(Drama CD) Hetalia Drama CD Interval Volume 2 Boss Spain's CD Translation Complete!
Or BAWSS Spain gets his time to shine!
Also, SWEDEN and Belgium time!
This time around, I've decided to put all the translations into one mega size post! If you want summaries & a little table of contents for these tracks, here they are!
Track 1 - Prologue
Spain meets Romano. Romano acts like a brat.
Track 2 - A Day in Boss Spain's Life
A day in BAWSS Spain's life. Guest starring Turkey, France, Belgium, and Prussia, with mentions of Austria and Netherlands.
Track 4 - Let's Make Churros!
Spain gets his own cooking show! Guest starring Belgium and a certain Otto with a sweet tooth.
Track 5 - We've got a New Friend Joinin' us! *New*
The Bad Touch Trio try to make friends with the best character in Hetalia and my Swedish waifu Sweden. In other news, Spain just went up to second place as my favorite character because of this track. ThisinnowayhasnorelatiosntothefactthatSpainisnotafraidofmyfavoritecharacterandcausesSwedentogetsomedevelopmentviabeingalittlelessshy. No siree. Also, Romano screams like a girl.
Track 6 - Bonus *New*
A little something for Spamano fans.
Translations are just below! Enjoy! If you want to get to a certain track, just ctrl+f and find the track you want to read! If you see any mistakes in my translations, please feel free to correct me, especially since I didn't have any text to work with!
Here's a zip file for all the translations. If you want to use my translation, for any reason, all I ask is that you credit me. Otherwise, go nuts!
http://www.mediafire.com/?uowtsqierlx3sg4
Track 1: "Prologue"
Spain: So you're really Romano?
Romano: I'm the grandson of my magnificent grandpa, the Roman Empire! You should be thankful you're even talking to me!
Spain: Do you know my name?
Romano: Like I know, damn it! You're the one who just came out of nowhere from the west!
Spain: You're not adorable at all.
Romano: No matter which way you look at me, I'm cute, you stupid cazzo!
Spain: Ohh, the curl on your head is cute!
Romano: What the hell, you jerk! Just one look at me and you'll see I'm overflowing with cuteness! Get your eyes fixed!
Spain: It's so stretchy~!
Romano: CHIGIII! Stop it, you jerk! I'm gonna break your nose, you jerk!
Spain: Oh, don't do that~!
Romano: Oh, you bet I am! Get ready, you jerk!
Spain: Noo~!
Romano: Squat, damn it!
Spain: It'd be bad if I broke my nose~!
Romano: Let me break your nose!
Spain: Well, that's enough! From today forth, I'm your boss and you're my lackey! Let's get along!
Romano: Shut up, damn it! I'm superior to you anyways!
Spain: What kind of a boss gets pushed around by his lackey?!
Spain: Hetalia Drama CD Interval Volume 2. Boss Spain's CD!
Track 2: "A Day in Boss Spain's Life."
Narrator: 6 a.m.
Romano: Hey, you! Make breakfast now! Breakfast now, breakfast now!
Spain: Stop that... Stop jumping on my stomach to wake me up...
Romano: Make breakfast now! Breakfast now!
Narrator: His lackey violently forces him to wake up.
Spain: I'm still sleepy...
Romano: My hunger bug's been awake for so long, you jerk!
Spain: Just a little longer... Sleepy sleepy sleep...
Narrator: 7 a.m.
Belgium: Good morning!
Spain: Mornin'! Where's Netherlands?
Belgium: My brother's... well, you know...
Spain: Oh yeah, I forget he hates me...
Belgium: T-that's not it... oh! Would you like me to help you make breakfast?
Spain: Oh yeah, sure! A certain someone with a hungry stomach is making a big racket inside.
Belgium: *giggles* Understood, sir! Let's get to work right now!
Spain: Breakfast's ready! Make sure you sit nicely there now!
Romano: What took so long, damn it?! Let's hurry up and eat, you je- *stomach growls*
Spain: *laughs* Really sorry about the wait, little hunger bug!
Romano: After I eat, I'm getting you...
Narrator: A nice, peaceful breakfast.
Narrator: 9 a.m.
King: What's with all these mysterious sheets?!
Spain: Umm, these are the debts that the previous, previous king left behind.
King: This is hopeless... We don't have any money to pay all of this off! I'm suppose to be the king and I can't
live a life of luxury at all!
Spain: This may be true now, but if you do your best to strengthen the country now, you'll be able to manage!
King: I don't feel like working at all... I'm a king and I'm living a life of a plebeian! My motivation's not rising...
Spain: Don't lose to those negative thoughts! The only place to go when you hit rock bottom is up!
King: Noo, nooo! There's no way I can do it! I can't even think of a way for our country to recover! Even the Netherlands
hates me! It's hopelesssss...
Spain: Get a grip, Your Majesty!
Narrator: He meets with his boss.
King: *despair babble*
Spain: Don't do anything rash! Let's talk about this!
Narrator: 10 a.m.
Spain: You there! If you keep slumping like that, you won't be able to see anything when it comes time to battle!
Soldier: Y-yes, sir! I apologize, sir!
Spain: First, try to find your balance and straighten your posture!
Soldier: L-l-like this?
Spain: Good, but try to keep your pants up, alright?
Narrator: He diligently works.
Romano: *makes sleep noises* Sleepy...
Spain: 12 p.m.
France: Thanks for the food!
Spain: Hey, why did you come here?!
France: Well, *munch munch munch* your cuisine is the best next to mine.
Spain: I'm second, huh? That's pretty awesome.
Narrator: He eats lunch together with a mystery neighbor that invited himself in.
Narrator: 1 p.m.
Romano: I only did it because you said so!
Spain: I didn't say to make the room into a sloppy mess!
Romano: Bu-but the shelf just fell down! And then this giant squirrel came and... *makes noises*
Spain: That did not happen! Come on, I'll help you clean up your mess.
Romano: I'm tired, you jerk!
Narrator: He cleans up his lackey's mess.
Turkey: Hmm... Hmm... Your defenses are filled with too much holes.
Narrator: And then the shadow aiming for said lackey appears.
Narrator: 2 p.m.
Belgium: All right! Phew, I'm pretty tired!
Spain: Hey, want me to help?
Belgium: Oh, I'm sorry! May I ask you to?
Spain: Sure! Just leave it to me!
Romano: I'll do itttt!
Narrator: Friendly laundry washing.
Narrator: 3 p.m.
*Romano and Spain snore*
Belgium: *laughs* They're making the same face!
Narrator: A siesta of course!
Narrator: 4 p.m.
Bird: Chirp chirp.
Spain: Oh, thanks as always!
Bird: Chirp chirp!
Spain: It probably has the same thing written on it like last time though.
Bird: Chirp?
Narrator: He receives a letter from Austria that pretty much says, "You are a fool!"
Narrator: 6 p.m.
France: Seriously, your food is really exquisite, second place!
Belgium: Why is brother France eating here?
Spain: It's just business as usual. Wait, there's another one of you here too!
Prussia: DAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! I came here to eat! My rumbling belly wants food in it!
Romano: I hate this.
Spain: Hey now, Romano! It's not good to be picky, you know?
Romano: You can have it!
Spain: Romano!
Narrator: Dinner with one more mystery neighbor added to the table.
Narrator: 9 p.m.
Spain: So these are the tactics armies used long ago, huh? *yawns* Well, I can't actually use this because
our artillery is in bad shape. I wonder if there's something more practical to use?
Belgium: Studying hard, are we? You should try to go to sleep soon.
Spain: Yeah, I'm gonna go to bed in just a little bit. *yawns*
Narrator: He studies tactics.
Narrator: 10 p.m.
Spain: I'm tired.
Romano: Shut up! Hurry up and go to sleep, damn it!
Spain: You don't need to stay awake until I go to sleep.
Romano: What are you saying? Are you saying that I'm staying awake all nervous like just for you?! Mmm...damn it...
I'm sleeping. Later.
Spain: Yup. Good night. *yawns*
Narrator: And that's a day in Spain's life.
Narrator: 2 a.m.
Romano: Hey! You better make sure that the monsters won't come out to get me until I'm done peeing, okay? GOT THAT, YOU JERK?!
Track 4: "Let's Make Churros!"
Spain: Hello! It's time to make a Spanish dish, churros, the fun way with me, Spain! Now then, everyone, turn to page 34 in
your cookboo- wait, we don't even have a cookbook! Come over here, Romano! I'll teach you how to make some sweets today!
Romano: Boo, boo~! I'm cloud watching now! I'm busy here!
Spain: Come on, little guy! At least help out your boss a little.
Romano: In exchange for my help, I get 80% of whatever your cooking if it comes out well!
Spain: And I only get 20%?!
Romano: No, you're only getting 10%! The other 10%... goes to... Belgium.
Spain: My portion is so small! Well, that's fine. I just wind up eating whatever you can't eat after all.
Romano: Shut up!
Spain: All right, I'm gonna get the ingredients ready!
Romano: Ye-yeah! Hurry up and do it, you jerk! I'm hungry!
Spain: *laughs* You're such a kid! By the way, all you kids at home, be sure to let an adult help you with any of the oil and stove stuff
in this recipe!
Romano: Don't treat me like a kid!
Spain: What are you saying? You're such a shorty too! No matter how much I look at you, you look like a k-
*Romano hits Spain in the vital treasury region*
Spain: Romano... you're a terrifying kid... GAH!
Romano: Listen up! The next time you treat me like a kid, I'm gonna use my terrifying rapid foot smash
punishment on you! *Spain stacks up something* Wh- wait! Hey!
Spain: There we go. There! Now you can reach the top of the desk! Be sure not to fall off the chair now!
Romano: Hey... I'm as tall as you now!
Spain: I'm pretty sure that won't happen for a long time.
Romano: Ha! I am so big, you jerk!
Spain: *laughs* You really are a kid!
Romano: What was that, you jerk?! Maybe you'd like it if I did my smash punishment on you!
Spain: Ahhh, stop!
*Romano moves around a bit*
Romano: Hmph! I, the big me, shall forgive you for your transactions just now. Be grateful, peasant!
Spain: Huh? You're not gonna do it?
Romano: You actually wanted me to do it?
Spain: All right, let's make churros!
Romano: Yeah!
Spain: The ingredients for this recipe are:
An appropriate amount of olive oil for frying
1 tablespoon of salt
1 cup of water
1/4 cup sugar
1 cup of bread flour
1/2 cup of butter
3 eggs
You may use any amount of cinnamon powder depending on your preferences.
You may use any amount of sugar to be mixed with the cinnamon powder and you don't need to use white sugar.
In my home, we usually make for about 9 people with this recipe,
but if you're only making for 1 or 2 people, please feel free to half or quarter the recipe.
Romano: *sniff sniff* Wow, this smells so good that I want to eat it now!
Spain: Romano! Don't eat the cinnamon raw like that! We'll start off our cooking by making the churro dough!
Romano: *cough ack* So bitter... This is so bitter, you jerk! *hack hack*
Spain: I told you not to eat it raw, dummy! Here, drink some water.
Romano: *drinks* Damn it; this thing smells good but it tastes awful!
Spain: You're quite a meddlesome kid, Romano. Come on, get the pot now, Romano.
Romano: Y-yeah...
*pot on table*
Spain: Good job! In this pot, we'll be heating the pot now and we'll mixing the water, the butter, and the like together
later.
Romano: Eek, fire! I'm scared of fire, you jerk! A-are you going to be okay, Spain?
Spain: As long as you're careful and paying attention while cooking, there's nothing to be afraid of! Besides, you've got
your boss on your side! You can put those fears away! *sparkling smile*
Romano: I'm 100 times more scared with you doing this!
Spain: All right then, now put the water, butter, the 1/4 cup sugar, and salt into the pot!
Romano: I'll do it, I'll do it! I'm worried about letting you putting the stuff in the pot!
Spain: Hey, it's dangerous for you to do it!
Romano: I said I'd do it! Be grateful, you jerk!
Spain: Oh fine, if you really want to... *lifts Romano's stool thing*
I'm counting on you to put the ingredients in the pot, Romano!
Romano: ...Don't carry me around like a kid, damn it!
Spain: Woah, don't get so angry!
Romano: Damn itt!
*pause*
Spain: *sighs* I was covered in almost every ingredient...
Romano: Ha ha! I actually put in the ingredients! I got over my fear of fire and I managed to put it in the pot!
Spain: Yeah yeah, good boy. After putting the ingredients in, keep the pot at a medium heat.
Romano: Okay!
Spain: And just when it's about to boil... *lifts pot from fire and puts it on table.* remove it from the heat.
Romano: Ohh!
Spain: We can't have you burning yourself, Romano, so I'll put some mittens on you. There and there!
Romano: Wooooaaaaaaahhhhh!
Spain: You're choosing the wrong time to get impressed here...
Romano: Spain's... actually working!
Spain: I work all the time!
Romano: But I always see you loafing around.
Spain Why... why do you only see me when I'm taking my siesta... I do some pretty cool things, you know...
Romano: Oh, stop fussin'! What do we do next?
Spain: I always work so hard... cry, cry... weep, weep... cry cry... Next, put in the flour...
Romano: Got it! Just put in the flour, right? All right, all right!
Spain: Next, stir the mixture well... I'd do it, but I'm down...
Romano: Mix, mix, mix, mix... Hey now, don't get so sad now!
Spain: But I haven't shown you how I work as a boss...
Romano: I see you do work some of the time so quit worrying, you idiot!
Spain: Really? Really!? REALLY!? You're serious, right!? You were really watching me do work, Romano! I'm not
just some lazy, clumsy-screwball-ding-a-ling of a boss to you, am I?
Romano: S-shut up! Hurry up and tell me what to do next!
Spain: *laughs* Oh yeah! *laughs*
Romano: So, what do I do after I mix in the flour?
Spain: All right, just keep mixing it, Romano. I'll be adding in the eggs for you to beat in.
Romano: Got ya!
Spain: When you do add in the eggs, be sure to add the eggs one at a time to the dough.
Romano: Oh, that's going to take long! Add them all at once, damn it!
Spain: If I do that, Romano, you might end up mixing the dough for days on end without a break!
Romano: ...Add those eggs one at a time!
Spain: All right! Let the dough rest for a bit... and there's your churro dough!
Romano: Phew, you made me work hard!
Spain: After that, take the dough like this... and put it inside a pastry bag. Put it in the bag tight!
Romano: Tight!
Spain: If you don't have a star or jagged tip to use on your pastry bag, the oil might splash on you when you squeeze
the dough into the fryer so be careful!
Romano: W-w-woaaahhhh! Can I put in the dough like that? That sounds like fun!
Spain: This is too dangerous for you... Oh, I've got it! I hereby appoint you the official roller of churros in the
cinnamon and sugar mixture, Romano!
Romano: Huh?
Spain: This is a job only you can do, Romano! I'm counting on you!
Romano: W-wooaaahhh! I got ya! I'll do it!
Spain: All right!
*frying sounds*
Spain: Now then, you have to squeeze the dough out of the pastry bag carefully into the fryer!
Romano: Woah, you're dropping it upright!
Spain: It's like I'm wielding a sword. Cool, huh?
*frying sounds*
Spain: All right, looks like this one's done frying!
Romano: Woah! Wow, is this really the dough we made before?
Spain: I'll just leave this churro on some paper towels so the oil will drain. After that, you roll them in the cinnamon
and sugar mixture, Romano!
Romano: All I gotta do is roll them, right? Mmmm...
Spain: I'm watching you, so don't sneak eat any of the churros!
Romano: Damn it. Haha, they're all coming up so fast! This is so much fun, damn it!
Spain: I'm happy just to hear you say that. To be honest, if you can actually remember to make this, I'd-
Belgium: What's up, you two! What are you guys doing?
Spain: Oh, Belgium! The two of us are making churros now!
Belgium: So that's what was making that delicious smell!
Romano: Ah... ummm... I'm helping him make the churros.
Belgium: Oh really? That's so admirable of you!
Romano: I really didn't do that much...
Spain: Romano's acutally been working pretty hard today.
Belgium: Oh, that's amazing! That's so cool of you!
*derdere Romano sounds*
Spain: Romano might faint any time now, so that should be enough compliments.
Belgium: Hmm?
*deredere Romano sounds*
*music plays and clean up*
Romano: Come on, hurry up! It's going to get cold, it's going to get cold, damn it!
Spain: Come on, you don't need to be in such a hurry! Hey now, don't run around my legs!
Romano: I wanna eat, I wanna eat, jerk, jerk, jerk! Hurry up, jerk jerk! *makes noises*
Belgium: *laughs* Romano really is an impatient one! It's so cute!
Spain: Yet he's always sleeping every day. It's only during meal time that he moves twice as fast.
*Romano keeps saying, "Hurry up!" and Belgium keeps laughing*
Spain: *thinking* I'm real beat, but it's also important to teach things like a boss would do to his lackeys.
I get chewed out by my boss quite a bit, but yet I'm spoiling Romano. But still, I had a lot of fun cooking with him,
Romano looked like he had fun, so this wasn't a waste. I'd be good
if he can discover how much fun cooking can be little by little and then he can make his own meals too. And, if possible,
maybe he can take up cooking duties too...
*shiver*
Romano: H-hey... I think it just got cold all of a sudden, you jerk!
Belgium: You're right! Thats not good, is the wind blowing in?
*music ends*
Spain: All right, we're finished! Let us bless these delicious churros! You know the prayer. Amen!
Belgium: Amen! Okay, let's eat!
Romano: Chow time!
*Romano eats*
Romano: THIS IS AWESOME, YOU JERK! What is this!? *squirrel chomp* You mean you can make something... *squirrel chomp*
this delicious from all of those things!?
Spain: Heh, that's right!
Romano: It's so good! Is it this good because I helped out? I am so amazing! Praise me!
Spain: Yup! You helped out a lot when we were making this together! Excellent job!
Belgium: Ooooohhhhhh! Oh goodness, this really is awesome~! It's so crispy~!
Romano: Mmm, mmm, delicious! Mmm, mmm, this is so awesome!
Belgium: *while making erotic sounds* Deeelicccious~, this is so taasstttyy~! You really must have talent as a cook, Spain!
Spain: Yup! It's even made personally by me and my lackey!
*Romano eats like a squirrel*
Turkey: *gulp* That's right. Ahh, nothing beats eating something delicious you made yourself, right?
Spain: That's right! I think a meal you made yourself comes out great because you did all the work!
Turkey: Still, I think a little more cinnamon would make this better. I like my churros covered in cinnamon!
*!*
Spain: Hmm?!
Turkey: Oh, and I forget to mention something.You can swap out the water for a cup of milk,
and it'd taste even more awesome if you added vanilla essence! Try it out, someday!
Spain: Why is Turkey eating churros too?!
Track 5: "We've got a New Friend Joinin' us!"
France: Hey, wanna eat a macaroon?
Sweden: I'm fine.
Prussia: H-hey! You're not even going to say, "It's an honor to meet you, Prussia!"?! Huh, are you?
Sweden: Hmm?
France: Umm... *clears throat* If we're going to be allies from now on, I believe we should all get to know each other first.
What do you say?
Sweden: *killer glare* Sure.
France: Ahhh, he's mad! Hey, are you mad? I was just joking just now! You don't need to get so mad!
Sweden: No, I-
France: Ack, sorry sorry sorry sorry!
Prussia: Alright then, I shall tell you all of my tales of valour and courage up until now so that you'll know the
awesome me!
Sweden: *glare* Really?
Prussia: W-what's your deal? W-what's your problem?!
France: Prussia, a moment please!
Prussia: S-sure...
France: Hey, what's with this Sweden guy?! I can't even talk to him!
Prussia: E-even I don't understand this guy! What the hell's up with him?! He was all like, "Finland..." when
he first came here and then he clammed up! I can't get this guy at all! I hate anything I can't understand!
I'll go kick his ass with a single thrust of my finger! EAT THISSSS!
France: W-waitttt!
Prussia: Don't stop me! In my wörterbuch (dictionary), this is the only way I can deal with someone like
himmmm!
France: Stop it! He looks like he can beat you up so bad that your entire body might become some other shape so
ypu have to stop this!
Prussia: DON'T MAKE LIGHT OF ME! IIIIIIIII! HAVE TO DOOOOOOOOO! WHATT HASSSS TO BE DONNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
France: Look, even your little chick is worried about you! DOnt gooo!
Spain: Mornin', everyone! What are the two of you up to? Haha, that looks like fun.
Prance: Spain!
Spain: The two of you really are energetic from morning to night! Hey hey, let me join in!
France: Don't show up so late! We've got a situation that we're having trouble with now!
Spain: Huh? What's up? What is it? What's wrong, France?
Prussia: Spain just might be able to talk with the guy. I'm counting on you to handle him! Even I can't
stand up to the guy!
Spain: Huh? Huh?! Hey, what's wrong? Don't force me into this!
*pause*
France: There, that's the guy! He's the problem!
Spain: Ohh, it's Sweden!
Prussia: Ever since he came here out of nowhere, he's been acting like that!
Spain: Why's he doing that?
France: Even I don't know that! I tried everything I knew just to get him to say something!
Prussia: I've already given up hope on ever getting him to talk! You think you can do this, Spain?
Spain: I dunno.
France: Good luck out there!
Spain: If I say the wrong thing to him, I think my face might become as flat as a pancake.
Prussia: Relax now! If that happens, I'll fix your face right up!
Spain: So, he really can flatten my face, huh?
France: I-it's all right! No matter how flat or disfigured your face becomes, I'll still love you!
Prussia: Ugh, don't make disgusting comments like that!
Spain: I got ya. I'll give it a shot. If it look like I'm gonna be beaten up, save me.
France: Oui.
Prussia: Ja.
Spain: Excuse me, Sweden.
Sweden: Hey.
Spain: *thinking* He talked!
Spain: Today's nice weather, huh?
*pause*
Sweden: ...Sure is.
Spain: I just love it when the weather is sunny like this! I've been so happy ever since sunrise! You like
sunny weather too, Sweden?
Sweden: *glare* I do.
Spain: That's good to hear. Nice to have a little sun once in a while!
Sweden: ...Yeah.
Prussia: *whispering* Stop with the small talk, and ask why he's here in the first place!
France: *whispering* Ask him if he's here to turn our heads into mush or not!
Spain: Got ya! So, what brings you all the way out here, anyway?
Sweden: Ahh... I... *glare*
Spain: Huh?
France: Scary! Too scary! He's an enemy sent out to go ahead and come here and turn us into human pretzels!
*glare*
Spain: Ahh...
*Sweden mumbles to himself*
Spain: Just relax now! You don't need to be embarrassed now!
Sweden: Mmm... yeah...
France: What, he's embarrassed? He was feeling embarrassed and not scowling at us? That guy is such a weirdo!
Prussia: He's... just embarrassed, huh? What the hell's up with that?
Spain: Woah, you're a guest here, so I have to give you something to snack on! Wanna eat some churros?
Sweden: Churros...?
Spain: Yup, churros! They're so delicious that your cheeks might fall off! Hey now, they won't
actually make your cheeks fall off so don't get so worried.
Sweden: Well then, may I eat a few of 'em?
Spain: Sure, sure! I always carry some reserve churros with me so help yourself! Churros also multiply if
you strike them while they're in your pocket! Well, I'm actually just smashing them to smaller pieces.
Sweden: *eats and then glares* !
France: What the, they're actually having a normal conversation! Maybe only other weirdos can talk with each other.
Prussia: I wonder about that. *thinking* You're the last person I want to hear that from.
Gilbird: Cheep cheep (You're also the last person I want to hear that from.).
*pause and Sweden eats*
Spain: How's it taste?
Sweden: *eats* !
Spain: That good? Is it really that delicious?
*Sweden noms on a lot of churros and gasps in pleasure everytime he eats one*
Prance: Uhh.......
Prussia: Well darn, I just got sleepy! I leave the rest of the retorts to you! *falls on ground and snores*
France: Wait, that's so cruel! Are you actually abandoning poor moi in this weird situation to make the retorts alone?!
This is bullying your big brother, you know! You are so awful!
Prussia: Oh yum yum yum, meat! Sleepy sleep...
France: Oh, I can't rely on this bum at all! I'm the only sane man here now! Wake up! Hey, wake up!
*Prussia hits France on head*
France: Goodness, Prussia, you naughty boy. If you don't wake up now, your big brother will have to
punish you.
*Prussia continues snoring*
France: Very well, one punishment coming up! You gave up your lease on life by doing that! I gave you fair warning too!
*Meanwhile*
Romano: Hey, stupid puss!
Cat: Meow!
Romano: I'm also gonna fight in this war! I'll show off just how cool I am!
Cat: ...Kitty~.
Romano: Hehe! I'll show off my stylishness and coolness and I'll be so popular around the wo-
Prussia: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Romano: I think I just heard something, damn it.
Cat: Meow~!
*music plays*
Sweden: What was that?
Spain: Oh, that? Happens all the time!
Prussia: *runs* T-this maniac... this maniac is just horrible! Listen, this maniac... this maniac... he...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
France: Well, I warned you, didn't I? Besides, it's all your fault that you didn't wake up! Hmph!
Prussia: COOOOLLLLLDDDDDDD!
*Sweden makes a small laugh*
France: You're the one to blame for this, Prussia! Ditching me like that was just awful of you!
Prussia: I was tired! There's nothing wrong with taking a little nap when you're tired!
Spain: Heey, why are you guys acting like this in front of our guest here?!
Prussia: Like I care! If you got a problem, take it up with the maniac who keeps making all the strange omelettes!
France: And just what's wrong with my omelettes?!*
*Couldn't pick up what France said so I winged it. Sorry.
Sweden: This is nice...
Spain: Huh?
Sweden: My home was just as lively as this back then. Brings back memories.
France: S-Sweden?
Sweden: But, I had that taken away.
Prussia: Hey, Sweden.
Sweden: Hmm?
Prussia: Why are you here? You can talk, right?
Sweden: ...Yeah.
*pause and then Sweden stands up*
Sweden: Yo.
Spain: Oh, me? What is it?
Sweden: Whisper whisper whisper...
Spain: Uh-huh.
Sweden: Whisper whisper...
Spain: Ohh, that so? Uh-huh.
Sweden: Whisper...
Spain: Ohhhh, was that it? Uh-huh. All right, I got ya! Hey, you two, listen up for a bit!
France: He's using Spain as his... interpreter?!
Prussia: So, what did he say?
Spain: Finland... Ahh, I'd think it'd be better if you said it yourself.
Sweden: Yeah. I'll take back Finland in this war.
Spain: That's the gist of it! Right?
Sweden: Yeah.
Prussia: So that's what Finland meant! You could've told us all about this earlier!
Sweden: Sorry about that.
France: T-thank goodness. I thought you were sent to kill us for a second.
Spain: All's well that ends well! This guy will be fighting along with us so try to get along with him!
Sweden: Handshake...
France: Huh?
Sweden: Handshake!
France: Oh, a handshake, a handshake, huh?
Sweden: Thank you.
*grips France's hand*
France: Ohhh, quite the grip you got...
Prussia: Y-yeah. Nice to meet you.
Sweden: Thank you.
Spain: Haha, you're so shy!
Sweden: Mm... bye.
Spain: Huh, what? You're going home already?
Sweden: I have to make Hanatamago's food.
France: What's with the cute reason?
Prussia: Dahahahaha! The yellow in this puddle makes my reflection so cute!
Gilbird: Cheep? (Yellow?!)
Sweden: Bye now.
Spain: Yeah. You work hard out there too!
Sweden: Mm.
France: What in the world was he trying to do?
Prussia: I have no freakin' idea, and I want to keep it that way.
Spain: *laughs* Come visit again!
France: Still, if the enigma ever comes back again, we can just leave it to Spain. That's for the best, right?
Prussia: Yeah... that's for the best.
Spain: Don't be a stranger! Come back any time!
*The end*
Romano: All right, it's time to duel! If I win, you massage my shoulders!
Cat: Meow, kitty, meow~!
Romano: All right, looks like I got the first move by touching your paw pads!
*Cat hisses*
Romano: Woah, damn. This is one strong puss!
*Romano fights with cat while saying, "Damn it!"*
Sweden: *glare* Cat yours?
*Girly Romano scream*
Sweden: Don't cry.
Romano: *cries* Spain, save me, YOU JEEERRKKK!
Sweden: Greetings, I'm Sweden!
Romano: Spainnn... SPPAAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Track 6: "Bonus"
Romano: Hey, Spain! Hey, damn it! Are you listening? I'm finished, you jerk! H-hey, are you okay?!
*Spain snores*
Romano: Grrr... You BASTARDDDD!
*Spain snores some more*
Romano: I show some kindness and you just had to go to sleep... I'm leaving this right here, so you better
eat it, you jerk!
*phone rings*
Spain: Listen, listen, Romano! I was dreaming about wanting to eat some churros, and there was some churros in my room!
Maybe the churros fairy came to visit me!
Romano: I hope your ears fall off, you son of a bitch!
*hangs up*
Also, SWEDEN and Belgium time!
This time around, I've decided to put all the translations into one mega size post! If you want summaries & a little table of contents for these tracks, here they are!
Track 1 - Prologue
Spain meets Romano. Romano acts like a brat.
Track 2 - A Day in Boss Spain's Life
A day in BAWSS Spain's life. Guest starring Turkey, France, Belgium, and Prussia, with mentions of Austria and Netherlands.
Track 4 - Let's Make Churros!
Spain gets his own cooking show! Guest starring Belgium and a certain Otto with a sweet tooth.
Track 5 - We've got a New Friend Joinin' us! *New*
The Bad Touch Trio try to make friends with the best character in Hetalia and my Swedish waifu Sweden. In other news, Spain just went up to second place as my favorite character because of this track. ThisinnowayhasnorelatiosntothefactthatSpainisnotafraidofmyfavoritecharacterandcausesSwedentogetsomedevelopmentviabeingalittlelessshy. No siree. Also, Romano screams like a girl.
Track 6 - Bonus *New*
A little something for Spamano fans.
Translations are just below! Enjoy! If you want to get to a certain track, just ctrl+f and find the track you want to read! If you see any mistakes in my translations, please feel free to correct me, especially since I didn't have any text to work with!
Here's a zip file for all the translations. If you want to use my translation, for any reason, all I ask is that you credit me. Otherwise, go nuts!
http://www.mediafire.com/?uowtsqierlx3sg4
Track 1: "Prologue"
Spain: So you're really Romano?
Romano: I'm the grandson of my magnificent grandpa, the Roman Empire! You should be thankful you're even talking to me!
Spain: Do you know my name?
Romano: Like I know, damn it! You're the one who just came out of nowhere from the west!
Spain: You're not adorable at all.
Romano: No matter which way you look at me, I'm cute, you stupid cazzo!
Spain: Ohh, the curl on your head is cute!
Romano: What the hell, you jerk! Just one look at me and you'll see I'm overflowing with cuteness! Get your eyes fixed!
Spain: It's so stretchy~!
Romano: CHIGIII! Stop it, you jerk! I'm gonna break your nose, you jerk!
Spain: Oh, don't do that~!
Romano: Oh, you bet I am! Get ready, you jerk!
Spain: Noo~!
Romano: Squat, damn it!
Spain: It'd be bad if I broke my nose~!
Romano: Let me break your nose!
Spain: Well, that's enough! From today forth, I'm your boss and you're my lackey! Let's get along!
Romano: Shut up, damn it! I'm superior to you anyways!
Spain: What kind of a boss gets pushed around by his lackey?!
Spain: Hetalia Drama CD Interval Volume 2. Boss Spain's CD!
Track 2: "A Day in Boss Spain's Life."
Narrator: 6 a.m.
Romano: Hey, you! Make breakfast now! Breakfast now, breakfast now!
Spain: Stop that... Stop jumping on my stomach to wake me up...
Romano: Make breakfast now! Breakfast now!
Narrator: His lackey violently forces him to wake up.
Spain: I'm still sleepy...
Romano: My hunger bug's been awake for so long, you jerk!
Spain: Just a little longer... Sleepy sleepy sleep...
Narrator: 7 a.m.
Belgium: Good morning!
Spain: Mornin'! Where's Netherlands?
Belgium: My brother's... well, you know...
Spain: Oh yeah, I forget he hates me...
Belgium: T-that's not it... oh! Would you like me to help you make breakfast?
Spain: Oh yeah, sure! A certain someone with a hungry stomach is making a big racket inside.
Belgium: *giggles* Understood, sir! Let's get to work right now!
Spain: Breakfast's ready! Make sure you sit nicely there now!
Romano: What took so long, damn it?! Let's hurry up and eat, you je- *stomach growls*
Spain: *laughs* Really sorry about the wait, little hunger bug!
Romano: After I eat, I'm getting you...
Narrator: A nice, peaceful breakfast.
Narrator: 9 a.m.
King: What's with all these mysterious sheets?!
Spain: Umm, these are the debts that the previous, previous king left behind.
King: This is hopeless... We don't have any money to pay all of this off! I'm suppose to be the king and I can't
live a life of luxury at all!
Spain: This may be true now, but if you do your best to strengthen the country now, you'll be able to manage!
King: I don't feel like working at all... I'm a king and I'm living a life of a plebeian! My motivation's not rising...
Spain: Don't lose to those negative thoughts! The only place to go when you hit rock bottom is up!
King: Noo, nooo! There's no way I can do it! I can't even think of a way for our country to recover! Even the Netherlands
hates me! It's hopelesssss...
Spain: Get a grip, Your Majesty!
Narrator: He meets with his boss.
King: *despair babble*
Spain: Don't do anything rash! Let's talk about this!
Narrator: 10 a.m.
Spain: You there! If you keep slumping like that, you won't be able to see anything when it comes time to battle!
Soldier: Y-yes, sir! I apologize, sir!
Spain: First, try to find your balance and straighten your posture!
Soldier: L-l-like this?
Spain: Good, but try to keep your pants up, alright?
Narrator: He diligently works.
Romano: *makes sleep noises* Sleepy...
Spain: 12 p.m.
France: Thanks for the food!
Spain: Hey, why did you come here?!
France: Well, *munch munch munch* your cuisine is the best next to mine.
Spain: I'm second, huh? That's pretty awesome.
Narrator: He eats lunch together with a mystery neighbor that invited himself in.
Narrator: 1 p.m.
Romano: I only did it because you said so!
Spain: I didn't say to make the room into a sloppy mess!
Romano: Bu-but the shelf just fell down! And then this giant squirrel came and... *makes noises*
Spain: That did not happen! Come on, I'll help you clean up your mess.
Romano: I'm tired, you jerk!
Narrator: He cleans up his lackey's mess.
Turkey: Hmm... Hmm... Your defenses are filled with too much holes.
Narrator: And then the shadow aiming for said lackey appears.
Narrator: 2 p.m.
Belgium: All right! Phew, I'm pretty tired!
Spain: Hey, want me to help?
Belgium: Oh, I'm sorry! May I ask you to?
Spain: Sure! Just leave it to me!
Romano: I'll do itttt!
Narrator: Friendly laundry washing.
Narrator: 3 p.m.
*Romano and Spain snore*
Belgium: *laughs* They're making the same face!
Narrator: A siesta of course!
Narrator: 4 p.m.
Bird: Chirp chirp.
Spain: Oh, thanks as always!
Bird: Chirp chirp!
Spain: It probably has the same thing written on it like last time though.
Bird: Chirp?
Narrator: He receives a letter from Austria that pretty much says, "You are a fool!"
Narrator: 6 p.m.
France: Seriously, your food is really exquisite, second place!
Belgium: Why is brother France eating here?
Spain: It's just business as usual. Wait, there's another one of you here too!
Prussia: DAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! I came here to eat! My rumbling belly wants food in it!
Romano: I hate this.
Spain: Hey now, Romano! It's not good to be picky, you know?
Romano: You can have it!
Spain: Romano!
Narrator: Dinner with one more mystery neighbor added to the table.
Narrator: 9 p.m.
Spain: So these are the tactics armies used long ago, huh? *yawns* Well, I can't actually use this because
our artillery is in bad shape. I wonder if there's something more practical to use?
Belgium: Studying hard, are we? You should try to go to sleep soon.
Spain: Yeah, I'm gonna go to bed in just a little bit. *yawns*
Narrator: He studies tactics.
Narrator: 10 p.m.
Spain: I'm tired.
Romano: Shut up! Hurry up and go to sleep, damn it!
Spain: You don't need to stay awake until I go to sleep.
Romano: What are you saying? Are you saying that I'm staying awake all nervous like just for you?! Mmm...damn it...
I'm sleeping. Later.
Spain: Yup. Good night. *yawns*
Narrator: And that's a day in Spain's life.
Narrator: 2 a.m.
Romano: Hey! You better make sure that the monsters won't come out to get me until I'm done peeing, okay? GOT THAT, YOU JERK?!
Track 4: "Let's Make Churros!"
Spain: Hello! It's time to make a Spanish dish, churros, the fun way with me, Spain! Now then, everyone, turn to page 34 in
your cookboo- wait, we don't even have a cookbook! Come over here, Romano! I'll teach you how to make some sweets today!
Romano: Boo, boo~! I'm cloud watching now! I'm busy here!
Spain: Come on, little guy! At least help out your boss a little.
Romano: In exchange for my help, I get 80% of whatever your cooking if it comes out well!
Spain: And I only get 20%?!
Romano: No, you're only getting 10%! The other 10%... goes to... Belgium.
Spain: My portion is so small! Well, that's fine. I just wind up eating whatever you can't eat after all.
Romano: Shut up!
Spain: All right, I'm gonna get the ingredients ready!
Romano: Ye-yeah! Hurry up and do it, you jerk! I'm hungry!
Spain: *laughs* You're such a kid! By the way, all you kids at home, be sure to let an adult help you with any of the oil and stove stuff
in this recipe!
Romano: Don't treat me like a kid!
Spain: What are you saying? You're such a shorty too! No matter how much I look at you, you look like a k-
*Romano hits Spain in the vital treasury region*
Spain: Romano... you're a terrifying kid... GAH!
Romano: Listen up! The next time you treat me like a kid, I'm gonna use my terrifying rapid foot smash
punishment on you! *Spain stacks up something* Wh- wait! Hey!
Spain: There we go. There! Now you can reach the top of the desk! Be sure not to fall off the chair now!
Romano: Hey... I'm as tall as you now!
Spain: I'm pretty sure that won't happen for a long time.
Romano: Ha! I am so big, you jerk!
Spain: *laughs* You really are a kid!
Romano: What was that, you jerk?! Maybe you'd like it if I did my smash punishment on you!
Spain: Ahhh, stop!
*Romano moves around a bit*
Romano: Hmph! I, the big me, shall forgive you for your transactions just now. Be grateful, peasant!
Spain: Huh? You're not gonna do it?
Romano: You actually wanted me to do it?
Spain: All right, let's make churros!
Romano: Yeah!
Spain: The ingredients for this recipe are:
An appropriate amount of olive oil for frying
1 tablespoon of salt
1 cup of water
1/4 cup sugar
1 cup of bread flour
1/2 cup of butter
3 eggs
You may use any amount of cinnamon powder depending on your preferences.
You may use any amount of sugar to be mixed with the cinnamon powder and you don't need to use white sugar.
In my home, we usually make for about 9 people with this recipe,
but if you're only making for 1 or 2 people, please feel free to half or quarter the recipe.
Romano: *sniff sniff* Wow, this smells so good that I want to eat it now!
Spain: Romano! Don't eat the cinnamon raw like that! We'll start off our cooking by making the churro dough!
Romano: *cough ack* So bitter... This is so bitter, you jerk! *hack hack*
Spain: I told you not to eat it raw, dummy! Here, drink some water.
Romano: *drinks* Damn it; this thing smells good but it tastes awful!
Spain: You're quite a meddlesome kid, Romano. Come on, get the pot now, Romano.
Romano: Y-yeah...
*pot on table*
Spain: Good job! In this pot, we'll be heating the pot now and we'll mixing the water, the butter, and the like together
later.
Romano: Eek, fire! I'm scared of fire, you jerk! A-are you going to be okay, Spain?
Spain: As long as you're careful and paying attention while cooking, there's nothing to be afraid of! Besides, you've got
your boss on your side! You can put those fears away! *sparkling smile*
Romano: I'm 100 times more scared with you doing this!
Spain: All right then, now put the water, butter, the 1/4 cup sugar, and salt into the pot!
Romano: I'll do it, I'll do it! I'm worried about letting you putting the stuff in the pot!
Spain: Hey, it's dangerous for you to do it!
Romano: I said I'd do it! Be grateful, you jerk!
Spain: Oh fine, if you really want to... *lifts Romano's stool thing*
I'm counting on you to put the ingredients in the pot, Romano!
Romano: ...Don't carry me around like a kid, damn it!
Spain: Woah, don't get so angry!
Romano: Damn itt!
*pause*
Spain: *sighs* I was covered in almost every ingredient...
Romano: Ha ha! I actually put in the ingredients! I got over my fear of fire and I managed to put it in the pot!
Spain: Yeah yeah, good boy. After putting the ingredients in, keep the pot at a medium heat.
Romano: Okay!
Spain: And just when it's about to boil... *lifts pot from fire and puts it on table.* remove it from the heat.
Romano: Ohh!
Spain: We can't have you burning yourself, Romano, so I'll put some mittens on you. There and there!
Romano: Wooooaaaaaaahhhhh!
Spain: You're choosing the wrong time to get impressed here...
Romano: Spain's... actually working!
Spain: I work all the time!
Romano: But I always see you loafing around.
Spain Why... why do you only see me when I'm taking my siesta... I do some pretty cool things, you know...
Romano: Oh, stop fussin'! What do we do next?
Spain: I always work so hard... cry, cry... weep, weep... cry cry... Next, put in the flour...
Romano: Got it! Just put in the flour, right? All right, all right!
Spain: Next, stir the mixture well... I'd do it, but I'm down...
Romano: Mix, mix, mix, mix... Hey now, don't get so sad now!
Spain: But I haven't shown you how I work as a boss...
Romano: I see you do work some of the time so quit worrying, you idiot!
Spain: Really? Really!? REALLY!? You're serious, right!? You were really watching me do work, Romano! I'm not
just some lazy, clumsy-screwball-ding-a-ling of a boss to you, am I?
Romano: S-shut up! Hurry up and tell me what to do next!
Spain: *laughs* Oh yeah! *laughs*
Romano: So, what do I do after I mix in the flour?
Spain: All right, just keep mixing it, Romano. I'll be adding in the eggs for you to beat in.
Romano: Got ya!
Spain: When you do add in the eggs, be sure to add the eggs one at a time to the dough.
Romano: Oh, that's going to take long! Add them all at once, damn it!
Spain: If I do that, Romano, you might end up mixing the dough for days on end without a break!
Romano: ...Add those eggs one at a time!
Spain: All right! Let the dough rest for a bit... and there's your churro dough!
Romano: Phew, you made me work hard!
Spain: After that, take the dough like this... and put it inside a pastry bag. Put it in the bag tight!
Romano: Tight!
Spain: If you don't have a star or jagged tip to use on your pastry bag, the oil might splash on you when you squeeze
the dough into the fryer so be careful!
Romano: W-w-woaaahhhh! Can I put in the dough like that? That sounds like fun!
Spain: This is too dangerous for you... Oh, I've got it! I hereby appoint you the official roller of churros in the
cinnamon and sugar mixture, Romano!
Romano: Huh?
Spain: This is a job only you can do, Romano! I'm counting on you!
Romano: W-wooaaahhh! I got ya! I'll do it!
Spain: All right!
*frying sounds*
Spain: Now then, you have to squeeze the dough out of the pastry bag carefully into the fryer!
Romano: Woah, you're dropping it upright!
Spain: It's like I'm wielding a sword. Cool, huh?
*frying sounds*
Spain: All right, looks like this one's done frying!
Romano: Woah! Wow, is this really the dough we made before?
Spain: I'll just leave this churro on some paper towels so the oil will drain. After that, you roll them in the cinnamon
and sugar mixture, Romano!
Romano: All I gotta do is roll them, right? Mmmm...
Spain: I'm watching you, so don't sneak eat any of the churros!
Romano: Damn it. Haha, they're all coming up so fast! This is so much fun, damn it!
Spain: I'm happy just to hear you say that. To be honest, if you can actually remember to make this, I'd-
Belgium: What's up, you two! What are you guys doing?
Spain: Oh, Belgium! The two of us are making churros now!
Belgium: So that's what was making that delicious smell!
Romano: Ah... ummm... I'm helping him make the churros.
Belgium: Oh really? That's so admirable of you!
Romano: I really didn't do that much...
Spain: Romano's acutally been working pretty hard today.
Belgium: Oh, that's amazing! That's so cool of you!
*derdere Romano sounds*
Spain: Romano might faint any time now, so that should be enough compliments.
Belgium: Hmm?
*deredere Romano sounds*
*music plays and clean up*
Romano: Come on, hurry up! It's going to get cold, it's going to get cold, damn it!
Spain: Come on, you don't need to be in such a hurry! Hey now, don't run around my legs!
Romano: I wanna eat, I wanna eat, jerk, jerk, jerk! Hurry up, jerk jerk! *makes noises*
Belgium: *laughs* Romano really is an impatient one! It's so cute!
Spain: Yet he's always sleeping every day. It's only during meal time that he moves twice as fast.
*Romano keeps saying, "Hurry up!" and Belgium keeps laughing*
Spain: *thinking* I'm real beat, but it's also important to teach things like a boss would do to his lackeys.
I get chewed out by my boss quite a bit, but yet I'm spoiling Romano. But still, I had a lot of fun cooking with him,
Romano looked like he had fun, so this wasn't a waste. I'd be good
if he can discover how much fun cooking can be little by little and then he can make his own meals too. And, if possible,
maybe he can take up cooking duties too...
*shiver*
Romano: H-hey... I think it just got cold all of a sudden, you jerk!
Belgium: You're right! Thats not good, is the wind blowing in?
*music ends*
Spain: All right, we're finished! Let us bless these delicious churros! You know the prayer. Amen!
Belgium: Amen! Okay, let's eat!
Romano: Chow time!
*Romano eats*
Romano: THIS IS AWESOME, YOU JERK! What is this!? *squirrel chomp* You mean you can make something... *squirrel chomp*
this delicious from all of those things!?
Spain: Heh, that's right!
Romano: It's so good! Is it this good because I helped out? I am so amazing! Praise me!
Spain: Yup! You helped out a lot when we were making this together! Excellent job!
Belgium: Ooooohhhhhh! Oh goodness, this really is awesome~! It's so crispy~!
Romano: Mmm, mmm, delicious! Mmm, mmm, this is so awesome!
Belgium: *while making erotic sounds* Deeelicccious~, this is so taasstttyy~! You really must have talent as a cook, Spain!
Spain: Yup! It's even made personally by me and my lackey!
*Romano eats like a squirrel*
Turkey: *gulp* That's right. Ahh, nothing beats eating something delicious you made yourself, right?
Spain: That's right! I think a meal you made yourself comes out great because you did all the work!
Turkey: Still, I think a little more cinnamon would make this better. I like my churros covered in cinnamon!
*!*
Spain: Hmm?!
Turkey: Oh, and I forget to mention something.You can swap out the water for a cup of milk,
and it'd taste even more awesome if you added vanilla essence! Try it out, someday!
Spain: Why is Turkey eating churros too?!
Track 5: "We've got a New Friend Joinin' us!"
France: Hey, wanna eat a macaroon?
Sweden: I'm fine.
Prussia: H-hey! You're not even going to say, "It's an honor to meet you, Prussia!"?! Huh, are you?
Sweden: Hmm?
France: Umm... *clears throat* If we're going to be allies from now on, I believe we should all get to know each other first.
What do you say?
Sweden: *killer glare* Sure.
France: Ahhh, he's mad! Hey, are you mad? I was just joking just now! You don't need to get so mad!
Sweden: No, I-
France: Ack, sorry sorry sorry sorry!
Prussia: Alright then, I shall tell you all of my tales of valour and courage up until now so that you'll know the
awesome me!
Sweden: *glare* Really?
Prussia: W-what's your deal? W-what's your problem?!
France: Prussia, a moment please!
Prussia: S-sure...
France: Hey, what's with this Sweden guy?! I can't even talk to him!
Prussia: E-even I don't understand this guy! What the hell's up with him?! He was all like, "Finland..." when
he first came here and then he clammed up! I can't get this guy at all! I hate anything I can't understand!
I'll go kick his ass with a single thrust of my finger! EAT THISSSS!
France: W-waitttt!
Prussia: Don't stop me! In my wörterbuch (dictionary), this is the only way I can deal with someone like
himmmm!
France: Stop it! He looks like he can beat you up so bad that your entire body might become some other shape so
ypu have to stop this!
Prussia: DON'T MAKE LIGHT OF ME! IIIIIIIII! HAVE TO DOOOOOOOOO! WHATT HASSSS TO BE DONNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
France: Look, even your little chick is worried about you! DOnt gooo!
Spain: Mornin', everyone! What are the two of you up to? Haha, that looks like fun.
Prance: Spain!
Spain: The two of you really are energetic from morning to night! Hey hey, let me join in!
France: Don't show up so late! We've got a situation that we're having trouble with now!
Spain: Huh? What's up? What is it? What's wrong, France?
Prussia: Spain just might be able to talk with the guy. I'm counting on you to handle him! Even I can't
stand up to the guy!
Spain: Huh? Huh?! Hey, what's wrong? Don't force me into this!
*pause*
France: There, that's the guy! He's the problem!
Spain: Ohh, it's Sweden!
Prussia: Ever since he came here out of nowhere, he's been acting like that!
Spain: Why's he doing that?
France: Even I don't know that! I tried everything I knew just to get him to say something!
Prussia: I've already given up hope on ever getting him to talk! You think you can do this, Spain?
Spain: I dunno.
France: Good luck out there!
Spain: If I say the wrong thing to him, I think my face might become as flat as a pancake.
Prussia: Relax now! If that happens, I'll fix your face right up!
Spain: So, he really can flatten my face, huh?
France: I-it's all right! No matter how flat or disfigured your face becomes, I'll still love you!
Prussia: Ugh, don't make disgusting comments like that!
Spain: I got ya. I'll give it a shot. If it look like I'm gonna be beaten up, save me.
France: Oui.
Prussia: Ja.
Spain: Excuse me, Sweden.
Sweden: Hey.
Spain: *thinking* He talked!
Spain: Today's nice weather, huh?
*pause*
Sweden: ...Sure is.
Spain: I just love it when the weather is sunny like this! I've been so happy ever since sunrise! You like
sunny weather too, Sweden?
Sweden: *glare* I do.
Spain: That's good to hear. Nice to have a little sun once in a while!
Sweden: ...Yeah.
Prussia: *whispering* Stop with the small talk, and ask why he's here in the first place!
France: *whispering* Ask him if he's here to turn our heads into mush or not!
Spain: Got ya! So, what brings you all the way out here, anyway?
Sweden: Ahh... I... *glare*
Spain: Huh?
France: Scary! Too scary! He's an enemy sent out to go ahead and come here and turn us into human pretzels!
*glare*
Spain: Ahh...
*Sweden mumbles to himself*
Spain: Just relax now! You don't need to be embarrassed now!
Sweden: Mmm... yeah...
France: What, he's embarrassed? He was feeling embarrassed and not scowling at us? That guy is such a weirdo!
Prussia: He's... just embarrassed, huh? What the hell's up with that?
Spain: Woah, you're a guest here, so I have to give you something to snack on! Wanna eat some churros?
Sweden: Churros...?
Spain: Yup, churros! They're so delicious that your cheeks might fall off! Hey now, they won't
actually make your cheeks fall off so don't get so worried.
Sweden: Well then, may I eat a few of 'em?
Spain: Sure, sure! I always carry some reserve churros with me so help yourself! Churros also multiply if
you strike them while they're in your pocket! Well, I'm actually just smashing them to smaller pieces.
Sweden: *eats and then glares* !
France: What the, they're actually having a normal conversation! Maybe only other weirdos can talk with each other.
Prussia: I wonder about that. *thinking* You're the last person I want to hear that from.
Gilbird: Cheep cheep (You're also the last person I want to hear that from.).
*pause and Sweden eats*
Spain: How's it taste?
Sweden: *eats* !
Spain: That good? Is it really that delicious?
*Sweden noms on a lot of churros and gasps in pleasure everytime he eats one*
Prance: Uhh.......
Prussia: Well darn, I just got sleepy! I leave the rest of the retorts to you! *falls on ground and snores*
France: Wait, that's so cruel! Are you actually abandoning poor moi in this weird situation to make the retorts alone?!
This is bullying your big brother, you know! You are so awful!
Prussia: Oh yum yum yum, meat! Sleepy sleep...
France: Oh, I can't rely on this bum at all! I'm the only sane man here now! Wake up! Hey, wake up!
*Prussia hits France on head*
France: Goodness, Prussia, you naughty boy. If you don't wake up now, your big brother will have to
punish you.
*Prussia continues snoring*
France: Very well, one punishment coming up! You gave up your lease on life by doing that! I gave you fair warning too!
*Meanwhile*
Romano: Hey, stupid puss!
Cat: Meow!
Romano: I'm also gonna fight in this war! I'll show off just how cool I am!
Cat: ...Kitty~.
Romano: Hehe! I'll show off my stylishness and coolness and I'll be so popular around the wo-
Prussia: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Romano: I think I just heard something, damn it.
Cat: Meow~!
*music plays*
Sweden: What was that?
Spain: Oh, that? Happens all the time!
Prussia: *runs* T-this maniac... this maniac is just horrible! Listen, this maniac... this maniac... he...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
France: Well, I warned you, didn't I? Besides, it's all your fault that you didn't wake up! Hmph!
Prussia: COOOOLLLLLDDDDDDD!
*Sweden makes a small laugh*
France: You're the one to blame for this, Prussia! Ditching me like that was just awful of you!
Prussia: I was tired! There's nothing wrong with taking a little nap when you're tired!
Spain: Heey, why are you guys acting like this in front of our guest here?!
Prussia: Like I care! If you got a problem, take it up with the maniac who keeps making all the strange omelettes!
France: And just what's wrong with my omelettes?!*
*Couldn't pick up what France said so I winged it. Sorry.
Sweden: This is nice...
Spain: Huh?
Sweden: My home was just as lively as this back then. Brings back memories.
France: S-Sweden?
Sweden: But, I had that taken away.
Prussia: Hey, Sweden.
Sweden: Hmm?
Prussia: Why are you here? You can talk, right?
Sweden: ...Yeah.
*pause and then Sweden stands up*
Sweden: Yo.
Spain: Oh, me? What is it?
Sweden: Whisper whisper whisper...
Spain: Uh-huh.
Sweden: Whisper whisper...
Spain: Ohh, that so? Uh-huh.
Sweden: Whisper...
Spain: Ohhhh, was that it? Uh-huh. All right, I got ya! Hey, you two, listen up for a bit!
France: He's using Spain as his... interpreter?!
Prussia: So, what did he say?
Spain: Finland... Ahh, I'd think it'd be better if you said it yourself.
Sweden: Yeah. I'll take back Finland in this war.
Spain: That's the gist of it! Right?
Sweden: Yeah.
Prussia: So that's what Finland meant! You could've told us all about this earlier!
Sweden: Sorry about that.
France: T-thank goodness. I thought you were sent to kill us for a second.
Spain: All's well that ends well! This guy will be fighting along with us so try to get along with him!
Sweden: Handshake...
France: Huh?
Sweden: Handshake!
France: Oh, a handshake, a handshake, huh?
Sweden: Thank you.
*grips France's hand*
France: Ohhh, quite the grip you got...
Prussia: Y-yeah. Nice to meet you.
Sweden: Thank you.
Spain: Haha, you're so shy!
Sweden: Mm... bye.
Spain: Huh, what? You're going home already?
Sweden: I have to make Hanatamago's food.
France: What's with the cute reason?
Prussia: Dahahahaha! The yellow in this puddle makes my reflection so cute!
Gilbird: Cheep? (Yellow?!)
Sweden: Bye now.
Spain: Yeah. You work hard out there too!
Sweden: Mm.
France: What in the world was he trying to do?
Prussia: I have no freakin' idea, and I want to keep it that way.
Spain: *laughs* Come visit again!
France: Still, if the enigma ever comes back again, we can just leave it to Spain. That's for the best, right?
Prussia: Yeah... that's for the best.
Spain: Don't be a stranger! Come back any time!
*The end*
Romano: All right, it's time to duel! If I win, you massage my shoulders!
Cat: Meow, kitty, meow~!
Romano: All right, looks like I got the first move by touching your paw pads!
*Cat hisses*
Romano: Woah, damn. This is one strong puss!
*Romano fights with cat while saying, "Damn it!"*
Sweden: *glare* Cat yours?
*Girly Romano scream*
Sweden: Don't cry.
Romano: *cries* Spain, save me, YOU JEEERRKKK!
Sweden: Greetings, I'm Sweden!
Romano: Spainnn... SPPAAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Track 6: "Bonus"
Romano: Hey, Spain! Hey, damn it! Are you listening? I'm finished, you jerk! H-hey, are you okay?!
*Spain snores*
Romano: Grrr... You BASTARDDDD!
*Spain snores some more*
Romano: I show some kindness and you just had to go to sleep... I'm leaving this right here, so you better
eat it, you jerk!
*phone rings*
Spain: Listen, listen, Romano! I was dreaming about wanting to eat some churros, and there was some churros in my room!
Maybe the churros fairy came to visit me!
Romano: I hope your ears fall off, you son of a bitch!
*hangs up*