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Alright, so first thing is first, the introduction. This is currently my third Hetalia fan-fic, and possibly the first one that will actually include chapters and is not just a short story.

So I won't say the plot or setting, since I want you all to read, but I have noticed a lack of Nyotalia fan-fics. [Actually, I haven't seen any, im sure they're out there but rare.] And of course, there is major yaoi in Hetalia. So hopefully I can provide some fan-service to the male Hetalia fans (that aren't into yaoi) with the reverse. This isn't exact Nyotalia although, it's a mix of the two.

Well anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this fan-fic. Hope you have fun reading!
And of course, Im always open to comments and suggestions, so don't hesitate to post between the Chapters.

Thank you!

[sorry if it's hard to read, im still trying to fix the sentence speperation and crap.]
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Excerpt1: Professor Kirkland hosts the Vacation


“Here’s the things you asked for Arthur,” Peter said with a dull tone. He hated whenever Arthur would get his stupid experimental ideas and drag him into it. Peter would always be his “assistant”. To Peter he was more like a working mule.

“Ah, thank you Peter. Would you mind putting my top ‘at on the rack?” Arthur gently took off the black top hat from his head and gave it to Peter to be put away. He then turned to the things Peter had brought him: cinnamon toast, tea, and his journal. He first took a small bite from a bit of the cinnamon toast and in a noble manner replaced it on the small saucer. his next objective was to quickly scribble down some notes in the notebook Peter had brought him. It was of course, of the utmost importance. It was beneficial to this study and experiment – or revenge to a certain degree.

Over the last weeks Arthur Kirkland (or in this situation he liked to call himself Professor Kirkland) had studied and worked with spells, chemicals, alchemy, and science to develop a chemical that would separate a person’s dark nature. This was the perfect blend of magic and science; of course it would be a success. He was of course, England, the best nation in the world!

Arthur needed test subjects for his experiment, and what better than to invite all the other unsuspecting nations. Besides, most of them had embarrassed him in the last world meeting. He couldn’t stand for this preposterous thing!

“Arthur everyone’s waiting for you in the dining room. They’re all getting somewhat angsty. I-“

“Please Peter, it is Professor. Remember, a true gentleman always calls his superiors by his title,” Arthur corrected him, only sitting back further in his chair and enjoying his tea. Peter only grimaced, annoyed by him, the entire place, and most importantly his stupid clothes.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways I also wanted to tell you Italy was rummaging through your kitchen…he threw away about half the food saying that it sucked. Which, I pretty much agree with him…”Peter whispered the last part under his breath. Arthur only said something about him being first under his breath.

With that Arthur stood up and fetched his top hat again. “Hurry along Peter, we do not have much time before these…bloody gits ruin anymore of this mansion.”.

Arthur entered the large dining room like a gentleman, with Peter tagging behind him with a bored face. The central table was specially built to accommodate everyone that was there. In fact, it was like a world meeting right now anyways. Everyone was talking, screaming, arguing, whispering, about problems, trade, war, alliances, economic problems, history, grudges, the environment; of course, nothing got done either.

Arthur took his stand at the very end of the table, waiting for everyone to quiet down. Of course, a gentleman always waits for others. Slowly the noise began to die down and all attention shifted towards Arthur. It was awkward with everyone silent and focusing on Arthur, that is until Feliciano spoke out sporadically and waved to Arthur.

“Ve ve, hi Arthur~” he greeted him with his usual smile that ended in a painful frown from Ludwig telling Italy to shut up while punching him.

“Ah, jolly good day everyone. I see the chap is excited…unlike some of you here. But anyways, I am sure you are all eager to rest since it was a long trip to this island so let is make this short shall we? You have all been invited to partake in my, experiment. I congratulate you, since my experiments are always something of importance. In fact, they are known the world over. So be joyful, you are all helping the world!”

Germany spoke out, of course sounding a bit angry, “And, what exactly is this, experiment?”

“Glad you asked ol’ chap, I was just getting to that part. You see, it’s actually more of an observation. Yes, an observation. I simply want to study the psychology of everyone under controlled circumstances. For example, being on this island with everyone else. But of course, all any of you must do is simply act as you always do. So in fact, it’s more of a vacation. As you see we’re on a tropical island. With white beaches, blue skies, clear water, lovely scenery, it’s a vacation paradis-“

“Hey Arthur, you’re not cooking right? I mean, I learned my lesson last time I went anywhere with you,” interrupted Alfred with his usual self.

Arthur only placed a hand on his forehead and sighed. “I told you you ninny, it’s learnt, not learned. And no, I will not be cooking for you all, the servants taking care of this mansion shall be preparing your meals.”

There was a loud cheer from everyone, including Peter. Arthur grimaced. “A-anyways,” he was hurt by the food thing. “You shall all be staying in rooms in this mansion. Do not worry, there is enough rooms for everyone, but you must all accommodate accordingly. There is to be no less than two persons per room. You will each get a personal servant to your own room. Now is there any questions?”

Everyone looked around waiting to see if anyone would bring up an objection or question at most. Italy raised his hand. “When are we going to eat?”

“Promptly at thirty ‘till seven.”

“Um, uh, what are we eating?”

“A gentleman never asks something if they are a guest.”

“Can we have pasta?”

“No.”

Italy sobbed on Germany as he told Italy to knock it off or he would rip out his hair curl.

“Ohohohohon, mon’sieur~” spoke out Francis. England made a frown and knew what he was going to ask.

“That reminds me, the only person that is not allowed to room with anyone else is that wine-loving sex addict. In fact, his door will be the only one locked at night.”

Francis was devastated. That no good limey had called him a sex addict! Francis was not a sex addict, he was simply…a Casanova, a romantic. In fact, the only romantic in this entire room of poor eating uncultured losers.

“Bah, but what is the meaning of zis?!” he asked out loud. “Eet cannot be! This is what they call discrimination! You are simply jealous of me. In fact, the only reason you plan to keep me locked up at night is that so you may have a slim chance of resisting me, slim~”

“No France, we just don’t want to be raped by you,” laughed America.

“Psh, you only say that because you cannot find romance you stupid American. It is due to you being fat, unlike moi~”. America sulked immediately at the mention of his weight.

“Aru!” exclaimed China. “Anyone please just make that annoying westerner shut up.”

“At least I do not have a small p***s. Ohohohohohohon~” remarked France.

Blood flushed China’s face at the mention of his small genitalia. “W-what are you talking about?! This has nothing to do with anything, isn’t that correct Japan. It’s onry a rumor that we Asians have small…things.”

“Please, kindly leave me out of this,” Japan said quietly as he turned away form both of them, ashamed.

“Oho ho ho, you see monsieur~ It is true. You are all zimply jealous of me,” France boasted. Some of them laughed or denied this fact angrily towards the Frenchie.

Arthur rang a bell loudly over their erupting noise to grab their attention once again. “Will you please all stop fighting. Now everyone you may head to your rooms. You have about four hours until dinner is prepared. Feel free to explore the mansion, you may all not head outside today. There is a storm brewing and it would be very dangerous. Thank you.” With his final words everyone got up and made their way to the large hallway lined with doors into their rooms. Meanwhile, a disappointed France was led by an unattractive butler to his own personal room; somewhere remote from everyone else.

The mansion itself was very large and beautiful. Situated by a nearby beach, the view of the setting sun was incredible. The beach nearby was calm as ever, inviting anyone to sit on it’s warm beaches and relax with fresh juice. There was something for everyone. Although, in minutes the orange glow of the island was darkened by the incoming storm. Everyone was honest about their feelings, it did feel a bit ominous; as if something was going to happen this very night. Of course Ivan had been the only one who welcomed the storm winds when Italy had stupidly opened a window in the main hall. He was beaten by Germany for his blunder.

“Arthur this is boring. Can I go to my room now?” Peter asked while he plopped down on the nearby couch after handing Arthur the last ingredient.

“No you ninny. Toughen up, remember, a true gentleman knows how to endure boredom.” Peter kept quiet and tried to focus on the cute female nations today. “Anyways, we should head to the kitchen now. The Potion is ready. Come along.” Peter followed Arthur drearily into the main hallway. It was much colder than Arthur’s study. At last they reached the kitchen that was bustling with activity for tonight’s dinner.

“Ahahahahahaha! Those gits have no plausible idea to what is about to happen to them. I will finally have my revenge Peter! Perhaps it is a good deed to separate the dark side of one self, but ironically everyone will fall when that happens. We are like coins, light and darkness. One side cannot exist without the other. Now Peter, help me pour this potion into the food.” After a few seconds there was no response as Arthur dropped bits of the colorless liquid into the soup that was cooking. He already needed the second vial. “Peter I told you to hand me the other vial!” Arthur shouted and looked to see if he was listening. Peter was off on the other side of the kitchen, blushing and asking one of the female maids for a glass of milk.

The meal was quite the spectacle. Everything was delicious and perfectly laid out. Of course there were some complaints from people like America and China, but never the less, they quieted a bit down as they took their first bites of the dinner. The Filet Mignon was cut easily like butter and tasted delicious all the same, grilled to it’s juicy perfection by the skilled hands of a gourmet chef on the grill. The baked potatoes steamed and soften to the right texture, topped with the cheese of royal cows, fresh sour cream, green sprinkles of chives, melted butter, and fine bits of applewood bacon. A medley of baked vegetables crowned the plate on the side. A side bowl of salad with the freshest greens of all. And of course, Tuscan soup, which everyone seemed to deplete almost instantly off their bowls. Vash was thrilled by the complexity and luxury of the meal, but he remained quiet and looked after his sister constantly making sure she was eating properly. Roderich ate nobly and slowly, savoring each bite, reluctant to admit this was better than his usual cooking. Elizabeta made sure he was wiping his mouth almost every moment. Alfred had asked for bread of any kind and attempted to make a burger out of the fine meat and requesting his potato to be fried along with the vegetables. China secretly added soy sauce to almost everything, while Japan ate modestly, adding nothing to respect the chefs that had cooed the wonderful meal. France washed everything down with wine. Germany of course had a beer and ordered more potatoes than anyone. Italy was fascinated with the Tuscan soup, it was close enough to pasta. Ivan of course did not say much either. Only asking Toris if he wanted bits of his food, with of course Toris forfeiting bits of meat and vegetables to Ivan, while Poland would scowl at Russia than instantly hide behind Lithuania. Everyone cheered when desert was brought in. It was an assortment of pastries and sweets like no one had ever seen before or tasted.
America was especially thrilled by this part, including his brother…which no one noticed was there. In fact, most of the people sitting around him were astonished how food was placed in front of this “empty” seat and simply disappeared. If someone disliked any part of their meal they would simply leave the food in the area. Of course poor Matthew tried to speak up, becoming quite annoyed that people were simply dumping more food on to his plate.

After the luxury dinner everyone headed back to their rooms, happy and chatting away with each other. One of the few times that everyone was happy and there was actual mirth among them. In fact, everything was so perfect and relaxing. Some questioned why life couldn’t be this way, with everyone getting along. Night feel and the storm worsened. But, everyone was safe inside the mansion. Nothing could spoil this “vacation”.

(I love Yuri just as much as I love Yaoi so I'm glad you are making this~! But if it's Het that's fine too~! I love Nyotalia~!)

(( I'm loving how this is going so far xD Especially that genitalia part ))

(( PFT you don't have to but awesome lD ))

(This has so much win xD )

[Ah thank you for the suggestion. But I kinda like the island to be un-named, it sort of keeps it neutral. Sort of like the island in teh actual series.

I was actually thinking of putting some countries that have not made an appearance, but they would of course be OC's, and im sure not everyone would be thrilled at my interpretation of a nation OC.

((But do not worry, im eagerly awaiting the day Philippines is in hetalia. I have pride in my heritage you know. > w < ))]

[But remember, they don't exactly show when the Allies defeat the Axis powers.

And Actually, Philippines didn't do much to help defeat Japan. The Philippines was invaded in 1941, and fell in 1942. And it wasn't until '45 that the Philippines was truly liberated from Japan. [Due to Japan's surrender.]
yes there were Guerrilla groups while the U.S. was gone and the Philippine Common Wealth was restored as soon as the U.S. had returned to the islands, and helped the U.S. fight the Japanese on the islands.

And another interesting note of fact, Mexico actually aided in the liberation of the Philippines. ]

(it sounds a bit like layton, I APPROVE! biggrin )