Hi guys, I'm trying out a new format so tell me what you think, alright? In other news, I got a deviantart, so I might be posting some of my stories on there as well, maybe even earlier. *hint hint*. Its fangirlandproud in case you wanted to know. Anyway, on to the story! Please enjoy!
Disclaimer! THIS CHAPTER HAS SLIGHT USUK. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. SIMPLE. Also, this chapter has Death Note spoilers.

Ask America- Awkwardness and Heroes!- Chapter 5

"Hello guys!" America grinned. "It's great to be back after this, ahem, long break." America shot a not-so-friendly glare in my direction.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I apologized. " Let's get on with the show, shall we?" I said pointedly.

"Ah, yes." America replied looking very flustered, as he blushed profusely.

"Geez Alfie, you sound like England." I muttered.

"So what? Iggy's a totally awesome guy, and even if he is a stuck up prick, I still have a giant ass crush on hi-" America's eyes widened, as he realized in shock what he said.

"Oh God... You aren't going to blackmail me with that or anything... Are you?" America asked me.

I didn't respond. I was far too busy sitting on the couch in the recording room in awe. America... in love with England? It was most fangirl's dreams come true! When I finally snapped out of it, I gently placed a hand on America's shoulder.

"America, bro, I'm not going to blackmail you, ok? This is our little secret." I told him quietly.

America nodded dismally.

"Ok, let's continue with the show now, alright?" I asked America.

"Ok, let's do this thing! First question, throw it at me!" America yelled confidently.

"Alright, let's do this crap! First question!" I sifted through the pile of question I had printed out, and finally decided on one near the middle of the pile.

I cleared my throat, and began reading the letter. "America, Why are you always saying that you are a hero?"

America grinned and adjusted his glasses. "That easy, 'cuz I am!"

I sighed. "America, that's not a good answer."

America pouted. "Fine. I call myself the hero because I like to save everyone and be loved be everyone and be the best. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is it?"

I looked at him over the tops of my glasses, clearly impressed. "America... That was a decently coherent sentence that didn't involve hamburgers. I'm impressed!"

America just smiled smugly and said, "I know."

"Alright then, on to the next part!" I looked over the next question on the sheet and grinned. This was going to be fun.

"Ok, America, this is your question!"

"Yeah...?"

"Who would you rather date, England or Canada?"

America groaned loudly. "Aw man, do I have to answer this question?"

"America, you are in debt. Do you want me to call all the countries you're in debt with and let them sort you out? If you don't want me to do that, just answer the fucking question already!" I yelled him angrily.

"Shiny?"

"Yes Alfie?"

"Remind me never to get you angry again, ok?"

"Sure thing, sweetie." I beamed at him.

"Umm, well, England." America blushed. "Because Canada's my bro and that'd be mega super awkward if I dated my brother."

"Ah. That makes sense." I said matter-of-factually. "Next question."

"Okay." Alfred said, slumping back in his chair, looking bored.

I sighed. " America, sit up straight, fix your hair, and for goodness sake straighten your glasses."

America sat up, rigid as a board. "I'm ready!" He shouted with enthusiasm.

"Alright then. Why are you afraid of ghosts?"

America tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, ghosts are scary! What else do you want?"

I smiled. "Ok, America, this person is asking three questions."

America groaned. "What? Three questions? But... But... That's not fair! I don't want to answer that many questions! What if everybody sent in three questions? I would have to answer like... Like..." America though for a moment.

" A lot of questions!"

"Smart." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I know!" America grinned, the sarcasm flying over his head.

Alfred's voice suddenly went serious. "So people, send us a maximum of two questions per person now, okay? I'll get England to make scones, just for you, if you ask more than two questions, starting... now!

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. First question, have you read the Goosebumps books? And if so, what's your favourite?"

"Why are people obsessed with scaring me today? Like seriously, really? First ghosts, now this?" America said. "I bet the next question is going to be horror based, right? Please tell me I'm wrong."

I paused. "You're right." I admitted. "Alright, the question is... Have you seen Child's Play?" I questioned.

"You mean the movie with the scary doll dude?" America asked me.

I nodded slowly.

"Well yeah. But I didn't like it very much!" America said passionately.

"Ok, and last question from this person." I said. "And it's NOT about scary stuff!" I added.

"Okay, lay it on!" America exclaimed.

"If you could switch places with anyone from any anime, who would it be and why?" I read off.

"Hmm. That would probably be... L from Death Note, because he's badass and stuff!"

Uhh, America? You know L dies, right?" I said.

"WHAAAAT?" America screamed. "You spoiled it!"

I shrugged. "Sorry."

"America, what would happen if you met your female counterpart?" I asked him.

"I have a female counterpart?" America looked shocked.

"Yes Alfie, you do." I told him, facepalming as I said it.

"Well, if I met her, we would probably go out and get some fast food or something." America said.

"What would happen if you were the villain? This is the last question, so answer it decently!" I told him.

"Well, number one, I would never be the villain, because I'm the hero! Duh. But if I were, hypothetically speaking of course, the villain, I would be the best villain ever and KILL EVERYONE." America said.

"Alright then..." I said uneasily.

"Well, we're done, so..." America said.

"Bye!" We yelled in unison.