#action entry

[hetalia-session]

==>China: Be successful in getting a working computer.

China then proceeds to be someone who has a working computer.

Berlin, Germany 11:30 PM CEST

The lights of a house glowed steadily into the dark street. Inside, two men were wide awake, working in their own ways.

One of these men, the one with the unknown secrets, entered his study, switching on the lights as he entered. He made his way to his desk and sat down, reclining a bit to calm his nerves. Being awake at these hours was not an unusual activity for him. Work was also one of this priorities and staying up late was common for the amount of paperwork he received.

Speaking with priorities, this man didn't even need to show his name to introduce himself.

His name is LUDWIG BELISCHMDIT. However, his last name was always in question so he is also addressed as BUNDESREPUBLIC DEUTSCHLAND, DEUTSCHLAND, or GERMANY. He is known for BEING LOYAL TO THE RULES, a PERFECTIONIST, and VERY BUSINESS LIKE. However, Germany has trouble socially and CAN BE SEEN AS PESSIMISTIC or FATHERLY by younger females. He usually seeks guidance from GUIDES and MANUALS. Germany can however be very sweet at times because of his LOVE OF DOGS and SWEET-MAKING. He has TROUBLE RELAXING at times and DRINKS A LOT WHEN VERY ANGRY (note: speaking German doesn't count as angry*).

Thinking back on his introduction, Germany wondered what he forgot. Oh, yes. His pesterchum name. His bruder had helped him make it willingly despite being a bit upset when he wasn't allowed to play along. Wondering what was done, he sat down at his desk and activated his OPERATION FETCH MODUS, which he had activated earlier with his WRENCHKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS. After a few deep breaths, Germany started to slowly pull out the laptop-like object from the board. As he pulled it out, his (1)LAPTOP appeared in his hands.

Placing it in the table, Germany opened it and went over to his pesterchum account. He would most likely have to contact America first. After all, this was his game. As he was about to click on a chat with America, he noticed something unusually. Looking closely, he realized something that immediately made him start a chat with Japan instead.

--germanWurst began pestering japaneseOtaku-- JO: Herro, Germany-san. JO: I was just tarking to Itary-kun. JO: Germany-san?

Germany was slightly shaking in anger and annoyance. He was barely able to contain his frustration.

GW: I apologize, Japan. GW: I just... Can't... Get over... JO: Germany-san, are you alright?

He heard a slight creaking sound from behind him and ignored it. An albino man came into the room and, noticing Germany was on the computer, went over and began to read over his shoulder.

GW: Japan, do you knov hov to change the pesterchum name? GW: Mein dumkopf bruder made mein und I can't seem to change it.

Germany heard a snort from the watching man.

GW: It's irritating me very much. JO: I don't see anything wrong with your name. JO: Courd you terr me why it's making you so mad? GW: I don't vant my name to be symbolized by a piece of meat.

"Hey! You shouldn't say that about wurst! It's pretty awesome after all!" Germany recoiled, pushing the man's face away.

"Don't scream in my ear, bruder!"

The albino puffed out his chest. "Excuuuuuse me, West? Did you just talk back to your older brother dearest? The mighty, awesome Prussia?"

Germany glared. "Please let me work. I'm speaking with Japan."

Prussia grinned. "Oh really?" The albino pulled out an iPhone and began typing. Germany sighed as his brother wandered towards the door before returning to his screen. For a moment, he stared at confusion.

"Did... I write that?" No, he was positively sure he didn't.

JO: Ah, good point. GW: JAPAN!!! JO: Germany-san? GW: JA ITS ME THE BIG MUSCLEHEAD

"Musclehead?" Germany stared in confusion, trying to put together what was going on.

GW: ICH LIEBE MEIN PESTERCHUM HEIßE

"Wait..."

GW: UND MEIN BRUDER IS AWESOME

Germany bolted up in his seat. "BRUDER!" He heard the scuffling of feet from down the hall and ran towards it. There, Prussia was running, thumbs tapping on his iPhone as he used his brother's pesterchum account. Germany caught up, grabbed Prussia's phone, and pulled it away from him.

"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Such disrespect! Don't treat your older bruder this way!"

"DUMKOPF!"

"Give me my phone!"

"NEIN!"

"Hey look! Ita-chan isn't wearing pants again!"

Germany turned his head. "ITALIA! WHAT DID I SAY-" Prussia grabbed the phone and typed something in before Germany jumped for him again, narrowly missing him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Prussia chuckled as he ran out of the room. "I changed your pesterchum name since you didn't like the first one~" He called back, his eyes still on his phone.

Germany growled but straightened himself up. This was getting no where. What was he even thinking? Sometimes his brother was too much for him...

He returned to his study, sitting at his desk and reading over the conversation. Germany was only expecting as much as his brother.

JO: Germany-san? Is everything ok? GW: THE ONLY PROBLEM IS IM NOT AS AWESOME AS MEIN BRUDER GW: HE IS SO AWESOME I COWER IN FEAR GW: I JUST WANT TO AEXSGEFTIGMTON,P JO: Germany-san, are you arright now?

His blood ran cold. He didn't. He wouldn't. Prussia didn't dare.

germanWurst changed his name to germanCakemaker

"PREUßEN!"

Hiding in his closet, Prussia could hear Germany's roar. He silently typed Japan a reply before closing the app.

JO:... GC: VERDAMMIT

((*Germanic languages sound like they're yelling.))

China: Feed Korea. <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==>China: Feed Korea.

The two countries walk into the kitchen, the younger one taking a seat at a low table and the other walking over to the stove. He added the leaves into the tea pot before pouring in water and placing it into the stove. China watched it for a moment before turning back to Korea.

"Just wait, alright. The tea will take a while."

"Of course, Aniki! I know that! After all, tea originated in Korea~!" China sighed a bit before walking over to the table and sitting. "So, did your boss let you off, too?"

"Yup! He mentioned something about a world peace project or whatever."

China smiled, placing his hand together. "Yes. America came up with it. It's apparently a video game."

Korea jumped up, placing his hands on the table. "Really?!? Cool!"

The older one laughed. "Settle down. Apparently there is only a set number of players allowed."

His face dropped and he sat back down. "Ah... Alright. I apologize for my outburst, Aniki."

"I never said you couldn't help out."

The younger's face perked up like an excited puppy. "I can?"

"Of course. I would like the help." 'After all,' China thought, 'You think and act an awful lot like America. This game may be a bit strange to me since I didn't mass produce it per usual.'

Korea watched as China started taking out ingredients. "What type of dim sum are you making, Aniki?"

"Cantonese shumai. I bought the pork and mushrooms yesterday so they're still fresh." China smiled when he heard the excited gasp from the Korean. "It will take a while so-"

"Aniki, I'll make it!" China turned his head to the Korean who was already coming forward. "After all, it originated in me!"

The smaller nation looked at him with a somewhat exasperated look. Korea knew that any shumai was prepared by a master chef. This would impress Aniki! China, however, knew that Korea hadn't been taught much about Cantonese shumai.

"C'mon, Aniki, pleeeeeease?" Korea gave him puppy dog eyes and China sighed, lifting his hands up.

"Alright. But they're very difficult to make."

Korea took China in a bear hug. "Don't worry you won't regret it! Here, you get started on the game! I'll prepare it some while you're playing!" The taller nation gave the other a little push to the door. "Go ahead, Aniki!"

China stumbled a bit to the door before sighing and continuing through. He made way towards his room and stopped, sighing once more. "My house hasn't been this noisy in a long while." A small smile came to his face, reminiscing of the times when all his younger colonies resided with him. They made his home all the more lively. That had all changed when they grew up.

Shaking from his mind the old memories, China slid open the door to his room. His bed was in the center of the far wall. At its foot was a chest and behind the bed was a window, the glow of the garden lanterns slowly leaking inside. He smiled, walking over to his chest, unlatching it, and lifting the cover. From the chest, China took out A (1) STRIFE CARD, A (1) CAPTCHALOG CARD, and A (1) LAPTOP. Before closing it, he noticed one more object before pulling it out. In his hand he pulled out, A (1) WOK.

"What is this doing here...?" He was completely sure he kept all his cooking utensils in the kitchen... Sighing, he picked up the green STRIFE CARD in his other hand. "Now, how do I- AIYAH!"

The WOK was accepted by the STRIFE CARD making China's STRIFE SPECIBUS into IRONKIND.

China scratched his head with his now free hand and glanced at the IRONKIND SPECIBUS CARD. "So I guess... This is my weapon?" He equipped and unequipped his WOK. "I guess so."

Putting down the IRONKIND SPECIBUS CARD, China picked up the CAPTCHALOG CARD. "This says RECIPEKIND." He turned it over to the back, spying two buttons. "I guess I'll press this 'on' button." China activated the RECIPEKIND SPECIBUS. "Nothing really happened..."

He picked up his LAPTOP only to have it put into the SYLLADEX. China blinked a couple times. "Things keep disappearing from my hand!" He looked at the card holding his LAPTOP. Several other, indistinguishable objects were featured on the back. "It appears that these objects make up my laptop. So I can make more of them." China thought for a moment before sighing. "There's not much use for that since I already mass produce these things."

China placed his IRONKIND SPECIBUS CARD in the SYLLADEX before going back to his chest. "Ah, yes! I still need those disks!" He pulled out the (1) CLIENT DISK and the (1) SERVER DISK. "There! Now I just need to install the game." Thinking for a moment, China took out the SERVER DISK from its sleeve and the LAPTOP from his SYLLADEX.

He placed the computer on the chest and turned it on. A wallpaper with Shinatty-chan and himself popped up and he smiled. For the game, Shinatty-chan had been sent home for a well deserved vacation. China opened the disk compartment and proceeded to... Insert... The...

After several failed attempts, China threw his hands in the air. "AMERICA GAVE ME THE WRONG DISK TYPE*!" He frustratedly put the disk back in its sleeve and began to pesterlog the American.

--chineseCook began pestering americanHero-- CC: AMERICA ARU CC: YOU MADE THE WRONG DISK FOR ME ARU CC: I USE VCDS ARU CC: YOU GAVE ME A CD ARU CC: AND WHY ARE THERE ARUS AT THE END OF MY SENTENCES ARU CA: Wow. You're really annoying. CC: WHO ARE YOU ARU CA: I'm Tony. America's busy right now. CC: Aren't you America's alien aru? CA: It's Mr. Alien to you. CA: Now what's this about wrong disks? CC: My computer doesn't use CDs aru. Only VCDs aru. CA: Wow. Must be an old computer. CC: I know that aru! Tell me how to fix it aru! CC: And stop making my sentences end in aru! CA: No way, it's too funny. CA: Anywaaaay, I can't do anything about the disks. CA: You have to use a computer that can use CDs. CA: Try to find one. CC: But why aru? CA: Because every player is only allowed one server and client disk. CA: The rules state I can't make more. CC: What rules aru? America didn't mention any about disks. CA: Because it's more fun seeing you guys all struggle. CA: He says the harder the funner. CC: That's stupid aru! CA: But it's fun. CA: Anyway, that's all I can do for now. CA: Oh look, America found a bat. CC: Wait aru! --americanHero stopped pestering chineseCook--

China sighed and rose from his uncomfortable position on the floor. He closed the laptop, placed it in his sylladex, and made his way to his kitchen again. There, Korea was still busy making the dim sum.

"Aniki, you took a while!"

"Yeah. I was trying to start the game but my computer can't use CDs. I need a computer that does." Korea's hair curl popped up and he turned around.

"I do! It's in my bag! Here, I'll get it!" He ran to his room and back before China could even comprehend what was going on. "Here it is! Japan gave it to me! In return, I'm not allowed to touch his boobs even though their mine!" China sighed, a little exasperated. Korea had stopped that habit a while back. Now he knew who to thank for it.

As China sat down at the table, he noticed the tea should have seeped enough by then. "Korea, bring me some tea."

Korea nodded enthusiastically and came over with the tea cup and pot. He handed the tea cup to China and placed the pot on the table, slightly away from his computer. "We should be able to work this now..." China muttered.

He pulled out the CLIENT DISK and pulled it out of its sleeve. "Here goes nothing." China pressed the on button.

Nothing.

A bit confused, he pressed it a bit longer. Still nothing. "Korea, did you charge it?"

Korea blinked a couple times. "Maybe I didn't, Aniki... Sorry about that..."

"Did you bring the charger?"

"....No."

China sighed, rubbing his temple and returning the disks once again to his SYLLADEX. Just wonderful.

((*According to the episode of Hetalia of the Dead, China uses Video CDs. Modern DVD players don't use Video CDs, apparently. In this case, I made it the other way around. Though, it may not be very accurate.))

Italy: Don't be an airhead. <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==>Italy: Don't Be An Airhead.

You then become someone that isn't an airhead.

Beijing, China 5:30 AM CST

Silence. Even the birds were not chirping at this hour and the dew was still starting to form on the leaves. A man stood in his garden, his movements fluid as he transitioned from one position to the next. As he moved, his breathing remained steady and every so often and sudden kick was delivered towards no target in particular. By this time, he had been at this for an hour already.

The man closed off standing tall and bringing his hands inward before bowing. He stretched a bit and let out a sigh of relief. "That felt good..." he muttered to himself before looking around. The garden was completely dark save for the few lights he had turned on. The sun was still not up.

"One would think it would be harder to get up at this hour at my age..." He walked towards his back door, sliding it open. Above him, a sign hung at the top of the doorframe.

The man's name is WANG YAO, or YAO WANG , but it's hard to tell which is first because his original language is CHINESE which is used by the country for he represents, aka CHINA. His chumhandle is chineseCook which refers to HIS LOVE OF FINE CUISINE. China is ONE OF THE OLDEST NATION IN THE WORLD and HAS MANY DISCIPLES AND SIBLINGS but LACKS AUTHORITY over them. He is EXTREMELY SUPERSTITIOUS and will do anything for LUCK. China is also a GREAT BUSINESSMAN, GENIUS OF STRANGE MEDICINES, and A MASTER OF ONLINE GAMING and ART. However, HIS ANIME IS A FAILURE.

After his lengthy introduction, China now entered his living room, sitting down at his low table. A tea pot and empty tea cup sat there. By now, the tea should have cooled. Looking inside, he saw the bottom littered with leaves.

"It looks like there isn't anymore," he thought aloud. "I better make some more." China stood up, taking the tea pot in his left hand and made his way to the kitchen. As he made a new batch, he wondered if he should make some dim sum for himself.

"Maybe I should make a batch that will last me the whole day. But later I may want to eat something else. Then what would I do with the rest of my food? I would hate to leave it to waste. Maybe I shouldn't make dim sum. Fish would be more suitable." China shook his head. "Ah, I'm getting indecisive in my old age."

Something suddenly caught the corner of his eye. He turned and saw several bags stacked in the corner of his kitchen. Recognizing them, China's eyes widened and he ran (more like fast walked) out of the kitchen.

Upon coming to a door in some hallway of his house, he slammed it open and looked inside. "KOREA, nī zài zhélī zuò shénme*?!?"

A blanket on the middle of the floor suddenly moved. As it was lifted up, a head popped out. With tired eyes, the representation of South Korea looked up and blinked a couple times before jumping up with excitement.

"ANIKI!" South Korea tackled the smaller man in a hug. China fell to the floor as the larger man looked at him with big eyes. "I'M STAYING OVER!"

The smaller nation groaned a bit and pushed the other off. "Aiyah... It's too early in the morning and too sudden. Did you even ask me?"

South Korea got on his knees and bit his lower lip in thought. "Aniki, can I stay over?" China let out a groan as he sat up. Korea came over, slowly helping him.

"Xièxiè**. Next time... Ask me before you come." Korea nodded insistently. "Well, let's go to the kitchen. What would you like to eat? I'm already preparing tea."

Korea shook his head. "I'm not hungry yet. It's too early in the morning."

China waved his hand around. "Nonsense! You look too thin! You need to eat!***"

Korea smiled and nodded. "Alright. I've been wanting some dim sum for a while."

"Then dim sum it is!" They started making their way to the kitchen, Korea making sure China didn't fall over.

(*What are you doing here in Chinese **Thank you in Chinese. ***Asian families will always tell you to eat)

Italy: Call you're best friend. <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==> England: Be someone else.

==> England: Be someone else.

Paris, France 11:30 p.m. CEST

“‘ow the lights gleam at night. Like sweet fireflies blessing ze tranquil features of Paris.” The figure took a slight sip at his wine glass before lowering it and pushing back his hair. “But I won’t be able to for long… All because of zat game of America’s…” The figure sighed and took one last glance at the scenery. “I will be back. I promise.”

The figure placed his wine glass on his table and strutted into his living room. His actions were smooth and fluid, as if he was dancing. He sat down on his couch, picked up the envelope from the coffee table, leaned back, and crossed his legs. The man seemed like the epiphany of sophistication. Across the front of the envelope, a name was written.

"To moi," he commented. “‘Francis Bonnefoy.’"

His official name, THE REPUBLIC OF FRANCE, was only used for formal occasions. He preferred being called BIG BROTHER FRANCE, the big brother of Europe! But regular FRANCE worked as well. His chumhandle, gorgeousAmant, not only showed his EXPERIENCE WITH LOVE but also his love of everything beautiful and everyone he has met (except for that fashion reject). He tends to speak in ze language of amour and speaks in a flirtatious but meaningful manner (except to the monton noir l’Europe). He has a strange interest in STRIKING but is fantastic in FINE CUISINE and FASHION DESIGN. Many describe him as very "TOUCHY" but he would always reply that he "DOES NOT FORCE LOVE ONTO OTHERS."*

Back to the present, France opened the flap of the envelope and pulled out the CLIENT DISK and the SERVER DISK. France looked at it with confusion.

"What am I supposed to do with zis…?" He didn’t have a lot of experience with computers nor American video games let alone intergalactic games. France sighed.

A knock came from behind him. He turned his head to see a man with glasses standing at the doorway. “Ah,” France said with a smile. “I apologize if I ‘ave not been a good ‘ost, Canada.”

His former colony smiled softly. “Don’t worry about it, France. I’m just glad I could get some downtime from my boss.”

France gave a small laugh. “Is zat so? Zen we must ask ‘im to give you more time. After all, Big Brother France loves ‘aving company.” He patted the seat next to him and Canada obliged, sitting down. The country looked at the disks.

"Are those for the project?"

A sigh. “Oui. But ze American ‘as not told me what to do. Je suis perdu.**”

Canada turned to France, his face bright. “I-I can help! America told me a lot about this when he was creating the game.”

France rested his chin on his hand. “Did he rant about it to you and not let you get a word in edgewise?” He gave a brotherly laugh when Canada nodded bashfully.

"Y-Yeah. He usually likes telling me about that kind of stuff and I really do like listening." France patted Canada’s shoulder.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas, mon amie.*** Both you and America are very young still. One day you will both get along. I can tell." He took a deep breath and gave a contented sigh. "Alright! So, what will we ‘ave to do first?"

Canada scratched his head, thinking a bit. “First, you have to set up a fetch modus. This will help you get objects in your sylladex. You can carry as many items in your sylladex as it allows.” He pulled out his own FETCH MODUS CARD, a blue card. “My fetch modus was based off the card game Memory. I need to match two cards with the object I want on them and from there I can get mine.” Canada put his FETCH MODUS CARD back.

France nodded. “I zink I understand… That card looked familiar…” The Frenchman rubbed his stubbled chin a bit before getting up and leaving the room. He returned with a gray FETCH MODUS CARD. Still standing, Francis flipped it over and noticed a switch on the back. “I just turn zis on?” Without a second thought, Francis slid the switch. The FETCH MODUS suddenly wrapped itself in chains and went into the SYLLADEX.

Surprised at the sudden movement, Francis stumbled backwards. “Was it supposed to do that?”

Canada shook his head. “I-It didn’t do that for me. Maybe because these are different fetch modi? Try putting something in.” Francis shrugged and picked up the SERVER DISK and the CLIENT DISK. They wrapped in chains and went into his sylladex. “Alright, try to take them out again.”

After a few moments of silence, Francis looked to Canada with confusion in his eyes. “I-I don’t know ‘ow to get zem out!”

Canada rose, looking extremely flustered. “Don’t worry! I-I’ll contact America or Tony and we can fix this! In the mean time, t-try to equip a strife specibus. They should all work the same. Just get a weapon and place it inside a specibus card.” Before France could say anything, Canada had gone off to the guest room. Most likely to get some more information from his brother.

France sighed. This was turning out to be an unpleasant experience already. He walked out of his living room in the opposite direction to his bedroom down the hall. The Frenchman opened the door and entered. The wallpaper was an elegant shade of red and the Queen-sized bed had a canopy over it. There was a wardrobe to his right and a cabinet next to it. France walk- well, strutted to his cabinet and opened a drawer.

He scratched his head and took out an empty STRIFE CARD. “I believe zis is what Canada is talking about…” France sighed. “Zis is very difficult… I zink he told me to put a weapon in it.” Taking a moment to consider, he walked over to his bed and leant underneath. He pulled out a REVOLUTIONARY RIFLE. “Zis will suffice.”

The STRIFE CARD accepted the FRENCH MUSKET, locking France’s STRIFE SPECIBUS as RIFLEKIND****. He rubbed his temple. “All zis terminology… Only America would use words like zis…”

The STRIFE CARD was put into the SYLLADEX. It didn’t get chained up. Curious, France held his hand out. He pulled out the STRIFE CARD. “Success! I can pull it out!” He placed it back into his SYLLADEX. “Alright, how about the other items…”

After a few moments, he let out an annoyed groan. “I can’t take out the items with chains on zem…” France shook his head. “Maybe Canada has had more luck.”

He was about to exit his room when he heard a buzzing sound. Stopping, he looked around the room when it let off again. France equipped his RIFLEKIND out of surprise and held it at the wardrobe. “W-What was zat?” It took him a little while to realize that it was probably some of the many electronic devices he had stuffed in there.

He unequipped his RIFLEKIND and walked over to the wardrobe. France opened the door to find his laptop alerting under a pile of other electronic devices.

Pulling out his LAPTOP, France accidentally placed it in his SYLLADEX but it did not chain up. “Looks like I can still use zis…” Closing the doors, France went to his bed and opened his LAPTOP.

((*LET ME GET THIS CLEAR. HE IS NOT A RAPIST. I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYTHING AGAINST THIS. **I am lost. ***Don’t worry, my friend. **** I'm just classifying it as such,))

England: Do something. <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==> England: Do something.

==> England: Do something.

What is there to do? England had the urge to retrieve his tea but it should have gotten cold by then. Besides, the living room was now, as much as England hated to admit, Sealand's territory and any attempts to disrupt the area would result in that little twat holding a tantrum. Why did he have to raise such difficult children? Well, there was that one child...

Hmm... Maybe he should speak with him. After all, both of them had been really busy lately and this little project had opened up an opportunity for most of the countries to relax a bit.

England climbed downstairs and peeked carefully into the living room. He'd have to cross it to get back to his office. The small boy's eyes were glued to the screen, his unusually large hat angled in a way the most of his head was covered. The Brit slowly crept in and crossed the room in a hurry, not bothering to check if his tea was still there.

He headed straight for his office and sat down at his desk. Apparently, the server program was still running. How long would it take for that blasted American to fix his disks? Just the thought of it was having England's blood pressure spike up.

After a moment of steaming, he took a deep breath and exhaled in a defeated tone. "God, I'm exhausted..."

England returned to his original task and opened his pesterchum account. His eyes scrolled down the list until he came to what he believed to be the person he was looking for.

--englishGentleman began pestering apologeticCanadian-- EG: Hello? Canada? AC: oh why hello there england AC: how are you EG: I've been very stressed lately. EG: That blasted American is such a bother. EG: You understand, right? AC: america can be a bit rowdy AC: but he just needs someone to remind him to keep a level head AC: im sure youre best for the job EG: Well, who else but a gentleman? EG: Canada, how are you so different than your brother? AC: i believe thats just my personality AC: besides i like taking things slow and steady AC: how else could we enjoy the outdoors

England could already feel his stress draining from his body. Canada was such a calming country.

EG: Anyhow, what are you up to now? EG: Possibly could we enjoy some tea during this little "project"? AC: well... EG: What's wrong, Canada? EG: Something bothering you? AC: i'm actually somewhere already... EG: Oh? Where? AC: uh... EG: Are you at Cuba's house? AC: actually im in europe...

His blood ran cold.

EG: You are. EG: May I ask where in Europe? AC: ... EG: I thought so. EG: If you will excuse me. --englishGentleman ceased pestering apologeticCanadian--

--englishGentleman began pestering gorgeousAmant-- EG: Hello, FROG. GA: Ugh, its ze monton noir l'Europe. GA: Why are you disturbing me? GA: Is it for some advice on your drab fashion sense? GA: If so, you should already know you are 'opeless. EG: What a bother. EG: I had hoped that by talking to you digitally I would escape that ATROCIOUS accent of yours. EG: Regretfully, I was wrong. GA: As wrong as your taste in cooking. EG: Why are you bringing my cooking into this? GA: You were naming things you were wrong in. GA: Cooking is one. GA: Fashion another. GA: There's also the fact you claim you are friends with fées. EG: Fees? GA: Non, fées. EG: Why would I be friends with bills? GA: Fairies, you poor excuse for a nation, not fees. GA: You claim fairies are real. EG: Because they bloody are! GA: Et les licornes et les gnomes et les lapins volants. EG: SPEAK THE QUEEN'S ENGLISH! GA: Unicorns, gnomes, and flying bunnies. GA: Please tell me, why are you not in an asylum yet?

England rubbed his temple. It was already throbbing. Why did that frog irritate him so much?

EG: Well, Pepe le Pew, EG: I was wondering why Canada is in that bloody house of yours. GA: 'ow is that any concern of yours? EG: BECAUSE I BLOODY RAISED CANADA GA: AS DID I EG: HE TAKES AFTER ME AS A WONDERFUL GENTLEMAN GA: NON HE LEARNED MORE FROM ME EG: BEARDED TOAD GA: T'AS UNE TÊTE A FAIRE SAUTER LES PLAQUES D'EGOUTS!* EG: THAT MAKES NO SENSE GA: I DID NOT ANSWER TO BE INSULTED BY YOU EG: WELL YOU KNOW WHAT EG: I WILL SAY WHATEVER I BLOODY WANT TO SAY GA: ... EG: WHAT? EG: SPEECHLESS? EG: OVERWHELMED BY MY IMMENSE BRITISHNESS? EG: WELL GOD BLESS THE QUEEN THE FROG FINALLY SHUT UP! GA: Quiet, Angleterre. EG: AND WHY SHOULD I? GA: Something is wrong... EG: What? EG: Hey, answer me. EG: France! --gorgeousAmant ceased pestering englishGentleman--

England stared a bit at the screen before laughing dryly.

"Blasted toad, trying to put me off my game like that. It'll take more than something like that to throw me off my game."

A huge crash came from the living room. England shot out of his seat.

"Nooooo!"

"Peter!"

He quickly equipped his PISTOLKIND and ran through the door, not bothering to check behind him.

(*You have a face that would make manhole covers pop!)

Japan: Be someone else. <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==> Japan: Be someone else.

==> Japan: Be someone else.

London, England 3:00 p.m. BST

A gentleman sits on his chair politely, sipping his Earl Grey Tea in complete serenity. He set down his cup on a saucer and sighed happily, listening to the steady beat of rain outside. When does it not rain? All the residence have gotten used to it by now.

He placed his tea on the table before leaning back. Ah, glorious. This was the kind of peace he deserved. Not with that blasted America or that frog. They were much too loud. No, no. Only a gentleman like himself could enjoy such serenity. But the old golden days wouldn’t be a bother either…

The man patted down his trousers and stood up, determined to get on to business. After all, he was a gentleman. He made his way to his room and made his way to a computer. Sitting down, he restarted his desktop and was about to open a drawer. Before he could do so, his computer immediately sent off an alarm. He jumped in his seat and it took a few moments for him to calm down. He watched as the computer greeted him, a feature his former colony had installed for him.

"Welcome, ARTHUR KIRKLAND."

He would have put his official name, THE UNITED KINGDOM OF BRITAIN, but it was much too long. He decided to put in a human name he had used often in his long life as a country since it would be strange having the machine greet, “Welcome, ENGLAND.” His chumhandle, englishGentleman, only supports how proud he is of being a Brit with the fact He already speaks impeccable English. However, he has a strange interest in the arts of MAGIC, LITERATURE, and ROCK MUSIC. In his spare time, he EMBROIDERS and cooks wonderfully scrumptious food though some uncultured swine seem to believe HIS FOOD TO BE HIGH DANGEROUS, which is obviously preposterous. They are so difficult to understand, though they claim he is the DISTANT AND RUDE one. They’re the ones who are rude!

As he watches the screen light up, a chat almost instantaneously flashed on the side of his screen. He sighed and opened it.

—americanHero began pestering englishGentleman—

Oh, it was America. What did that idiot want? He should have started the game already. Maybe he was informing him of the development? Either way, like the gentleman he was, England watched the screen, waiting for a reply.

After several moments of getting nothing, England frowned and began typing.

EG: What do you want, you idiot? EG: Well? I have better things to do than entertain some hobknocker who is too busy stuffing his face with hamburgers to start this silly game. EG: It’s already unsatisfying enough that I have to cooperate with this stupid idea of yours. EG: Your stupid ideas are always so bloody ANNOYING all of the time. EG: It’s highly unfit for a gentleman such as myself to be associating with this tomfoolery.

He ground his teeth in frustration. What was that blasted America thinking? Thinking nothing, of course. Even as a child, that former colony of his was running around like a headless chicken. Never thinking. All action.

CA: Dumb Limey

England almost jumped out of his seat. His fingers fumbled over the computer keys, typing a reply.

EG: BLOODY HELL IT’S THE ALIEN! CA: It’s Mr. Alien to you, Limey. EG: HOW IN THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GET INTO THIS CHAT? EG: IT SAYS AMERICA IS CONTACTING ME CA: I found some ways around the system that allow me to participate in other chats. CA: It’s no big deal. EG: IT IS A BIG DEAL! EG: AREN’T THESE SUPPOSED TO BE PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS! CA: They weren’t private conversations. CA: In truth, no instant messaging is private.

By now, England had calmed down a bit. He sat back, took a deep breath, and returned to the chat.

EG: Bloody hell… CA: Anyway, I needed to contact you about the game. CA: America is busy. EG: Busy doing what? Stuffing his gob with those greasy burgers? EG: With those horrible versions of my chips? CA: They’re called French fries.

England frowned and his two bushy eyebrows furled together like two yellow caterpillars. That blasted frog…

EG: They aren’t even French! EG: And why call them French fries? EG: What has that frog ever done for America anyway? CA: He helped with his independence.

England started coughing violently. The corner of his mouth trickled blood and he felt faint. He continued hacking a couple more moments before it stopped. Moaning from the nausea that overtook him, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth before going back to the conversation. God, he wished he had brought his tea with him.

CA: Hello? Are you done ranting? EG: I’m bloody fine. EG: Just make me cough up blood. CA: Great, you’re done. CA: Anywaaaaaaaaay, CA: America needs you to help him start the game. CA: He needs a server player and my diagram had you connecting to him. EG: What diagram? CA:

EG: The bloody hell, why am I connected to the frog? CA: Because I knew it would piss you off. EG: You idiot, a gentleman like myself does not deserve treatment like this. AH: dude you really gotta calm down EG: Finally! EG: Where have you been?!? AH: chillax dude i was just gettin a snack AH: so just sit back and im gunna do my magic AH: stop being such a buzzkill

England’s eyebrow started twitching furiously.

EG: “Chillax.” “Dude.” “Gotta.” “Gunna.” “Gettin.” EG: You’re murdering the English language! EG: No wonder Mandarin is the most spoken language in the world and not English! AH: dude AH: not important AH: we got to get started on this game EG: Fine! Then get on with it! AH: haha yeah about that…

How did he know that America was going to pull a stunt like this right before the game started? God, that blasted idiot.

EG: Oh bloody hell, what did you do? EG: We haven’t even started! AH: i kinda messed up my disks EG: Well why not get more? CA: I only made sixteen. Two for each. EG: So you ruined both of them? CA: Actually, they will be used for different functions. CA: One will be used as a client and the other will be used as a server. CA: America is going to start with the client disk. CA: Limey, you have to put in the server disk. EG: Don’t call me Limey! EG: Fine, I’ll do it. EG: Which one is the server disk? AH: probably the one with the server label around the middle

England opened up his cabinet drawer he had previously was going to open. He took out two clear disk packs, one titled SBurb client around the middle, the other SBurb server. England placed both next to his desktop and returned to the chat.

EG: Oh, alright. I found it. CA: Now just put it in your computer.

He picked up the server disk and inserted it into the desktop. After a few moments, a black window popped up with the words searching for client. Confused as to what to do next, he unenthusiastically returned to the chat.

EG: Ok, I put it in. EG: It says searching for client. CA: America will be your client. CA: Once he can use his disks. AH: hehe EG: Well then go fix them! EG: What did you do anyway? AH: cover them in grease

England could feel a vein on his forehead throb. He slammed on the keys angrily.

EG: YOU AND YOUR BLOODY HAMBURGERS! AH: IM SORRY I CANT HEAR YOU OVER MY FREEDOM EG: OH YOU SHOULD GO CHECK THAT THEN EG: YOU DO HAVE FREE BLOODY HEALTHCARE, RIGHT? AH: you sicken me EG: No, I believe that’s the hamburgers. AH: AT LEAST THERE EDIBLE EG: MY SCONES ARE PERFECTLY FINE! EG: AND IT’S “THEY’RE” YOU BLOODY GIT! CA: Please, ladies. CA: You’re both pretty. CA: Except for the Limey. CA: Now back to the game.

England couldn’t take it anymore. These buffoons were an insult to his gentlemanliness. How did America become this way after being such a sweet child?

EG: I’m not tolerating any more of your shenanigans! EG: You, alien, don’t speak to me again! EG: America, go clean your disks! —englishGentleman ceased pestering americanHero—

England sighed and leaned back on his chair. “Best of the British* to me… These idiots.” He rose from his chair and walked out of the room. England had to prepare after all. His forgotten tea must be waiting for him, probably cold by now too-

A loud thump came from upstairs. England tensed up and equipped his PISTOLKIND. God, he loved this thing. Carrying around guns had never been easier. England held it up and started approaching the stairs. As he came up to the first floor**, he looked around cautiously. What was going on?

A door opened behind him and England spun around, pointing his gun at the culprit. He was surprised to see a little boy rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"S-Sealand?" He stuttered, lowering his gun. The little one growled back at him with annoyance. "Blimey, I forgot you were staying over."

Sealand stuck his tongue out at him. “You’re such an old geezer.”

England could feel his head throbbing again. “Bollocks, I’m not old! I have work to do so don’t bother me.”

The kid frowned at him. “Fine. Can I use the telly***?”

"Just don’t fry your brain like that blooming**** American." Sealand ran downstairs and England could hear the telly changing several channels until one was settled upon.

"OOOOOOOOHH, WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA*****."

Oh blast it, it haven’t even been started and he was already brassed off******.

(*Means good luck in British slang **First floor in British is Second floor in America ***Television ****Another word for bloody *****Spongebob Opening ******The British way of saying pissed off)

Japan: Examine room <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==> Japan: Examine the room.

==> Japan: Examine the room.

The country took his eyes away from his beloved computer to examine his surroundings. His living room was described as old styled, maybe even rustic. The kotatsu table (minus the kotatsu) was positioned in front of him. He knelt on a cushion with his yukata loosely fitting his frame. To his right, Pochi was slumbering peacefully as well as a closed door leading to the kitchen. To his left, several shelves of anime DVDS, notebooks, and manga volumes were lined against that wall, all leading up to a corner where he kept his quaint television set.

Japan didn't need to turn around to know his back door was open. A slight October breeze blew towards his back and he could just imagine the sakura blossoms now. Outside, he had lined many bonsais around his yard and, if he was feeling the weather would be good, Japan would sit under his tall sakura tree and listen to the streets from inside his walled home. Ah, yes. The beauty of isolation.

Japan took a deep breath, cherishing the moment of silence before hearing another alert fork his computer. He sighed, a bit disappointed his quiet time was disrupted. But, what must be done must be done. Japan directed his gaze to the screen.

--americanHero began pestering japaneseOtaku-- AH: hey japan JO: Ah, America-san. How are you doing on your end? AH: hehe well you know AH: im doing pretty well as the hero and stuff AH: by the way do you know by any chance how to remove grease from disks?

Japan's hands paused a moment, wondering at why his associate would say this. He shook his head and continued his response.

JO: Hai, I do. AH: YOU DO? JO: This happens occasionarry when I watch my anime whire eating certain foods. JO: It used to pose as a probrem for me but I found some ways around it. AH: REALLY?!? COULD YOU TELL ME?!? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JO: Don't you have to start the game? AH: had a bit of a set back concerning grease and the disks JO: Ah, I berieve I understand. AH: cool! AH: so could you tell me so I can get my disks cleaned? JO: You wirr need rubbing archor and a line croth. JO: I suggest using the croth you use for your grasses. AH: my grasses? AH: oh you mean glasses! AH: sorry dude your quirk sometimes makes it h a r d to understand what your saying JO: I aporogize for the inconvenience. JO: I wourd change it if I knew how but the program seems to be locked. AH: well that sucks AH: im gonna go find that stuff and then get back to u AH: see ya! --americanHero ceased pestering japaneseOtaku-- --americanHero began pestering japaneseOtaku-- AH: OH I FORGOT TO ASK AH: how are things going for ya? JO: I'm having a bit of troubre starting but I can assure you things wirr run smoothry. AH: great! AH: ok later! --americanHero ceased pestering japaneseOtaku--

Japan cracked a small smile. "That America-san... Arways so excitabre." He reached his arms above his head, stretching out his back. His back has always been a problem for him but Germany had suggested stretching once and a while to loosen it. Lately, the exercises had made his back more flexible.

The country rose from his seat and patted down his yukata. Pochi, sensing his master rise, lifted his head and jumped onto his feet. Japan smiled and took Pochi into his arms before turning to his backyard.

"Pochi, I berieve it wourd be a good day to go in the garden. Even for a few moments."

As he stepped to his back porch, his eyes went over the delicate bonsai that decorated his yard. His sakura tree was still far from blooming but its grandiose structure still amazed him.

"Hm..." he thought aloud. "This tree..." A strange sense of nostalgia hit him. He had seen this tree many times before. After all, this was his backyard. Maybe it was just his old age getting to him.

Japan took one more moment in the fresh air before stepping back inside and closing they door. He let Pochi down(careful not to strain his back) and as he straightened himself he began thinking of what to do now.

The thought hits him that he should receive his GAME DISKS. He thinks for a moment on their current location before concluding they must be in his Pictionary sylladex. America-san had given him this sylladex card and he had taken an immediate liking to it. Pulling out his tablet and stylus, he started to draw out the GAME DISKS. The SERVER DISK in particular.

Japan's stylus flew across the screen and he stopped only when he was satisfied by the final product. He concluded the drawing could have been better.

The SERVER DISK appeared in front of him and he accidentally dropped it to the ground. As Japan reached down to get it, his back suddenly gave out. His eyes widened in slight panic as he could not reach down but could not righten himself.

Pochi ran over, grabbing the Server disk and running off into the hallway, the possession clenched between his jaws.

"P-Pochi!" Japan called out. "C-Come back!" He strained to loosen his back but failed to do it quickly. Japan groaned as he attempted to straighten it.

The dog did not return. "Pochi, get back!"

Japan decided there was no other way. He tilted himself to the side and fell over, wincing at the pain that shot through his body. Japan rolled over several times before feeling his lower back loosen up. Gently, he raised himself on his hands until he sat upright.

"Ahhh, that hurt." He started to stand but Pochi came running back in and sat on his lap, tongue lolling and disk-free. The dog looked up at him with innocent eyes.

Japan gave a slight disapproving look to Pochi. "Where did you put my disk, Pochi? I need that." Pochi tilted his head innocently before running back off into the hallway. Japan had never seen him so 'playful'. The old country sighed and rose. "Looks like I have to find it now."

America: Be someone else. <== | ==>

[hetalia-session]

==> America: Be someone else.

==> Alfred: Be someone else.

Tokyo, Japan 6:30 AM JST

A few moments ago, an entity had spoken with the country we know of as America. He had tapped on the keys of his laptop rhythmically, paying close attention to the detail given to him by his excitable friend. After the conversation had ended, he shifted about a bit to regain some feeling in his rear for, after all, he had been sitting on the floor for quite a while.

Next to him lay a snoozing little dog, a puffball if you will. The pooch was very small and a pale shade of brown made up the color of his fur. His ears were little triangles, laying flat and twitching at canine dreams.

The man smiled and patted his dog before turning to remember what was placed in front of him. He sat in front of a kotatsu table, the (1) LAPTOP open wide on his former pesterlog chat with his associate. Next to it sat a (1) SKETCHBOOK, an (1) ARTISTIC PENCIL, an (1) ARTISTIC ERASER, and an (1) ILLUSTRATING KIT. The sketchbook is open to a recent finished WORK OF ART. The man’s signature is at the bottom.

His name is KIKU HONDA or HONDA KIKU. It’s hard to tell which comes first at times because his official language, JAPANESE, is sometimes hard to translate to English so he just goes by JAPAN. His chumhandle is japaneseOtaku and he speaks Carmry with courtesy and respect. He enjoys MANGA and ANIME which he is very good at making (and shipping). When he isn’t animating or drawing, he is taking care of POCHI, his brown Shiba dog, and eating SEAFOOD. Oh, did I mention that he is A MASTER OF GAMES AND READING THE ATMOSPHERE?

Speaking of atmosphere, Japan feels it is time to commence his part of the game. He gives Pochi a quick scratch between the ears before turning back to the computer. The country opened up a new chat with another of his colleagues.

—japaneseOtaku began pestering italianPasta— JO: Herro, Itary-kun. IP: ve~ its japan! IP: buon giorno! IP: but its actually very late here… JO: Werr, it doesn’t rearry matter now. JO: Are you ready to start the game? IP: ve~ i thought america was starting it JO: He is. But he has requested I herp out. JO: It wirr go by faster if there are two teams working at the same time. IP: ok JO: Itary-kun, I must ask that you take out your game disks. IP: game disks? JO: Hai, the ones America-san sent to you. IP: ve…. JO: The ones we were supposed to use for the game today? IP: oh those! IP: hehe… I lost them JO: This does prove a probrem for us. JO: I advise you try to rocate them. IP: alright IP: did you contact germany yet? JO: No, I haven’t. JO: I wirr contact Mr. Germany after I have gotten you started. JO: The chart says so. IP: chart? JO: Hai, America-san’s friend Tony created one and he sent me a picture. IP: can i see? can i see? JO: Ah, unfortunatery the ranguage is a rittre unsatisfactory. IP: ve? JO: It wourd be best to trust my word that I must have you get started before Mr. Germany. JO: Do you understand, Itary-kun? IP: ok… IP: ill contact you when I find them! —italianPasta ceased pestering japaneseOtaku—

Japan was about to rise from his position but an alert came from his pesterlog. He internally sighed and sat down again. Many people were contacting him today. The country opened the chat without a second thought.

—germanWurst began pestering japaneseOtaku— JO: Herro, Germany-san. JO: I was just tarking to Itary-kun. JO: Germany-san? GW: I apologize, Japan. GW: … JO: Germany-san, are you arright? GW: Japan, do you knov hov to change the pesterchum name? GW: Mein dumkopf bruder made mein und I can’t seem to change it. GW: It’s irritating me very much. JO: I don’t see anything wrong with your name. JO: Courd you terr me why it’s making you so mad? GW: I don’t vant my name to be symbolized by a piece of meat. JO: Ah, good point. GW: JAPAN!!! JO: Germany-san? GW: JA ITS ME THE BIG MUSCLEHEAD GW: ICH LIEBE MEIN PESTERCHUM HEIßE GW: UND MEIN BRUDER EST GENIAL JO: Germany-san? Is everything ok? GW: THE ONLY PROBLEM IS IM NOT AS AWESOME AS MEIN BRUDER GW: HE IS SO AWESOME I COWER IN FEAR GW: I JUST WANT TO AEXSGEFTIGMTON,P

Japan’s eyebrows twisted in confusion. What was going on at the other side of the conversation? This wasn’t at all like Mr. Germany. He scratched his head a little before typing a reply.

JO: Germany-san, are you arright now? germanWurst changed his name to germanCakemaker JO:… GC: VERDAMMIT —germanCakemaker ceased pestering japaneseOtaku—

Japan sighed, rubbing his temples. This was going to be a long game.

Answer that. <== | ==>