Why is Hetalia in my house?

Chapter Seven

Yay! One hundred views! Im so happy thank you all! Anyway, I'm in a car, really bored and I had my iPad so I thought, why the fudge not make an even more cracktasic chapter then last time. *evil grin* Beware, many stereotypes will be made. Sayonara! ✌️

Reyna's POV

I turned on my IPad and started to listen to my music playlists. I had recently lost my earbuds to one of the nations so I had to play it out loud. After about thirty minutes, Italy started to beg for pasta. "Fine Italy." I said with a sigh. I got up and walked to the kitchen. I got out the pasta pot and started to boil water as Italy got the rest of the ingredients ready. Softly in the distance, I could still hear my music playing. Suddenly I heard the beginning notes to the stereotypes song. I turned off the stove and pulled a complaining Italy to the door frame as I peeked in to see the reactions.

Warning! Change in writing style alert!

America: England? What song is this? *goes over to Reyna's IPad*
England: Git, like I know. It's probably American.
America: *clicks home button and looks at song name* The Stereotypes song?
Reyna: *Walks into room from door dragging Italy* I need you all to listen to this song while I discreetly place these cameras around the room to capture all possible angles.
France: What are zou doing?
Reyna: I just told you baka.
Japan: *walks in waving arms like an octopus* Reference from my country!
*song starts*
♪I always thought stereotypes were kind of stupid, so I wrote a song about them and it goes a little bit this...I think I love you more, then the Japanese love tentacle p0rn.♪
Japan: (^_^)v That is an incorrect assumption. Not arr Japanese rike p0rn.
♪I love those fat Americans. You know they're so obnoxious. They always eating burgers, they always holding shotguns.♪
America: ...
America: England, did you write this?
England: No, but I wish to praise who ever did.
♪I love the Mexicans, the way they mow my lawn, they all got a hundred kids cause they don't know how to put a condom on.♪
Reyna: Is that how he usually is?
*sad nod from all present except France*
♪And you never give a pint to an Irish guy cause they're out of control like a Chinese driver.♪
England: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TAKE THAT IRELAND!
China: Stupid song, aru. You young people, I do to know how to drive, aru. Italy is the one who can't drive, aru.
Japan: Yes, but he is too dumb to insurt. (Insult btw)
♪I love those Puerto Ricans, even though they wash their arse about once a weekend. I'm just joking, and if you didn't know then your a little slow and your probably from Poland!♪
Poland: ..........................Hey! That's, like, totally not cool!
♪Aw yeeah! Let me hear you shout if you love the outback redneck Australians-♪
France: That seems accurate.
*multi-dimensional rip in time and space*
Australia: I take offense to thaaaaaaaaaaat. *slowly fades away*
England: Carp! We could have gotten home on that!
♪And the crooked arse teeth of an English dude.♪
England: At least he didn't insult my cooking. *le shrug*
♪ And those creepy Italians who, think they're smooth. Mama Mia!♪
S. Italy: Shut-a up bastardo! Before I-a set the mafia on you!
N. Italy: *cries in corner*
♪ How could anyone hate the French, even though they're hairy women don't shave they're pits.♪
England: I can name a few reasons why someone might hate the French. *pulls out freakishly long piece of paper*
France: *dramatically pouted like the drama queen we all know him to be*
♪Uh oh! Your all on my checklist even Russian guys who drink vodka for breakfast!♪
*Satanic portal opens next to the dinning room table and Russia pops out*
Russia: Privet. I heard Vodka!
*collective shudder throughout the room*
Reyna: Holy mother of poptart! England stap with the portals!
England: Okay
*song ends*
Roxie: So? How was it?
England: Bloody hell! When did you get here!
Roxie: I've been here the whole time. *dark grin and aura*
Russia: Become one? Da
Roxy: Maybe later, but really, how was it!
All except Roxy, Reyna Russia and Zara (yes she was there): All of it was wrong
Russia: Vodka

So! How was it! I wrote that entire thing in the car with my brother crying because he dropped his crayon in the background. Those who can relate, comment! Even if you can't relate, comment anyway! As a friend of mine says "Sticks and stones my break my bones, but critics always help me." .......... Even though I usually respond with "Unless it's me. Then I will criticize you until you can't get up." Don't worry! I don't usually criticize people unless they're works genuinely is terrible, then I like to make it constructive criticism...unless they're douchshnozzels.
*inner Hungary: Like Prussia!*
Uh, no. (￣▽￣)
Anyway, comment, vote, and follow! Sayonara! ✌️