Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia. :)
EPILOGUE – THE AFTERMATH: EVERYONE!
Austria, Romano, and Spain accepted their trophy gracefully and collected the cash reward.
"Gracias!" Spain shouted to the audience for a smattering of applause.
The three made their way off stage.
Almost immediately, Denmark and America fought their way back on stage…and were interrupted once again by security guards. This time, however, they fought even harder, as their goal was tackling Prussia. (They had made a bet to see who could tackle him first. A ridiculously large bet.)
Eventually, Norway and Germany dragged their respective band mates off to the side. Norway dragged Denmark by, as you can guess, his tie. Germany just took America's arm.
"Whew!" said America. "We really lost, didn't we? Wonder how…"
England raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you hear Poland? 'Like, my ears were bleeding because of America,'" he mimicked Poland.
France clapped. "That was a very good mimic."
"Thank you, Frog."
America fiddled with his glasses. "I wasn't that bad."
"Your French was pretty bad," Canada admitted apologetically. "Sorry, America."
"What's that? Dude, I can't hear you, you've gotta speak up," America told his brother cheerfully.
England restrained himself from facepalming, and instead found something else to focus on. "Oi, what's with the lights?"
The spotlights were spinning around and the beams bounced about the audience.
"OOOOHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" the audience gasped, thinking this was another part of the show.
"Aiya!" exclaimed China. "Why we have so many technical problems?!" He ran around, frantically trying to switch off the spotlights.
Estonia was also panicking, trying to figure out which buttons to press. "Do I hit ctrl + g + f or ctrl + t + g?! Lithuania, help me!"
But his fellow nation was just as confused. "I don't know what's going on!"
Meanwhile, Russia was making Latvia even shorter by pressing down on his head. "Why are you so short, Mr. Latvia?"
"For some reason, I am having a strange sense of déjà vu," Latvia commented. "And I am too short because you are always pressing down on my head."
"Stretch! Stretch! Stretch!" Russia cried as he "stretched" Latvia.
"OW… Like I – ow – said, déjà vu! OW!"
"Found it!" Estonia cheered. He punched a button, shutting down all of the lights.
China groaned.
"Sorry."
The Nordic 5 and International Cat Lovers all ended up going out for dinner together. Germany, Denmark, and America were talking about beer, while England talked to Norway about magic. Finland and Italy were happily talking about Christmas while Sweden listened on and occasionally grunted. France and Canada talked about French and how horrible America's singing was, and Iceland and Japan talked about different types of fish.
"Vell, vell, if it isn't ze losers," gloated Austria. "Jealous, little brother?"
Germany sighed. "Nein. Vhy vould I be? I do not care about zis stupid 'battle'."
"Winning is important! But you wouldn't get that, being a potato freak," Romano jeered.
Italy perked up. "Fratello! Your singing was very good!"
"Grazi, but I already know," Romano said with a snobby sniff.
"Ah, Romano, you're so modest!" joked Spain. He was still carrying his Spanish guitar, and was absent-mindedly playing a strum or two here and there.
"Curse you, Spain!"
There was a short but awkward silence.
"What are you doing here?" America asked finally. "To gloat?"
"Or are you just desperate to be around good people like us?" France asked slyly.
"Are you going to buy us free beers?" asked Denmark hopefully.
"Ve're not here to gloat, ve're better zan you anyvay, and nein, no free beers," Austria answered in an annoyed tone. "Ve just vanted to shake hands and all zat to display good sportsmanship."
The Nordic 5 and International Cat Lovers went quiet at that. There was an awkward and heavy silence following, neither band knowing what to say or do.
Finally, Sweden stood up and stuck out his hand. "Good game, yeah?"
Spain shook it. "Si, good game."
Italy bounced up and shook his big brother's hand. "Good game, Romano!"
"Yeah, yeah, Veneziano, whatever." Romano jerked his hand back.
"Hey, Austria, dude, good game!"
"Good game, Spain! Tell Prussia I say hello, oui?"
"Good game! Buy me a free beer?"
"Good game, Austria. Watch out for America and France."
"Germany, good game, ve~!"
"Italy, I'm on your team."
"Japan, it was a good game, si?"
After every nation had stood and shaken hands, the three groups were unsure of what to do. "Vhy don't you eat dinner vith us?" invited Germany. "Ve haven't ordered yet, and I am guessing ze three of you have not eaten yet."
Romano, Spain, and Austria exchanged looks. "Sure, why not?" Spain answered for the three of them.
And thus, a wonderful new friendship blossomed.
(Not that it was perfect, but it worked. Mostly.)
FIN
All done! I'm kind of sad... I really loved writing this. :)
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- ImaginaryParchment