Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I guess I'm a druid now? 

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

It also makes you a lonely little loser but they couldn't find a way to make that rhyme.

When I woke up, I knew it wasn't the time anyone sane should be awake. The features of the room still hid in shadows. A faint glow tinted the edge of the dark curtains which covered the window behind my bed but nothing became clear from the low illumination. The world still yearned for sleep and I couldn't agree more. I'll just close my eyes and curl up for a few more hours-

Wow. What a wonderful time to wake up. Remember how we're the literal personification of nature now? And that we killed someone to do it? That's great. It's 4 am.

Are we really doing this?

What? I'm just keeping us busy because we just slept 8 hours and if I have to sit here alone in the silent darkness any longer, I'm going to go insane.

So you want to remember how horrible everything is instead of pretending we're on an Animal Crossing island or something?

I mean, we could get up and not be bored. Or I can remember the time you walked in on Carla in full FNAF cosplay-

The comforter flew onto the ground as I flung myself to my feet, nerves barely processing the stabbing cold of the wood floor. Coffee sounds great right now. Leaving this room and interacting with other people is the best idea I have ever heard with my human ears.

Well, they aren't exactly human-

Wow, I love coffee! I just love yelling about how I love coffee!

My steps paused once I entered the cabin's main room. Not from an unnerving sight or a sudden noise. In fact, there were no people or noises at all. Throw blankets sat folded on the arm of the couch, clean and not tossed around the room. Shoes sat neatly next to the door instead of scattered across the ground in a minefield of stink.

That's suspicious... That's weird...

Turning to the kitchen, the LED display on the microwave read 4:09. Great. The internal clock was correct at telling the time and still didn't let me go back to bed? Thanks brain.

I thought we moved past this? Call me venom or don't perceive me at all.

I chose the second option.

...bitch.

A second light drew my eyes to the coffee maker beside the microwave. The switch flipped to warm the half full pot below. Suddenly, the lack of coffee taste in my mouth became overwhelmingly apparent. Contemplating the disquieting silence of the usually loud cabin can be pushed off until at least 4:15, or however long it takes to get a cup of coffee in the dark.

Update: it takes five minutes too long to make a cup of coffee in the dark. Something about low light causes all cabinets to change what they contain. The mugs became bowls and the silverware became plates. But after digging through what I thought was flour, my hand wrapped around the ceramic handle of mercy.

The light of the fridge blinded my night adjusted eyes. A sharp curse left my mouth as I leaned away from the fridge's spotlight. My hand knocked against tupperware containers as I reached for the creamer, eyes narrowed into slits to avoid blinding myself further.

With the bottle in hand, I popped off the lid poured for three seconds. Three seconds determined if I would like my blind coffee or despise myself for allowing three seconds to ruin my morning.