ze art zere is beautiful!"
"Ja? Vell, I can tell you that I vould visit you, Franny or Antonio. You both are awesome."
"Ah, merci, mon ami."
IcarusWing smiled and stood up with an apologetic look.
"Well, those were my questions. I'll really miss you guys next season," she said, giving Alan a brief smile and waving at the nations before going off stage with the host of the show. Said host moved back to the center of the stage and grinned enthusiastically.
"It was great to talk to you Ica-chan! And now, next we have with us…Lynnee!"
There was clapping as a blonde girl with brilliant hazel eyes stepped onto the stage. She smiled brightly and greeted the nations enthusiastically, receiving just as enthusiastic greetings.
"Hello Lynnee! Its great to have you here with us today," said Alan brightly. The blonde smiled.
"Its great to be here. And thanks for all the answers, guys. I still have more questions though," she said, looking at all the nations before settling her gaze on England. There were murmurs of eagerness from the nations.
"So, England, are you excited for the Olympics? I'm not going, but I am! I even saw the torch pass a few days ago, and it was awesome!" she enthused. The Englishman practically preened.
"Yes, it was, wasn't it? I'm quite proud to be hosting them this year. And I am rather excited for them to proceed. Hopefully everything will go swimmingly," replied England, smirking slightly. France got a creepy perverted look plastered on his face.
"Ah, ze Olympics. Zey should have been carried out as zey were before. The 'uman body in its true form-"
"France, I will call Switzerland if you try anything like that again," interrupted Arthur with a glare. The Frenchman pouted. Lynnee grinned and then turned to America.
"Oh, and I take back what I said. My friend, she was only born in America. She's Spanish by blood," she explained, a bit apologetically. America gave her a bright grin and a double thumbs up.
"It's alright, dude!"
England rolled his eyes slightly and snorted. The blonde continued, her gaze switching to Italy.
"Um, Italy, I have two questions. First, does anyone know what your hair does?"
The Italian smiled at her, nodding excitedly.
"Big Brother Spain knows and Germany knows too! Right Germany? He even-"
"Uh, Italy, I thought you said you vouldn't be talking about this in front of everyone."
"Oh, si! But I was just-"
"Nein. No more information unless they ask for it."
Several nations sat forward with perverted grins, their eyes glinting with amusement.
"Oh, Italie, why don't you tell us more," cooed France, giving a mischievous wink to Germany. The german flushed and gave his Italian partner a glare. Italy shut up, pouting and mouthing something that looked suspiciously like 'later' to Francis, his innocent look vanishing for a second to be replaced by a smirk. Prussia cackled evilly and thumped his brother on the back. Lynnee looked very interested but refrained from asking anything that might be suggestive.
"Um and Italy, why does your brother hate Germany? I don't think he ever gave a reason," she said, blinking. Feliciano hummed then shrugged.
"Ve! Its fratello's job to be protective, si? I don't think he really needs a reason. And he doesn't really like Germans since he had a bad experience with them when he was small," explained the auburn haired man. The blonde nodded understandingly and then flicked her bright gaze to Austria.
"Austria, I don't know if you know this or not, but the fandom seems to make you a person who sleeps around a lot," she began, eyes widening slightly as Prussia got a snarl on his face, looking ready to protest. "Don't hurt me! I swear, I'm not implying that Austria is unawesome or anything, its just a question!" she yelped, relaxing once the murderous look calmed down somewhat. "I mean, they make Austria sleep with France, Hungary, Spain, Italy, America and you, Prussia. Um, so what do you think of it Austria?" she finished timidly. The Austrian man had stiffened and he finally let loose an incredulous laugh.
"France? America? Italy? Spain?" he asked, disbelief coloring his features. Lynnee nodded hesitantly.
"I do not see vhy in the name of Beethoven I vould be vith France or America of all people. And Spain? Please, ve did nothing of the sort. Ve vere married for some time but it vas for our countries. He vas more busy vith people other than me anyvays. And Elizaveta? Ve both didn't sleep together all that often. She vas alvays gone to beat Prussia up or to protect me. Gilbert is the only one vith whom I have a constant relationship after qvite some time. And I don't know vat I should be feeling right now."
France sighed remorsefully.
"Ah, if I 'ad met you before I 'ad met mon ange Angleterre, I would 'ave made it worz your while." Arthur swatted his arm, growling something that sounded suspiciously like 'I am not your angel!' Francis ignored the threat and wound an arm around the Brit, puling him closer and nuzzling his ear, whispering something that was probably lewd, judging by Canada's face. Austria sighed.
"I am glad ve didn't meet that vell then. You really vorry me, France."
Lynnee sighed contently as she looked at France and England before turning her attention to Prussia.
"And this might seem a bit personal, but is Gilbird immortal?" she asked. The albino smiled slightly, a real smile, and hummed.
"Gilbird vasn't alvays vith me. He vas gifted to me by a special person who had found him. Gilbird is…like a phoenix, I guess. He can rebirth. Lots of times. But he vas once a Prussian eagle. Since the fall of my kingdom he hasn't died and has stayed stuck in his chick stage. But it's awesome! I don't know vhy he's stuck, but he's really awesome like this. Taking care of a full-grown Prussian eagle is hard. Plus, its not as cute as he is right now," explained the Prussian man, tilting his head to one side and gently pulling a yellow bundle of feathers out of his hair. Gilbird puffed up importantly, ruffling his feathers and cheeping importantly. Lynnee cooed at the bird, giggling as it flew to perch on her shoulder, and carefully stroked him. Gilbird cheeped contently and cuddled up against her cheek while the girl decided to ask her next question. Her gaze darkened slightly as it fell on Canada. The Canadian looked a bit worried for his safety.
"Canada…" she began sweetly, carefully removing the bird from her shoulder and carefully shielding it from the barrage that was about to follow. "WHY DID YOU UNLEASH HELL ON US?" she screeched, making everyone flinch and jolt back. Canada looked a bit worried and then understanding dawned on him, making him cringe.
"I mean, we were innocent in the ways of the earache. I was pure and good; until I head that little-" She broke off into some colorful swearing (which was later edited out by the show). "You know, I thought Justin Bieber was American, and then I did research and found out it was your fault! Yours!" she wailed, looking a bit traumatized. Canada gave a weak shrug.
"I let people think he's American. Its easier. I mean, I suffer for what America did, so its only proper that he can deal with my problem for a while," he said quietly. America got a strange look on his face before he gasped.
"Oh! So that's why my boss was telling me that the blond girl shouldn't be allowed to sing."
"Um…it's a guy."
"What? No way! I thought that Smiley Cyprus was a guy!"
There was a silence as everyone stared at America like he had grown two heads. The American seemed oblivious to the looks he was getting. Even Gilbird looked impressed at the amount of obliviousness. France broke the awkward silence.
"Um, Amerique, I don't know if you know zis or not, but Miley Cyrus is a girl and ze Justin Bieber person is a boy. Its just 'is voice zat's funny."
America blinked.
"What? Is he like ten or something? He totally sounds like a girl."
Germany sighed.
"I think he is about eighteen."
There was another silence. Then America looked horrified.
"Wait, is that Bieber dude the one who sang that song – what was it again?- oh yeah, 'baby, baby, baby oh!' that one?"
"That's what she said," snickered Prussia, promptly getting whacked on the head by his Austrian boyfriend while England paled.
"That was him? Oh Matthew, why didn't you take a lesson from my vibrant music history?" lamented the Englishman, sighing and shaking his head. Canada smirked slightly and looked away, hiding his grin.
"Sorry Arthur, but at least not many people even know he's Canadian. All the blame usually goes to Alfred, and I really have no problem with that."
"I hate you," grumbled Alfred with a pout. Matthew snickered and patted his head.
"I love you too, Alfred."
Lynnee pouted slightly before shaking her head to forget about Justin Bieber and looked at Japan.
"Japan, I want to thank you for introducing me to yaoi. You gave me life," she said, giving a seated bow. Gilbird cheeped and flew out of her hands, settling back on Prussia's head. Then the blonde turned her head to the crowd, scanning it once before speaking.
"And Hungary, wherever you are, never change! Keep spreading the love via discreet illegal photos and videos!" she called.
"Oh, don't encourage her," grumbled England. Lynnee just grinned before musing shortly and then speaking again.
"Oh, and to respond to the debate that BritishEnglishFTW brought up last time; France, England, I'm sorry, neither of your accents are sexier. My best friend is English, so it's lost all appeal, and French sounds like you're having a cold," she said. She got offended looks from both England and France. Before France could launch into a lecture, the blonde continued.
"Plus, Italian was voted the sexiest, and I'm inclined to agree, Feli." Here she paused to give a wink to the Italian who laughed. "But I'm in love with Spanish and Slavic accents right now. So, yeah." She stopped talking to glance appreciatively at Russia before giving Alan a bright smile.
"Bye guys. I'll miss you all. And you too Alan. If you're not here next season, I'll miss you. Have a good life though." She stood up, shaking hands with the Hungarian man before pausing and giving England one last grin.
"And this is coming from a proud British girl, England. You may suck at cooking but nothing beats a good afternoon tea with scones and jam," she called, waving as she as escorted back off stage. England gave her a grin in return and relaxed in his seat, all the nations turning their gazes on Alan who was rubbing his hands gleefully.
"Right! It was great talking to you Lynnee. We hope you come again next season. And now, we have with us, our one and only…BritishEnglishFTW!" he announced eagerly, waving at the brunette and helping her onstage. BritishEnglishFTW grinned and the host and gave him a brief hug, following his to the guest seat, her pretty pink sundress swirling around her legs as she sat down. All the nations greeted her energetically, brightening up to see her.
"Bonjour mes amis," she greeted brightly, getting an equally enthusiastic French response from France and Canada. England was grumbling things about 'frogs' but he still did reply in French. The brunette studied all of them with a serious gaze before smiling slightly.
"I've decided to give French a second chance, and to be honest, I'm getting to like it. And since this is the end of the show…" She paused, looking slightly teary as she gazed at England. "…I just wanted to say, England, I love you. But I know that my feelings will never be returned. You have someone who loves you more." She broke off, glancing at France with a teary smile. "Its just so…so…yay. I just can't explain this feeling." She brightened. "I just…I get this feeling whenever I see couple like Germany and Italy, or Austria and Prussia. But mostly when I see France and England. Its just…" she looked towards the crowd. "Hungary! What would you call this feeling? Its so happy!" she asked. There was the noise of laughter from the crowd and Hungary's voice came over.
"I haven't named it yet. When I do, you'll be the first to find out!" she replied. The brunette onstage grinned and turned back to the nations.
"Anyways, as to what kind of a fan girl I am…" She paused, letting the suspense build until it looked like someone was going to shout something out (cough-cough-America-cough) and grinned brightly.
"France! I'm sorry, but it's true." England gaped at her while France grinned and said something cheerily in French. BritishEnglishFTW gave the Englishman an apologetic look and shrugged slightly.
"The country is beautiful, and I really wish that some day that I'll be able to go there and visit the Arc de Triomphe in person. And the Louvre. And the Tour d'Eiffel. I want to eat at an actual French restaurant and taste French wine. I want to do all these things…" She trailed off dreamily, along with Francis, and gazed at nothing in particular. England was sporting a 'betrayed' look.
"You know, I was playing a game of Apples to Apples and the adjective card was 'scenic'. I put down Paris and won. (Here there was an 'even more betrayed' look on England's face and he looked ready to sulk.) I really want to go to France and spend some time with you France. And I really hope I'll see you guys again." She snapped out of her dreamy stupor and smiled brightly at everyone.
"So, until then, stay invincible British gentleman, England. France, stay sexy. Prussia, stay awesome and keep spreading the awesomeness. Austria, stay with the beauty that is music. I'm going to be taking piano lessons soon, but I don't have a teacher yet. Could you teach me if you had the chance? I want to learn about all your musicians! (There was a satisfied nod from the Austrian.) America, stay heroic dude, like, totally," she said, grinning widely. England was looking horrified at the thought. America grinned giving her a bright smile and double thumbs up.
"Anything for a fellow American, brah!"
"She's a woman," pointed out England. America frowned.
"Don't confuse me, man. Not cool."
"I'm confusing you? You're calling a lady…brah! I don't see how that's right!"
"It's American, dude. Your lingo is like, so lame and weird. Even your slang is freaky. I mean, you use rhyming in your slang. What is this, Shakespeare?"
"At least our slang is creative! Unlike some people."
"What? Calling a gay person a bale of hay is normal?"
"Ye-"
"Ahem. If you would all let our guest speak," chimed Alan Baker. England and America did a little staring match before turning to BritishEnglishFTW. The brunette was watching them with amusement.
"Right. Anyways, Russia, stay adorable. I hope you find a beautiful patch of sunflowers to live by. Germany, stay orderly. I mean it. It's an order, understand? Italy, stay precious. I hope you always have your pasta and I know you'll be able to see the Holy Roman Empire again. Just wait! Japan, remain cool and be sure to make things up with China. You two have had a rocky past, but I'm sure… I'm sure China wants to look at the same moon as you, always! Hungary, stay cheerful no matter what. And personally I think you should go out hunting with Prussia a little. I think that's what you really liked doing back then, so be yourself and have fun. (Hungary gave a grin in the crowd. Hunting. Good idea. We can each search for prospective partners for him. And Austria of course. It'll be interesting…) I think that's it…" she trailed off, looking around thoughtfully. Canada drooped a bit in his seat. The brunette grinned widely and shot up to the Canadian, giving him a tight hug. Matthew got a blush on his face, hugging back lightly and giving his brother a smirk. Something along the lines of 'see? I get hugged and you don't. Suck it loser!'. Of course in a nicer way.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Canada! Never, ever change, okay?" she asked, her voice somewhat muffled against the teens shoulder. She pulled away and smiled sadly at all the nations. I-I always g-get emotional…just…" she held out her arms, looking a bit surprised as she was suddenly squished in a gigantic group hug.
"Je vous aime. Vous tous." France gave her a kiss on the cheek, bidding her farewell, complete with waving a white handkerchief. England snorted slightly at that but also waved at her.
Alan escorted the brunette away and smiled sadly.
"It was great having you here BritishEnglishFTW. We're going to miss you and we hope you are here for the next season. But for now, we call upon our next member. Please give a big round of applause for…Bururu!"
She was another brunette too, of course, her grey eyes flashing brightly. She waved and traipsed onto the stage, putting the mic on and grinning at the nations.
"Hey dudes! I've decided to let my totally awesome American accent shine through for this last one!" she said brightly. All the countries chuckled.
"And as to the debate brought up by BritishEnglishFTW, I went to a panel at the Anime Boston Convention, and the people asked the crowd to cheer for either France's accent or Britain's accent. I cheered for France's sexy accent of course, but Britain's won." She seemed a bit put out that. England smirked smugly and crossed his arms, shooting France a look. The Frenchman smirked back, raising and eyebrow and tapping his fingers lightly against his thigh. The Englishman paused for a second before grinning and sitting back, looking back at Bururu with interest. She eyed them both for a second before continuing.
"Right! First things first, Russia, if Ukraine came after Russia how is she older than you?"
The Russian smiled.
"Well, if you look back on history you will see that Ukraine is where I originated from. Well, my culture and civilization. So she is my older sister, da?"
Bururu nodded understandingly, switching her gaze Germany.
"And Germany, please give me german lessons! I recently started using small German words in a chat room, like 'mein gott' and 'danke' and suddenly I have people speaking in fluent German to me!" she exclaimed. The German man attempted a small smile.
"German is rather like English. I think you'll be able to understand most of it, but I vill help you if you need it," he offered. The brunette gave him a victorious smile before schooling her features.
"Anyways, during HetaOni (several nations, except Italy, England and Japan, gave blank looks to each other), I started bawling after America, gravely injured and likely to die, stayed behind to stay by England and Canada's sides, who were both dying. What he said is what got to me. He said (her voice choked up here), 'these are the two most important people to me'!" she broke out into a wail and hugged both America and England. The American teen looked rather concerned about this whole 'dying and mortally injured' thing. He clung to England too, along with France from his other side. Italy winced slightly and cast a glance at his Japanese ally. Said ally had a grimace on his face too. A well hidden grimace, but a grimace nonetheless.
"Um, you can let go of me…" suggested the blond Englishman weakly. The brunette moved away, sniffing and wiping her eyes before giving a watery smile.
"That reminds me of America cleaning out his closet. It was so sad." She proceeded to recount what America had done, making said American blush and look away while England raised an eyebrow before giving a look at Alfred.
"I didn't know you still kept those," he remarked quietly. Alfred cleared his throat and looked away.
"I couldn't throw them out."
The moment was ruined as Bururu broke out into squeals. She looked even tearier eyed and delighted than was possible.
"America, man, please, please, show me those soldiers!" she said, giving the teen American a wide-eyed look. He looked around and then grinned weakly.
"I'll try."
That had the brunette looking rather satisfied.
"Thank you. And I guess…this is au revoir then…" her face fell. "And I know this is rather late, but America, Happy Flag Day. France, Happy Bastille Day." She produced a basket of brioches from somewhere and gave them to the longhaired Frenchman with a slight blush. His blue eyes glinted appreciatively as he noticed the contents and took an elegant sniff.
"Mmm, brioches. Zey smell délicieux," he complimented. Bururu smiled and then turned her attention back to the American nation.
"And America, I cosplayed as you for Twin Day at school. I wore the jacket and glasses, and even ate a burger like that too! It was awesome! Also, I read the web comic called 'à bientôt' about you, France, and Jeanne d'Arc. I cried so much at the end." France raised an eyebrow curiously while Arthur stiffened considerably. The Englishman shifted slightly away, face an expressionless mask, and swallowed, blinking a couple of times rapidly. Francis cast a glance at him, sighing and wrapping an arm around the Brit's waist and hauling him back closer to himself.
"Cher, tu sais que je t'ai pardonné. Pourquoi tu ne l'accepter?" [You know that I forgave you (referring to the fight in the earlier chapter) . Why don't you accept it?]
The Englishman sighed and slouched back in his seat, casting a look at the Frenchman.
"I just feel guilty at times."
"Well, mon Cœur, if you must know, I zink I met Jeanne again. God granted me my wish and I am glad. Now, if you will stop beating yourself up over zis, I will be very 'appy." Arthur gave him a tiny smile and looked away; trying to ignore the coo that France gave at the tiny smile and they way he cuddled England closer to himself. Bururu chuckled.
"France, I'm sure Jeanne's really happy in heaven right now. Well, I suppose I have taken up too much time already. À bientôt, to you all!" she said, waving as she stod up. There were French replies back to her as she walked off stage with Alan.
The blond host grinned, running a hand through his hair and grinning at the crowd.
"It was awesome to have you here again, Bururu. Now, we have with us our next member! Please, a round of applause for GothKat2SlashFan!" The audience cheered for the girl dressed in black. Her black dress had a tasteful strike of royal purple on it, making it a bit more colorful. France hummed and nodded at her dress. Goth came onto the stage eagerly, greeting Alan brightly before going to sit down on the guest seat. All the nations greeted her warmly.
"Hey! As you all know, I'm GothKat2SlashFan, but you can call me Goth, CG50 usually does," she introduced. There were a couple of raised eyebrows and murmured greetings again. The dark haired girl smiled, revealing a glinting canine before she spoke again.
"So, I have three questions. Russia, do you want China to become one with you?"
The Russian man smiled brightly.
"Da! But China seems to have a little problem since he doesn't talk to me much." He ended with a slightly upset look on his face. Goth cooed and turned her attention onto France.
"I saw on your list of people you've not been with, that China and any of the Asian countries were not included. When were you with Hong-Kong?"
The Frenchman cackled and looked at her smugly.
"It was after a razer successful fashion show. 'Ong-Kong does take an interest in ze fashion industry, and 'e caught me on a good day. Chine still doesn't know," he whispered conspirationally. Arthur had wide eyes and was looking vaguely freaked out and disgusted at the same time. The dark haired girl grinned and then looked at Prussia.
"And I know this is an insensitive question, but how does it feel like to be an ex-nation?"
The albino ran a hand through his hair and gave a lazy shrug.
"The only good thing that came out of it is that I don't have any vork to do know. Its better like this," he remarked. Goth grinned.
"And ignore CG50. You're awesome."
And just as quickly as she had come, the girl waved to the others, bid them farewell and allowed herself to be escorted back to the audience. Said audience was waiting excitedly for next person to go up. Alan rubbed his hands together gleefully and looked around at everyone with excitement.
"Awesome! It was great to have you, Goth! Next up we have…ForeverXNejiten!" The girl that came on stage had light brown hair and hazel eyes. She grinned widely and made her way onto the stage, dressed in khaki shorts and an off-the-shoulder t-shirt. She greeted everyone enthusiastically.
"Hello, my fellow Hetalians! First of all I'd like to say, I love you all, especially you, frog!" she greeted. Arthur snickered while Francis adopted a mock hurt look. The brunette had an American accent but seemed to keep switching between American and English anyways. She seated herself and grinned at everyone.
"Let's see, I'll start from the beginning. My friends and I role-play as you guys all the bloody time. And as you have probably noticed, I role-play as England," she explained. Then a small smirk settled itself on her face. "And FrUK prevailed, by the way. I totally understand your annoyance with Francis, Arthur," she said. The Englishman cast her an agreeing look as they both mentally lamented about their own Francis'.
"Our role-plays are extremely intense. You see, America and Japan made love to each other, which made England very depressed. (Cue shocked looks from Japan and America, along with a furious flush from England and a perverted and worried look from France.) But, France was there to help England and then proposed to him! Now I'm getting role-play married to France! Woo! You should see the ring!" she explained with an energetic squeal. England had turned even more red. France laughed his usual laugh, the loud 'ohononononon' making Hungary get her camera out, ready for any perverted scenes that might take place. Unfortunately for her, there was nothing interesting that was happening. Well, except Arthur getting enthusiastically hugged by Francis. ForeverXNejiten grinned before clearing her throat and attracting attention to herself.
"Arthur, you are truly my inspiration. You're amazing and your scones don't suck. How could they, when I love my own?"
Arthur gave her a pleased smile while Francis looked a bit nauseous at the mere word 'scones'.
"France, I…I love you. Like, seriously. Love. I tried to beat down my mother after she said you were hers." She giggled a bit at the memory before continuing while the longhaired blond she was talking to gave her a bright grin. "But…you only belong to Arthur, dammit!" she said, gaze suddenly serious and glaring at both the nations as if that would be enough to keep them together forever. It seemed to work for the moment though.
"Prussia, in my friends role-play…you beat the living shit out of Romano. That was not pretty. You're still awesome though," she said, smiling. The Prussian chuckled at the mental image before letting a slow smirk grow over his face. Ludwig sighed.
"Nein, bruder. You are not, under any circumstances, alloved to beat up Romano. He's already angry vith me, as it is, and if he hates me more, he might get the mafia on me. And that is a truly scary thought. He narrowly missed my head the last time vith his gun, I don't vant him to actually hit me." The albino raised an eyebrow. Romano had actually gone all mafia on his brother? Now that was interesting.
"Fine, fine. Don't vorry," he conceded, relaxing in his seat. "OOnly because I am awesome."
ForeverXNejiten smiled and finally turned her gaze back to England.
"England, I hate to bring up such a touchy subject- because I stat crying whenever they bring it up in the role-play –but, when America left you…did you ever think you could love again?" The brunette paused, looking a bit misty eyed as she watched the Englishman answer. He sighed, leaning back in the sofa and cocking his head to one side.
"To be honest, no. Two people had betrayed me. I didn't know how to feel," he said slowly. France and America both looked away.
"First there was my colony, refusing my care. Then there was my long time friend, or enemy at that time, who had helped said colony. I was confused on whom to trust. After the war, I didn't talk to anyone for quite a few days. I just spent my time wondering where I had gone wrong and why my enemy was suddenly so focused on bringing about my downfall. But…I guess I knew that it was bound to be over some time, so it didn't really make me depressed. I think it was only a week before I was back on my feet and continuing to forge ahead. It took my mind off things." The Brit paused, making everyone turn his words over in their head.
Many had thought he had been rather depressed after the American left him, but his words seem to state otherwise…unless he was lying. Arthur was merely looking distasteful, as if this conversation had left a bad aftertaste in his mouth. He glanced around at everyone and raised his eyebrows. Alfred looked a bit offended that his departure hadn't caused as much hurt as he had expected it to. It did bring his ego down a notch. ForeverXNejiten smiled and stood up, thanking the nations, briefly hugging France and Alan, and was escorted off stage. Alan bounced in place eagerly and waved at her as she seated herself.
"Thanks for the questions, ForeverXNejiten! And now, we have-" He was cut off as he caught sight of familiar silver-grey hair and a bouncy noise. He raised his eyebrows as he spotted Ukraine waving at him innocently. He grinned and gestured for her to come on stage.
"Looks like we have a surprise! Ukraine is here! Come up on stage, Raine!" he called. The female nation bounced her way up, smiling and sitting down in her seat, giving her brother a look.
"Hello! I just had one question," she greeted. All the nations were slightly more relaxed that it was a nation asking a question. They all nodded encouragingly at her.
"I was thinking of getting a breast reduction. Give me one reason not to."
There was a silence as everyone desperately thought of one reason.
"Um, it might affect your land?" offered America.
"You look gorgeous ze way you are! You shouldn't change anyzing!" Russia spoke next.
"You would look more poor? People think you are rich enough to get breast implants if you stay like this, da?"
The Ukrainian laughed and thanked them for their opinions before walking off stage, not requiring anyone to walk her off. Alan blinked and watched her leave before rushing to his feet and clearing his throat.
"Right, um, thank you Ukraine. Well, we have our last audience member of the night. Please put your hands together for…Waterlily Angel!" A pretty blonde with blue-green eyes made her way onto the stage, pink dress fluttering around her legs. She smiled, greeting the blond host warmly and allowing him to show her to her seat.
"Hello all! Its great to be here with you tonight," she began. There were murmurs of agreement with her statement.
"I've ot some questions I'd like to ask. Firstly, England. What do you think of the band One Direction? I heard it was from your place. Whenever I mention them my friends go squealing so loud it upsets my eardrums." The blonde held a miffed look at this point. Alfred gave a gasp, staring at her in shock.
"What? You don't like One Direction? Dude, that's like, crazy," he said, reminding everyone of a teenage fan girl for a moment. You could practically see hearts his eyes were forming. On the other hand, Arthur looked ticked off too.
"Yes, the band's from my place. Except one of them. One of the brats, I think the blond one, is from one of my brothers' place. I don't really like them. Honestly, we've had so many better people than them. But I guess they're good enough." America was swooning for some strange reason (most likely over the bands' good songs). Waterlily Angel seemed to agree with the Englishman.
"And do you remember Sir Raffles? I really want to say thank you for what he's done in South Eastern Asia! So, thank you."
England gave her a grin, making an 'it-was-nothing' gesture, looking rather proud of his citizen.
"Japan-san and Hungary! I'm a recent fan of yaoi, but sadly none of my friends enjoy it. They're too caught up with k-pop and think it's improper. (Here Hungary had let out an incredulous snort and 'pfft' sort of thing.) But it's alright for me to continue loving it, right?"
"Of course it is, Waterriry Anger. You should arways do what you want," protested the Japanese man passionately.
"Exactly what Kiku says," called out Hungary from wherever she was in the crowd. The blonde girl grinned and leaned back in her seat.
"For Germany and Prussia, is it alright if I take a small part of the Berlin wall as a souvenir?"
"Vell, you can definitely buy it," remarked Gilbert offhandedly. The blonde looked pleased at the thought.
"I will definitely see into that. Um, Europeans, well played matches in the recent Euro 2012," she congratulated. Many of the countries looked a bit disgruntled to be reminded of that.
"Italy, can you congratulate Spain for me?" she asked. The Italian nodded and ve-ed, clapping excitedly. Waterlily Angel deemed that enough response and stood up, suddenly looking a whole lot more alert.
"Canada!" she squealed, rushing forward and capturing him in a hug. The Canadian let out an embarrassed 'eep' but otherwise returned the hug cautiously.
"I'm going to give you hugs. Do you know, my friends thought you were a city in America? A freaking city! When you're a country! Can you believe some people?" she asked, sounding disbelieving and disapproving as she finally broke away from the hug and gave the Canadian a quick peck to the cheek. He turned red and coughed slightly.
"Um, thank you for standing up for me," he replied quietly. Waterlily Angel laughed and finally backed away, grinning at Alan.
"Thank you all for your participation in this show. And Alan, thank you for hosting this enjoyable show. Nations, keep being amazing! And Prussia, keep being awesome! Thank you, good bye!" she said, waving and leaving. Once she was back in the audience section, Alan bounded to the front of the stage, grinning at everyone.
"And this great journey has come to an end! It's been great with you guys! And we've got a surprise for you all before the nations have to leave. We are…hosting a party all night! Everyone is invited! Enjoy yourselves dudes!" there were large amounts of cheering as everyone rushed to the stage and the cameras panned the scene, letting the home viewers see the party. Loud music had been turned on, the stage had been converted into a dance floor, and somehow there seemed to be food and beverages ready for the people too. Nations and humans alike were mingling, though keeping to each other's in groups mostly. There was hugging, talking, laughing and dancing going on. To add to the atmosphere, certain siblings of a certain Englishman crashed the party. UnstableFable seemed ecstatic to see her country, who was surprisingly treating her respectfully.
Alan smiled as he watched the crowd of people, grinning to himself. Hungary strolled over to his side and gently elbowed him.
"What are you thinking about?"
"How much I'll miss the show. I can't believe you got her instead of me."
"Oh trust me, we cant believe it either."
There was a short silence as they observed the people before Hungary grinned, taking on an evil glint in her eyes.
"Ready to show them a real party?"
"Hell yeah."
Lets just say there was a lot of fan-girling and nose-bleeding going on for quite some time, which wasn't helped by the fact that the song German Sparkle Party was blowing on the speakers and Germany, Prussia and Austria had somehow been roped into dancing to it.
Alan let out a laugh, tossing a yaoi manga in the air and joining the fray. You know what they always say. When in Rome…
The party just got a whole lot wilder.
And done. I cant believe wrote this much. I can't believe the story is over. I can't believe I'm not going to have Alan on the next season.
Wow…
Well, I have finished the story, so it would appear. I'm going to miss this. I'll be starting the new season soon, and I will inform you of it when I do. I hope this wasn't disappointing to you all. Please, a few reviews about how you thought the whole story was would be good. They are not necessary though. PMs work just as well. It's been a great pleasure answering your questions and learning some more. I'll miss you all if you don't decide to come in the next season. If you have any countries you'd like me to put, you can PM me or review it.
This has to be the longest note I've written so far, but please. I hope you enjoyed.
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P.S. XD I seem to be in shock over the story finally being over!