"Guys!" Grell trotted into the office with grace.
"What is it now, Grell?" William asked with irritation.
"I've discovered something called Anime." Grell twirled. "It's pretty amazing."
A dark figure in the corner raised her eyebrow. "You guys live in Victorian times. How is this even possible."
"Hush. Never mind the logic." A man with thick eyebrows said beside her.
"Anime? Isn't that the Japanese thing, Mr. Sutcliff?" Ronald asked, leaning against his lawn mower.
"Yes. Yes it is." Grell nodded.
"You know if they get too deep, they might figure it out." England told the shrouded character.
"That's true. But you guys know, so what's the harm." She pointed out.
"The harm? Well, you don't want more hijackings? Do you?"
"True." The cloaked figure scratched her head. "But how do I stop it?"
England smiled sinisterly.
"Three...two...one."
"PASTA!" Italy screamed, falling from the ceiling.
"Really, dude?"

Still don't see how that'll work. There are a lot of hot guys in anime, so Grell won't stay away for long. But, you know, why should we question anything that happens in this book...seriously. There was an entire chapter dedicated to a shirtless man and a banana.
Plus, I swore to keep the Ke$ha appearances to one story, but the promise was broken. My urges were too strong.
So, I'm not one for self promotion
-hysterical laughter- but if you're craving something more serious, I've got a really cute Hetalia fanfic up called Hey, America. Check it out...you know...if you want...or not...