2 months later however, Switzerland tried again. This time, America, England, Canada, Prussia, Germany, Austria, France, Italy, Spain, Russia, China and Japan all passed their written tests. Gilbert was watched somewhat sternly and did not cause any trouble. But he secretly was listening to Rammstein while taking his test, on a very low volume so no one could hear him. But when he shuffled through his pocket to change the track, Basch asked him what he was doing. "Gilbert, vhat are you doing?" he asked. "Eh, Nozhing, I have an itch on my top leg" replied Gilbert and he also wriggled his hand as if he was scratching to pull the wool over Basch's eyes.
Then later, after Basch had compiled the results, he announced the result. "You have all passed your written test" he said "But however, you vill need to take your driven test in a veek from today" The nations all gasped in awe. "Whoa...can you give us an old Ford Mustang or something?" asked America. "Or a Porsche?" added Gilbert. "I'd like a Mini Cooper" said England. "Yeah...Citroen 2CV for me!" added France. "How about a Honda for me" said Japan "That matches me up very well, or a Toyota?" "I vould like a Volkswagen Beetle" said Germany. "Fiat 500! Ve Ve Ve!" giggled Italy. "SEAT for me?" added Spain.
Basch had enough. "SILENCE!" he said sharply "You vill get vhatever car zhat is available, regardless of zhe make, and a RHD version vill be available for England and Japan, you vill get vhat you're given!" The nations subsided at that. Then Basch noticed Gilbert's earphones. "Vhat zhe hell?" he muttered "Gilbert?! For how long have you had zhem earphones in?" "Er...I only just put zhem on!" replied Gilbert. Basch looked at Gilbert. "I just hope you did not put zhem on during zhe test" he said. "No...I did not" replied Gilbert. Then Basch turned to the other nations. "You're all dismissed, driven tests vill be next veek!"
With that, the Hetalia nations left the Driver Training Centre for home, until 1 week's time.
1 Week later however, America, England, Canada, Prussia, Germany, Austria, Italy, Spain, Russia, Japan, France and China all turned up to the Road Test Centre unit of the DTC where Switzerland was waiting for them. "Okay, you are all here" said Basch "And now, zhis is zhe car zhat everyone except England and Japan vill be using" And he pointed to a car that he got from the former Eastern Block, but he fitted a new engine in and modernized the parts but keeping the old look. "WAS ZUR HÖLLE?!" gasped Gilbert "IS ZHAT A TRABANT!" "Oh Mein Gott, zhat is a Trabant!" grumbled Germany. "I am not taking my driving test in a Trabant!" said Roderich haughtily.
"You idiots!" barked Basch. "Zhat is not a Trabant! Zhat is a 1979 Škoda 120L, it is not a Trabant, only heavily modified by me and a few ozhers." Everyone except England and Japan started at the Heavily modified 79 Škoda 120L, it was an old Eastern Block car after all. "Holy Crap" gasped Alfred "Hope there is nothing to communist about it..." "ENOUGH!" barked Basch "Or you might be insulting Czechia!" "Alright" sighed Alfred. "Don't wanna break my friendship..."
Basch then cleared his throat to present another car. "And zhis is zhe car zhat England and Japan vill be using" and Basch pointed to a 1997 Rover 400H , much to Arthur and Kiku's delight. "Whoa...that looks amazing!" smiled Arthur as he saw a British made car in front of him. "Hmm...yeah that is nice" added Kiku, and the others looked in dismay. "Zhat is not fair!" said Roderich haughtily "Vhy do England and Japan get a more modern car vhile ve have to use a recycled Easter Block car zhat is modified" "Zhat is vhat I could find!" replied Basch. "Like it or Lump it! I did tell you zhat you vill be getting vhat you are given!" "Well a Ford Mustang would have been better..." sighed Alfred.
"Anyvay, enough of zhat" said Basch firmly "Now vill you please give me a moment and Germany shall be zhe first one to do his test" With that Basch got into the Škoda 120 and started it up. It made a somewhat turbo roar, similar to a Ford Mustang, much to Alfred's delight. Ludwig stood in his position waiting for the car to be handed to him. Basch got out and explained the course. "Okay, so, zhe course cannot be much simpler. You must drive vizhin zhe orange cones, look of for pedestrians and trains, and zhere is also jump ramps as vell. Zhere vill also be a bit of racetrack like road for about 500 meters before a 180 degree turn back and anozher 500 stretch of track, before some more jump ramps and zhen you vill land back here on zhis ramp" As he pointed to the ramp in question, the nations had a look. "Is zhat clear" asked Basch. "YES!" the nations replied.
Ludwig got into the test car ready for his driving test. "Vell, zhis should be easy" he said as he got behind the wheel and ready to pull away, but he had to hold his fire for Basch to get in with his clipboard. "Okay, you're good to go!" said Basch and with that, Ludwig put his foot on the accelerator and pulled away. "Zhis car is defiantly not a Trabent..." thought Ludwig as he began to tear through the course. Basch began to make his notes as Ludwig tore through the course.
Then Ludwig saw a pedestrian on crossing the road. "Out of my vay you schtupid pedestrian!" snarled Ludwig and accelerated towards the pedestrian, running him over. "Dummkopf!" rumbled Ludwig and carried on towards what looked like a British Rail Class 153 train that belonged to Northern Rail be used as the train for the crash test course. "Vhat is zhis?!" grunted Ludwig and he tore across the track before the train could hit him. Then came the jump ramps over a pit of burning oil.
The car flew over the ramp and back onto the ground where Ludwig weaved through the cones but knocking several of the over and then reaching the half kilometre stretch, with that, he pressed down on the accelerator and the car sped down the track. "He is going to fast" though Basch "Could he not see the 120km limit?" "On zhese roads zhere is no speed limit!" grunted Ludwig. Then he soon saw the bend where he had to turn...but there was also an oil slick on the road. Ludwig did not see the oil slick until too late. "VERDAMMT!" gasped Ludwig as he slipped on the oil slick and crashed into the barriers, sending him flying out the windscreen and flying into a tree. Ludwig fell to the floor. "ZHAT VAS MEIN NUTS!" he screamed, as Basch filed in the report. The car had to be fitted with a new windscreen, but these were made to be easily installed to save time and effort.
Ivan was the next to take his driving test. "So, It's my turn, Да?" asked Ivan as he got in the car. "Yes, I zhink you know vhat to do" replied Basch. "Хорошо!" replied Ivan as he began his test. He pulled away and took the first corner of his test. But for some reason, there was a booster feature in the car's engine that can make it go a lot faster. Ivan found the "Turbo" button on the dashboard as he approached the pedestrian crossing with a pedestrian walking by. Ivan pressed the Turbo button and the Car boosted and shot past the pedestrian at the skin of his teeth.
The car then speed past the train and then approached the ramp. There the boost made the car take of like an aeroplane. "Vhat zhe?! Ve are flying?!" gasped Basch... "VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDKAAAAAAAAAAA!" yelled Ivan as the car began to fly, past Moscow, past Perm, through the cold Siberian air, above Lake Baikal and Vladivostok, at this point Basch fell out the car. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" he screamed as he fell down to earth, landing on the finishing ramp. "Ooooh" he grunted and then began to get up but then Ivan and the car fell back down from the sky back on him. "Отлично!" laughed Ivan as he got out the car but then saw Basch. "You okay zere?" he asked. Basch got up and grunted.
Next up was Gilbert. "Ahahahha, zhis is gonna be awesome!" laughed Gilbert as he got in the car. As he got in he found a radio in the car. "ALRIGHT!" he chirped and then turned it on, much to Basch's disapproval. "I vill not have radio during zhe test!" he said firmly. Gilbert put it on and Rollin' by Limp Bizkit blasted out the speakers. "Hahahaha zhis is cool!" laughed Gilbert as he drove off. "Erm...hang on" then he changed the station. Then came on "What is Love?" by Haddaway, and with that, Gilbert began bobbing his face to the trademark beat. "Zhis seems appropriate!" he laughed. Basch then turned the Radio off. "Stop zhat now!" he barked. But Gilbert had other ideas. "Ah yes...RAMMSTEIN!" he laughed.
With that, he turned on 'Sonne' and when the guitars kicked in after Till Lindermann's counting, Gilbert began head banging to the beat. Basch had enough and turned the radio off. "ENOUGH OF ZHIS, NOW DO YOUR DRIVING TEST!" he barked. Gilbert stopped head banging and then put his foot on the accelerator. He saw the pedestrian ahead. "OUT OF MY VAY!" he yelled as he thundered forward at high speed and ran the pedestrian over.
Then he saw the train coming. "OUT OF MY VAY AS VELL TRAIN!" sneered Gilbert and tore across the tracks before the train hit him. "YEEEEEHOOOO!" hollerred Gilbert as he flew over the ramp. The next thing he did was weave his way through the cones, but he drove so recklessly that he knocked a lot over. Then there was the half kilometre. "HERE I GO!" laughed Gilbert and put his foot down on the pedal. With that, the car sped off like a rocket.
"GILBERT! VILL YOU SLOW DOWN!" yelled Basch "ZHIS IS GONNA MAKE ME VOMIT!" But Gilbert carried on tearing down the road, but then he saw the oil slick. "FUCK...GET OUT ZHE VAY!" He tore past the oil slick and round the bend, then back on the straight stretch of road. "SLOW DOWN!" cried Basch "I FEEL SICK!" But Gilbert did not, until he saw a tree on one side of the road. "OH FUCK!" he gasped and swerved past it, back towards the cone course and then to the finish. Basch got out the car and vomited in the bushes. He then filed the report, and added that it made him vomit his previous 2 meals he had in the day. Then he took a drink of water.
Next up however was Arthur. Basch walked over to start up the Rover 400 for Arthur, and drive it to him. "Oh this is just so excellent" remarked Arthur as he got into the car. It did not have that Mustang like sound of the other car. Basch belted in on the other seat, as this was a RHD car. "Okay, lets go!" said Arthur and he drove off. "Out of my way you bastard traffic cones!" he snapped as he tried to get on track. Then he came up to the pedestrian crossing. Arthur was not paying to much attention until too late, where he slammed on the brakes to try avoid running the pedestrian over. But he knocked him over and he had to go to hospital with a broken leg.
Arthur then found the train. "Bloody Northern Rail!" he thought to himself. "They've done enough to cause misery by making people ride cattle trucks that bounce up and down!" By that, he was alluding the the Pacer DMUs that no one liked. Arthur charged forward at the train to try and push it off the rails. But he missed. "Bollocks!" grunted Arthur and then reversed to get ready for the ramp. After a charge forward and jump over the ramp, there came the cone test. Arthur weaved his way through the cones but hit a few as well as knocking over a wooden water tower.
Then came the half-Kilometre run. "I'll get this bloody thing out the way" grumbled Arthur and then hit the acceleration down the road. "Fucking hell, an oil slick!" gasped Arthur as he saw the oil slick near the bend so he swerved to try and avoid it. "Bloody hell that was close!" he sighed to himself, but then ahead was the fallen tree. "What is that fucking doing there?!" he gasped as he passed the tree. "Bloody hell!" Then he got to the end of the track and skidded to a halt before doing the final leg of the test. Arthur had no patience so he stamped the pedal and sped off before completing the test, but not before bumping into a tree. "That was so..." gasped Arthur as he left the vehicle. "I don't know what to say"
Next up was Alfred, who was quite eager to do his test. "Alright! This is on!" he giggled as he got into the Škoda 120L. "Man this is gonna be a Mustang of an experience" With that he pulled away quickly and began to see the traffic cones. "Heh well...whatever" laughed Alfred and then accelerated towards the Pedestrian crossing. "'Scuse me coming through!" called Alfred as he sped past the pedestrian towards the railway track where the train was approaching. He sped across the tracks but the train just clipped the tail end of the car and Alfred swerved out of control knocking over several cones, but he managed to stop.
"Holy crap that was close!" he gasped before reversing to tackle the ramp. "HERE WE GO!" he laughed before pressing down the pedal to fly over the ramp and back onto the ground where all the cones were. Alfred did not actually knock any cones down but before the half-kilometre stretch, he stopped and got out the car. "I gotta pee" he said and ran towards a tree just a few meters away. "Vell be quick!" said Basch as Alfred unzipped his trousers and started peeing.
Basch went to his notes. "Vhy has he not put zhe hazard lights on vhen stopping in zhe middle of zhe road" he grumbled and wrote down a negative result. Basch grunted. "Zhey all seem to be failing so far, I vould of expected better from zhem!" He wiped the sweat off his face and then saw Alfred zip his trousers back up and come back into the car. "Much better" sighed Alfred and got behind the wheel again. "HERE WE GO!" and with that he pressed down on the accelerator.
Alfred sped down the road, but not as recklessly as Gilbert had. "This is fun...FUCK AN OIL SLICK?!" With that he swerved past the oil slick and around the bend and then passed the fallen tree. "I woulda though they'd cleared that!" muttered Alfred as he carried on down the road. Then he completed the final leg of the test and cheered. "THAT WAS COOL MAN!" Basch did not think his driving was cool at all.
Next up was Matthew. "I will...do my best!" he said as he got into the car. "I'll do it easy and not too fast" But then he remembered about his impatience of reversing trucks 2 months earlier. "Nahh, lets go!" he said and then pulled away.
He thought it was going well until he passed the pedestrian crossing where he actually let the pedestrian past. He hit a cone and lost control. "Whoa...WHOAAA...I'VE LOST CONTROL!" he cried and the car's tyres screeched over the road as Matthew struggled to regain control and finally crashed into a tree. "Zhat's vhy zhe car's front is made to be indestructible" said Basch grimly to a stunned Matthew. Then he reversed the car back to the start. Matthew did not do to well...
Author's notes:
When the nations were saying their preferred car, it's a reference to the country where the car brand originates, like Citroen=France, SEAT=Spain.
I know Czechia is not an official character, only exists in OCs, but was mentioned because of course of Škoda that is from the Czech Republic. Somehow before the war, Czechoslovakia used to drive on the left like Arthur and Kiku, but it was changed since Hitler invaded the Czech lands and they've driven on the right ever since.
My family had a Rover 400 that we acquired from my Grandparents when I was young, it was dark green and was 400H, Hatchback model. It is pretty similar to what Arthur and Kiku are driving, as they are Left Hand Drivers.