Hellhole to Hetalia Heaven [ADOPTED BY @pastalover11]

Chapter 16~ '3 (girls) is a crowd.'

OMG, CAN I JUST FANGIRL FOR A MINUTE HERE?!?!? HOLY *unintelligible garbling* MY FAVORITE WATTPAD AUTHOR HAS FOLLOWED ME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, I'M SO EXCITED!! *squeals endlessly* I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, I FEEL SO HONORED!!!
AND Mini_Moffat agreed to write a few sections for this chapter!!!! OMG, I'm in such a good mood now! And this the longest chapter yet!! :D Anyways, to the story!!!
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Zera lay upside-down on the cough, her feet resting on the wall while her head hung over the edge, hair trailing lightly against the floor. The living room felt kind of empty; only Zera, Vlad, and the Nordics were there. Arthur was on his way to the airport to retrieve Mary, since Lukas couldn't personally do so, and everyone else except for Erica was attending high school for the day. Kurnaz lay curled up against Zera's side, his head on her stomach, and kept a watchful eye on the large 'cats.' Next to the end of couch where Zera had sprawled herself, Kaali sat on the magically-created perch Vlad had formed for her. Since it still hurt to wear a shirt over the marks on her stomach, Zera wore nothing extra over her bra and sports bra.

Bored, Zera lifted her right arm in the air and stared tracing symbols and shapes with her fingers. Vlad and Lukas had been pouring over books, tomes, and magic scrolls all day, trying to find a way to fix the problematic spell that had caused their appearances. In Vlad's case, it hadn't changed his appearance, but transformed him into a vampire. Everyone involved hoped the changes were temporary and reversible.

Zera decided she was tired of sitting around, but didn't want to disturb the magical researchers. So, she yelled for her best friend. "Erica!"

The other female's head peeked around the corner from the kitchen a moment later, giving Zera a questioning look. Zera pouted at her, though it lost much of its affect since she was sitting so strangely. "I'm bored. Don't you wanna do something? We could play Super Smash Bros, I know you like that."

Erica shook her head, "I'm making brownies. Wanna come clean the bowl?"

"Of course!" Zera squeaked in excitement, lifting Kurnaz into her arms and swinging rightside-up, face covered in childish enthuthiasm. She bolted towards the kitchen, with Erica still grinning in the doorway.

Kurnaz squirmed from Zera's arms and climbed up to perch across her shoulders, leaving her hands empty. She immediately filled them again with the pro-offered mostly-scraped-out bowl of brownie batter and a clean spoon. She eagerly began cleaning out the rest, licking it off the spoon. Erica laughed as she put the brownies in to bake, setting a timer so they wouldn't burn.

"Okay, they'll cook without me now." Erica announced, still chuckling, "We can go play Brawl when you're done with the bowl."

"Alright, but I'm taking it with me," Zera giggled as she led Erica toward the game room.

Nearly two hours later, the two girls finally agreed to stop beating the virtual crap out of each other, though Erica had won more overall. The pan of brownies had cooled long ago, been cut into pieces, and partially devoured; the guys had announced they were making progress.

"Hey Erica, let's go sit on the porch for a while," Zera suggested with a goofy grin. "Arthur will be back with Mary soon, and I want to greet her first."

Erica's head tilted to the side slightly in thought. "Oh yeah. Isn't she supposed to be the OC or something of one of your favorite Wattpad authors?"

"Yup," Zera grinned, popping the 'p.' The two of them were now relaxing on the swinging bench suspended from the roof of the front porch. "My second favorite Wattpad author ever, Mini_Moffat. Whom you never took my advice to read! Although," Zera's wide smile sank into a contemplative frown, "Mini_Moffat based Mary on herself, I believe, but if Mary didn't write the fanfiction Mini_Moffat published, even though it was her character that's actually real... And that means Mary is probably Mini_Moffat... Damn, that's confusing enough to make your head explode. I'm not sure what the full story is, but I'm sure we'll find out soon."