“If you know Gilbert so well, where does he keep his socks and why?” Arthur groaned at this, knowing the answer from the first day they met.

“Microwave. He’s convinced the radiation will give him superpowers one day.” Ludwig still didn’t look entirely convinced, but he relaxed.

Awww, Gilbert!
Btw? Gilbert is the nation Prussia. Ludwig, his brother is Germany, Arthur is England, Alfred is America and Kiku is Japan. OH yeah.

“Anyway, you are coming back to the tour bus this instant! You’ve already been exposed for far too long! They’ll be swarming soon.”

“Who?” Arthur asked. Suddenly, a shrill shriek pierced the air like the cry of a banshee and the four men turned in time to see a teary-eyed girl surrounded by a whole swarm of her counterparts.

“Oh my God, is that Alfred!?” a girl squealed.

“Holy shit it is! And there’s that cute little Asian boy from A-Bang!”

“Let’s tear off their clothes and sell them on E-bay!”

“There’s too many of them!” Ludwig shouted, grabbing Alfred and Kiku roughly by the arms and shoving them both at Arthur. “If what you say is true and you are my brother’s friend, protect the packages, I’ll follow behind and try to keep them at bay!” Kiku looked utterly terrified whereas Alfred stared worriedly over his shoulder as he took the flowers back from Arthur.

“You’re not going to tase them again, right?”

“Go! That’s an order! I’ll be right behind you!”

“Oh, bullocks, what have I gotten myself into?” Arthur groaned, taking both singers' hands starting to run as a white van stuffed to the bursting point with paparazzi screeched up the street after them.

“Alfred!” a girl’s voice wailed.

“Alfred, Kiku, look over here for a picture!”

“Alfred I just want an autograph!”

“Kiku! Kiku, wait! I can speak Japanese, kawaii desu!”

“Alfred-kun, I’m frightened!” Kiku wailed.

I'm frightened too Kiku, of your ooc-ness.