174You're all gonna hate me but... This is the last chapter. I love y'all, but I need some time to work on other stories. I promise I will start another one again... someday. But please enjoy the chapter!
Hosts: *depressed*
India: Why are you all sad?
Kitty: This is the last episode...
America: Then you should have more fun!
Hosts: Right!
Morgan: We will be doing the reviews from last to earliest this time!
Moon: Why?
Duncan: Because she messed up.
Morgan: No I didn't! The first review is from CapsLockReaper;
Ah! What the- I'm stuck inside a review! But- I don't know what to do since I didn't start my Hetalia OOC Fan-Fiction yet! *le gasp!* I will now have to Truth And Dare some people! It's the only way!
Em: Out Of Character story?
Kitty: I think she meant OC story...
Morgan, your hosts on the show confuses me, and like three sets of three of you are almost the same! BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT CAUSE' I LIKE A CHALLENGE!
Chloe: We're the same?
Kitty: How? I'm a country!
Duncan: I'm the only male host!
Awesome: Guys, she also said she liked us...
ITALY! I start with you, because you are me! I look and act like you, and I have a haircurl! Seriously! When I don't brush my hair, it sticks out. My friends say I'm real spacey. But those are LIES. I'm am the supreme genius, and I am very dark inside, hence my OC, which I have yet to create. But it's weird because I am German! So . . . Spacey, Ditzy, Secretly Evil, German . . . ? Anyways . . .
Italy: Cool!
Duncan: How do you people even have curls?
Antarctica: ... No one knows.
ROMANO! You are so sexy and amazing! I DON'T REALIZE WHY I DIDN'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, ALL I KNOW IS THAT I EITHER LOVE AMERICA, ENGLAND, GERMANY, OR ITALY. Oh, no more Caps. Probably not England, but he's a pretty sexy lady . . . LOL, what? If I were a character in Hetalia, I'd get stuck between you and Veneciano. Strange huh? Soft on the outside, hard as . . . something really hard on the inside. I'M A MALT BALL! They taste gross. But, you are the cutest fat guy I know! MR. TOMATO. (LOL, he's not fat . . .)
Romano: *glare* I'm not fat you bitch.
Morgan: Please, no killing reviewers.
So, Romano? What would you say to that Potatoe Bastard kissing your Fratello?
Romano: ...Oh shit. I know where you're headed...
Germany kiss Italy on the lips like you'll never see him again!
Germany: *sighs and kisses Italy*
Em + Costa Rica: *emo corner*
Morgan: Remind me not to have corners.
Ireland: Sure.
Now, Romano, if you don't accept that, may you eat one million potatoes for supper!
Romano: *glares* I hate you.
Chloe: You guys really love to torture Roma.
Romano: MY NAME'S NOT ROMA!
Hey England! What do you say to this? You're considered the bottom, when it comes to America, if you know what I mean.
England: Hungary already told me this...
Hungary: What? He asked... Sorta.
I tasted some Johnny Dodgers or whatever, and they were horrid. Only scones that are home-made with berries and jelly are good! England! Remove America's glasses, tell him you want to taste his lips, then kiss him, then make a strange sexual noise for no reason, then take off all your clothes and wear nothing but America's 50 jacket, then run around screaming, "I DISCOVERED THE WONDERS OF A HOT POCKET!" Then America has to pick you up, and go take a nap with you on top of him. Do you feel better now? To ruin the moment lets have Italy kiss America! Did England get jealous?
Kendra: This is rated 'T'! We aren't raising the rating for this! Right?
Helen: Yeah, you're right. Sorry Caps.
CANADA, ROMANO! YOU MAGICALLY HAVE A CHILD THAT YOU HAVE TO FORCE FEED TOMATO SYRUP ON PANCAKE PASTA!
Canada + Romano: ... The hell?
Everyone else: *just as confused*
Romano! Make out with Canada!
Morgan: *evil aura* I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!
Hosts: *holding Morgan back*
Romano: *kisses Canada's cheek* That's all you get.
Japan! I found some hentai you made of you and Italy. You never told me ...
Japan: *blushing* I-I don't make all of the hentai in my country!
Mein Gott ... Yesterday I found a picture of America making out hard-core with Ronald Mc Donald! I can no longer leave the house, eat fast food, be near clowns, or wear red. EVERYONE'S REACTIONS TO THE PICTURE!
Slovakia: ...
America: Dude! Picture's not real!
Slovakia: Still creepy as hell. *everyone else nods*
Romano, how do you pronounce tsundere?
Romano: How the hell should I know?
Italies~~ I like tomatoes.
My friend disagrees that they are a fruit even though the whole world tries to tell him they are. -_-
Italy: Tomatoes are a fruit!
Romano: At least you like tomatoes...
Hey Romanoooo! "FTW . . . Spamano." I made a bracelet that says that.
Spain: ROOMMAA- *knocked unconcious*
Argentina: You're so annoying.
MORGAN! I gift you with a paper bag of churros from Mexico and Chocolate Cake!
Morgan: *gives Spain churros and begins to eat cake*
Morgan's son! WHAT'S-HIS-NAME! You are sooo cute! Here! A blue cape! Go save Narnia!
Sicily: Thank you! But what's Narnia?
Morgan's daughter! You are now my beautiful fiancé. Yes I'm a girl. SHE WILL MARRY ME WHEN SHE'S 26! It's decided! Here are twenty tomatoes, and a paint gun that only works on France!
Malta: Thanks for the tomatoes and gun, but I will not marry you.
Um, that's all for now? Can my OC be a host?
Moon: I thought you said you haven't really created her yet? But you asked the question too late. I'm sorry!
Oh, and- Kitty! LONG TIME NO SEE! I had to start my anime era over, so I'm a different person now. Remember the good old days when we were really awesome, and unspeakable, neko girls taking over the world secretly along different dimensions? Weird I find you here. I'm not stupid when it comes to writing now. How's your fiancé Ciel?
Kitty: We're just dating and we're doing great~! But it's good to see you again too!
Em: Next is Maiya123;
Hi there, it's nice to meet you all.
Everyone: Hi.
Prussia, in my imagination we fight like a married couple. So do you want to *mumbles* go on a date or something. I honestly don't care if you say no.
Prussia: *looks at Chloe and Awesome nervously* Uh... Sure?
Chloe + Awesome: *glare*
*pushes Austria and Poland into yaoi closet* And after they're done, put France and America in there.
Emily: I guess you like crack pairings... WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS!
Everyone: *sweatdrop*
Hungary, I think Lithuania would be a perfect match for you. But if you don't want him, I'll take him. :D
Hungary: Um, no thank you. Sorry Lithuania.
Lithuania: It's fine.
Georgia: Poor Lithuania...
There should be a double date with Latvia/Liechtenstein and Estonia/Ukraine.
Helen: *thinks* Hmm... *pushes said nations out the door*
Argentina: *distracting Russia*
Czech: *holding back Switzerland* Don't kill him! Latvia is nice!
North Korea, whenever America says the word "hero", I give you permission to smack him upside the head.
North Korea: You are officially one of my friends now.
Last question: Are we allowed to gender-bend people? Because I might do that in the next review.
Em: There are no more chapters...
Morgan: Not a good idea in my opinion anyways.
Kitty: My turn! I have no idea how to do the double squiggle! :D. Dares!
Kendra: But haven't you done one before?
Kitty: *shrugs* China, is it true? Does drinking tea REALLY make you skinny?
China: Well, that and famines, aru.
Kitty: Ok. *looks at America* ... Who are you? *scratches head* OH YEAH! You're... Canada right? *america shakes head, confused* No? Oh, hi America. I have something to tell you... *whispers in his ear* I see dead people.
America: Dude, that's creepy.
India: You should be used to this by now.
Kitty: France, Jean D Arc... is behind you. Since you can't see dead people, you can't see her. Also, you can't move. You'll see why.
France: Zat truly is disturbing. But why can't I move?
Kitty: Italy, I know who killed him... Holy Roman Empire. I know who kept him from you all this time. France killed him. *sob* Now is the time for revenge. Hurt France like he hurt Holy Rome!
Italy: I can't hurt big brother France! Besides, he told me... *becomes a bit depressed*
Moon: Italy! don't be sad!
Duncan: Germany is Holy Rome anyways.
Germany: Vhat?
Morgan: Damn amnesia...
Germany: *confused*
Kitty: England! I found this guitar! *holds up a union jack guitar* Why does it have your name on the back? Why are your hands twitching? Do you want it?
England: *snatches guitar* Please don't touch my stuff.
Ireland: *making note to steal guitar* Interesting.
England: What are you writing you git?
Ireland: Nothing~
Kitty: I'm done!
Timothy: *gets hugged* Ah!
Emily: *hugging Timothy* Timmy told me something~ Timmy told me something~
Timothy: *blushes* I-I did not!
Emily: Yeah, you did! Oh Morgan, Timothy remade your kitchen. It's fire-proof too.
Morgan: Thanks Timothy! Now maybe I can let Emily back in the kitchen~!
Everyone Else: NO!
Emily: *blinks* I just remembered. Sealand has now become my son! *let's go of Timothy, hugs Sealand*
Sealand: Ha! take that you british jerk!
Emily: Duncan, who do you like? Kiss them. 8)
Duncan: I don't have a crush. *small smirk*
Kendra: Aww...
Helen: I hate loopholes.
Emily: Hungary. *gives giant frying pan* Turkey. That's all I got to say.
Hungary: Come here Turkey~!
Turkey: *runs while Hungary chases*
Emily: I.C! *pets I.C* So prettiful~
I.C: Rawr... *leans into Emily's hand*
Emily: *stares at Romano*
Timothy: It's not polite to stare, my Lady.
Emily: *gives Romano a tomato* I'm glad you saved Morgan. Time to kick some unawesome ass! *throws rock at Prussia*
Prussia: *gets hit* OW! Unawesome!
Timothy: My Lady, it's not polite to throws rocks at others. *sigh*
Emily: Sicily, I made a playroom! Let's go!
Sicily: *sweatdrop* Ok...
Mr. Owen: Be careful or she will turn into a pedophile.
Emily: No I won't! Oh and England kill France!
England: *chases France*
Emily: ^_^ And Finally~ Timmy! KISS MALTA!
Timothy: *blushes* W-what?
Emily: HE TOLD ME HE LIKES YOU MALTA~ *runs*
Timothy: M-MY LADY! *blushes and hides behind Morgan, looks at the ground*
Helen: Emily! It's not nice to embarrass people! Wait, never mind.
Malta: *blushing* I-is this true?
Timothy: *nods*
Malta: *walks up to Timothy and gives him a small kiss* I-i-it was only for the d-dare...
Duncan: You stink at lying, you know that?
Malta: *glares while blushing*
Snakey: *still on Germany's lap* I feel so see through some days, like Canada, because the other day at school I was the only person in my row so my teacher told me to move to the front. Well the next day he said he didn't even realize I was there. Another time was at a party because someone took over 200 pictures and I showed up in none of them. And really Russia or America will start WW3, I always put my money on America or China. But on a better note, more truths and dares!
Morgan: I hate being invisible too!
Snakey: Truths. If you could kill one person who would it be?
Everyone: France.
France: Zat is just harsh!
Snakey: If this were one of those typical scary/killer movies who would be the first to go? Who would be the killer?
Kendra: Russia would be the killer and France would die first.
Snakey: Why must you butcher the English language America?
America: I don't!
England: You do.
Snakey: What language should I take next year? The options are French, Spanish, or German. I would like valid reason to take each please.
Morgan: You should come to Pinkerton Academy! We have Sign language, German, French, Mandarin, Spanish, and Latin! We have everything!
Helen: We actually do. We have animal science classes and a student run restaurant with a high tech kitchen.
Kendra: It's very nice. But there are reasons to speak every language. Just pick what sounds interesting.
Snakey: *walks over to Russia and sits on his lap* Dares... Russia, hug please!
Russia: *hugs Snakey*
Snakey: England, go get cooking lessons from Chef Ramsey.
England: I don't need cooking lessons!
Em: You kinda do.
England: *emo corner*
Snakey: America, don't try to pass anymore stupid laws like SOPA or Obama care. Are you trying to lead us into a Socialism country because a type of Socialism is Communism and if we go to a Communism, Russia will be the ones to save us this time, not the other way around. Only reason I say this is because my class had a whole discussion on this type of issue... Got to love Honers World History.
America: Dude! I don't choose the laws!
Snakey: Oh and Japan thanks for the pocky!
Japan: You're welcome.
Chloe: *thinks to herself* 'I am not over Prussia. But maybe if I make him Jealous he will want me xD.' *scans room and thinks to herself* 'Who should I flirt with to Make Prussia jealous...? '*eyes go to Austria and walks up to him* Hi... Can you teach me how to play the piano? * "innocent" smile and twirls hair with finger*
Austria: Of course.
Chloe: *sends a quick text to Hungary that this is just to make Prussia jealous*
Hungary: *nods*
Chloe: *flirts with Austria when Prussia is watching*
Prussia: *slightly jealous, but also scared of Chloe and Awesome's reactions*
Duncan: Ok...? Next review is... *pales as Myrna poofs in*
Myrna: Yay! I got Romania! *gives Romania a squeeze* He's so freakin' adorable! And sexy! BTW, I dare Switzerland to use France for target practice! *vanishes*
France: *runs for his life, again*
Daphne: *walks in blushing* You really think that Prussia?
Prussia: Ja. They gave my a truth serum so I couldn't lie if I wanted to.
Chloe + Awesome: *evil auras*
Em: Daphne likes Prussia~!
Daphne: *blushes more* S-shutup!
Moon: You keep telling us that.
Em: Hehehehe... Prussia kiss Daphne~!
Prussia: *gives Daphne a small kiss on the cheek and jumps behind a couch*
Slovenia: Why the couch?
Em: Italy, play the pocky game with someone *thinks: please let it be me...*
Italy: What's the pocky game? *spazzes a bit when Em falls*
Em: *back to normal* Romano, kiss Morgan!
Romano: *shrugs and kisses Morgan for a minute*
Duncan: *wishing he wasn't here*
Em: Morgan, when's the wedding?
Morgan: ... EVENTUALLY! *sweatdrops as Romano shakes his head slightly*
Em: France, go jump off a cliff... NOW!
Moon: *pushes France off cliff* Hehehe...
Em: Japan, did you know Celeste likes you? Where is Celeste anyways?
Daphne: How should I know?
Em: Oh well... *sits next to Italy*
Italy: Ve, hi Em! *everyone sweatdrops*
Japan: Hai, I did know she liked me. You told me before.
Kitty: This last one's from Ellenthefox!
Ellen: We're baaaaack~!
Erin: Did ya miss us?
Roxy: ...Just hurry up with the dares.
Erin: Fine, fine, Miss Tight Arse.
Ellen: England! Pour tea over America! It can be either hot or cold depending on how crule you feel today.
America: *has hot tea poured on him* Ow! Dude, that hurts!
Roxy: Heh, We also dare Romano to dance the Matryoshka dance with Italy!
Everyone: ?
Poland: Like, what is that?
All: TTFN!
Emily: Well this is the end... *sobs*
Duncan: Don't be sad! We will be back!
Kitty: I hope so.
*everyone waves as the screen turns black*
I'm sorry my readers, but I really must write other stories! I will answer your requests one day though! Seriously! I will!