It had been raining all night. The soft, shiny rain pellets hit the window delicately, almost as if it was a china plate your mom had you hold in your hands. Though the rain wasn't necessarily a rain now, it was a sprinkle, like a mist in the morning sunlight. The perfect mist to allow Alfred Jones rest peacefully in his sleep.
However, this soon all ended when Alfred had heard something rather aggressive at his door. "THUD THUD THUD," was the sound the door made before he heard it break at its hinges. Alfred quickly jumped out of bed.
"Hello?!" he yelled, running up to his bedroom door.
No answer - only more THUD THUD THUD from aggressive foot steps he heard echo through his house.
"Jesus," he thought, "whoever broke in is Big Foot in disguise."
Alfred finally took a step into the hallway that connected his bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen in his house. He turned switched on the light, which was right beside him. When he turned it on, he saw a very angry Kiku Honda marching towards him.
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Hetalian Harbor
Historical FictionHello guys, so I've decided to actually make a serious story. This is a fanfic of Japan and America from Hetalia during Pearl Harbor and the Battle of Okinawa. The anime Hetalia is NOT made by me. Hidekaz Himaruya created Hetalia.