Hayuka & Natsuka:...
On the first day of pasta Italy gave to me, pasta with a sick Germany.
On the second day of pasta Italy gave to me, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
On the third day of pasta Italy gave to me, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
On the fourth day of pasta Italy gave to me, four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
On the fifth day of pasta Italy gave to me, five carbonaras! Four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
Mikasa: What the hell are they singing?
Miko: (sighs) It's Hetalia. Hayuka made it up herself. "Ten days of pasta", she called it.
Mikasa: What's Doitsu?
Miko: It means Germany.
Mikasa: Cool! It sounds so cute! Doitsu!
Miko: Who are calling Doitsu?
Mikasa: You!
Miko: ...
Mikasa: Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu!
Natsuka: On the sixth day of pasta Italy gave to me, six lagsanias, five carbonaras! Four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
On the seventh day of pasta Italy gave to me, seven macaroneys, six lagsanias, five carbonaras! Four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
On the eighth day of pasta Italy gave to me, eight bottles of wine, seven macaroneys, six lagsanias, five carbonaras! Four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' and pasta with a sick Germany.
Mikasa: Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu!
Miko: ... seriously...
Mikasa: Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu!
Hayuka: On the nineth day of pasta Italy gave to me, nine surrendering white flags, eight bottles of wine, seven macaroneys, six lagsanias, five carbonaras, four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' And pasta with a sick Germany.
Miko: STOP THIS!
Mikasa: (raises her tone) DOITSU! DOITSU! DOITSU!
Natsuka: On the tenth day of pasta Italy gave to me, ten times more pasta, nine surrendering white flags, eight bottles of wine, seven macaroneys, six lagsanias, five carbonaras, four fishy salamis, three spicy pizzas, two 'Doitsu! Doitsu!' And pasta with a sick Germany.
Miko: I want to suicide! (She attempts to suicide while Mikasa continues saying Doitsu and Hayuka along with Natsuka sang the Ten Days of Pasta over and over again.)
Ten minutes later...
Miko: Eh, why am I not dead yet?
Hayuka: Because you are Grell in disguise!
Natsuka: On the first day of pasta...
Miko: SHUT UP! I AM SICK OF YOUR CONSTANT SINGING!
Amanda: DOITSU?
Miko: That too!
Hayuka, Natsuka and Mikasa sat emo in the corner...
Hayuka: She doesn't want us...
Mikasa: (sniffles) She hates us... (Sobs)
Natsuka: Let's suicide!
All three attempts to suicide...
Ten minutes later...
Hayuka: How come we are not dead yet?
Natsuka: Common sense. We are writing about ourselves suiciding in a fan fiction, how can we die while writing a fan fiction?
Mikasa: Easy! One of us pretend to be Germany while another as Italy. The the one acting as Italy will keep saying Doitsu and annoy the life out of the other.
Hayuka: That makes no sense at all...
The group continued talking until 30 minutes later.
Hayuka: (shrieks) OMG! I haven't started typing yet... Miko, after I type this out, I will personally mental and physical torture you...
Miko: How?
Hayuka, Mikasa and Natsuka: Doitsu! Doitsu! Doitsu!
Miko: ...
DISCLAIMER: Looks like my mistresses are busy. Never mind, I'll do the disclaimer for them. They do not own any of the animes they are writing, they only own the plot of this fanfiction.
"Doitsu. Doitsu" Italy called out. "I made pasta!"
"Pasta again?" Germany sighed, refusing the plate. Even since Italy had volunteered to cook for both of them, all he had made was...
Day 1: "Doitsu! Pasta!"
"Ah, sure."
Day 2: "Doitsu! Pasta!"
"Again?"
Day 3: "Doitsu! Pasta is ready!"
"Seriously, no pasta tomorrow."
Day 4: Germany vomitted after eating PASTA.
Day 5: Germany went in the hospital, Italy cried and did not eat pasta for the whole day.
Day 6: Operation for Germany! Italy stayed up all night, next to Germany, eating PASTA. Germany coughed blood.
Day 7: The doctors declared that Germany had caught on the PASTA-overrate illness and was issued to stay in hospital. Italy decided to cook for him.
Day 8: Italy brought porridge.
Day 9: Italy brought coffee.
Day 10(Present): Germany got out of the hospital, cured. Italy, wanting to celebrate, cooked pasta again.
"The doctors told me not to eat pasta I'm sorry. Italy, even of its made with 'love' from you, I can't eat it."
"Why, Doitsu?" Italy wanted to cry. Germanywanted to think of a reply when the doorbell rang.
"I'll go get it." He rushed quickly.
:-;
Italy, sobbing quietly, ate his pasta slowly. Why won't Doitsu eat pasta? Its delicious. I eat it happily everyday. PASTA!
"Italy, are you crying?" Germany looked at the sobbing figure in the kitchen.
"Absolutely NOT So what you got there, Doitsu?" Italy immediately wiped away his tears and gave a brilliant smile to alliance.
"Well, actually even I have no idea what it is." Germany shrugged, holding the parcel.
"Open it. Open it." Italy chided Germany.
"Ah... Sure..." Germany hesitated a little before untying the ribbon.
"Woah, Doitsu, PASTA!" Italy squealed.
Germany facepalmed.
"Wait, what's that letter there?" Italy asked, a finger to his chin.
"Letter?" Germany immediately awakened from his 'nightmare'.
"There, Doitsu, why don't you open it?" Italy waved the letter in front of Germany. Germany paused a moment before reaching for the letter.
"Sp, what's inside, Doitsu?" Italy asked innocently as he watched Germany read the letter.
"Its from the Funtom Acting Industries. They are presenting KuroshitsujiIII."
"Doitsu? What's Kuroshitsuji?" Italy asked again. Germany facepalmed and started exclaming.
"It's an anime. That a 12-year-old boy who is the head of Phantomhive household and rules the Funtom company. He made a contract with a demon and named him Sebastian after his dog." Germany sighed.
"Oh yes! I remember. I love that anime because it had a lot of PASTA!" Italy exclaimed. Germany facepalmed.
"For your information, there is ABSOLUTELY NO pasta in Kuroshitsuji! Anyway, about the letter, its that we're invited to join the auditions for Kuroshitsuji III. Whatever it is, I'm not going."
"Doitsu, you should go!"
"No, never!"
"Then I'll cook pasta every single day, since PASTA is second to Germany,in my list of things I like." (This rings the bell of yaoi...)
"No! No PASTA!" Germany argued. "I'll go to the damn audition!" He sighed. Italy gave a wide smile.
"Yay. But who are you going for, Doitsu?"
"Bard... I guess."
"Then, I'll go as Finny! We can act together, Doitsu!" Italy smiled, then said, "I'll cook PaSTA AS CELEBRATION!"
"YOU WERE PLANNING TO COOK PASTA THIS WHOLE DAY, WEREN'T YOU?!"
Miko: I hate this Hetalia fanfic...
Mikasa: Doitsu! Doitsu!
Hayuka: On the first day of pasta...
Mikasa: STOP IT!
Natsuka: Oh how I love to mental torture you, my dear.
Miko: Do not call me dear!
Hayuka: Natsuka, I think its time for singing again.
Natsuka: No, not now. For now, get on with the story.
Hayuka: Now on with the next story! I mean, now type the next story!
Train Heartnet glanced around at the Chronos.
He fidgeted.
Sven, standing on his left, holding his 'multi-purpose' suitcase, and Eve, emotionless, stood on his right.
"Train, we know you're not Chronos anymore, but your letters come to us as number 13." Sephiria held up the letter with a Roman 13 sign.
"Ah, I apologize, Sephiria, I'll tell the director to see that my letters are sent to Sven's house."
"that's no need." Sephiria answered curtly. "Besides, I received the same letter as you did."
"Uh? How can you receive the same letter as me? I thought the letters I receive are mostly from Sven or Eve."
"Eve writes letters to you?" Sephiria asked.
"Well, yeah." Train shrugged.
"Eve..." Sephiria grumbled.
"I mean, from Sweepers." Train hurriedly corrected himself.
"Ah, okay. So back to the letter," Shaolee quickly changed the topic, "I got one too." He raised a letter with a Phantomhive crest.
(Natsuka: Don't fret! Ciel was the one who insisted it!
Ciel: Did I?)
"Eh, Shaolee, you too?" the sweeper asked him.
"Yeah, " Shaolee shrugged.
"AWESOME~~" Train shouted, " WE CAN GO TOGETHER. RIGHT, SEPHI~?"
"Yeah, Yeah," Sephiria answered, blushing a little.
"Please wait a minute~" Sven did his best Viscount Druitt voice.
"Sven?" Train asked, shocked a little.
"Ah, all the robins that are here left me out. I'm so heartbroken, ah, why? My little robins?" Sven continued.
"Sven is so OOC." Sephiria whispered to Shaolee.
"OOC?" Shaolee asked Sephiria.
"It means out of character." Sephiria whispered back to him.
"Ah~ SVEN, SEPHI SAID THAT YOU WERE OOC!" Shaolee shouted stupidly to Sven.
Sven freezed.
Sephiria facepalmed.
:-:
"So, how did we end up here?" Train asked impatiently to Sven, who was tapping his legs equally impatiently.
"Erh, well..." Sven was about to answer, when the door was slammed open by Sephiria.
"Sephiria and Shaolee walked in, or rather, stormed in furiously.
"Eh? Sephiria Shaolee?" Sven asked.
"You two left your letters."
"So what's inside?" Train asked, opening the letter to read it.
"Dear Train, actor of Black Cat,
Kuroshitsuji III Auditions
It is an honour to invite you to participate in the Auditions of Kuroshitsuji III.
It has been decided that there will be a Kuroshitsuji III, therefore to make it more creative, we have decided to invite other anime actors to participate in our auditions. the details are below:
Date: 31 July 2046
Time: 7.00 a.m.
Venue: Funtom Acting Industries
For more information, please contact Funtom Acting Industries at 03-XXXXXXXX, email them at FuntomActs , you can also go on .com.
We hope to see you there.
'Best acts and passion.'
Yours,
Kiryuu Natsuka,
Direct CEO,
Director of Kuroshitsuji III,
Funtom Acting Industries."
"So, I'm going!" Train shouted.
"I'm going for Druitt!" Sven screamed.
"Wait, you guys, this is the chronos headquaters!" But before she could finish, they had ran off.
"so, who are you auditioning for, Sephi?" Shaolee asked the Number I
"Probably Elizabeth. You?"
"The triplets."
Hayuka: Finally...
Natsuka: There are some more to type you know.
Mikasa: I don't understand why you must type when we have a typewriter.
Natsuka: Because the typewriter is too busy fawning over Sebastian.
Miko: For your information, I AM NOT FAWNING OVER SEBASTIAN!
Mikasa: Then what have you been doing?
Miko: Typing!
Hayuka: Ahem.
Miko: What?
Hayuka: All the papers that needs to be typed out are with me, how can you be typing?
Miko: Not typing fanfictions! I'm typing a love letter to Sebastian!
Mikasa: Seriously, if you are not going to type any fanfictions out this holiday, Hayuka is going to have one hell of a holiday.
Natsuka: I"M the ONE who's going to have one hell of a holiday! My parents are forcing me to study for a scholarship, during the holidays!
Hayuka: I pity you, Natsuka.
Natsuka: You should be.
Mikasa: Anyway, if you are not going to type, Miko, I'm going to annoy you like hell during the holidays.
Miko: No. NO! No more saying Doitsu!
Mikasa: (saying with an evil grin on her face) DOITSU! DOITSU! DOITSU!
