A Whole New World (a Hetalia Fan Fiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Cards Against Hetalia (Part 4)

Sorry for not posting for a while. I've been pretty busy with school. However, there will be plenty of updates in the weekend! This will be the last CAH part for right now, but I will hopefully post another few chapter where they play the game again. I'll shut up now! ;)

(Prussia's Point of View)

My head still hurt after Avery had borrowed Russia's pipe and hit me with it... at least a hundred times. At least I finally vin a damn round, I thought. At least I'm catching up to zat good-for nossing girl. There was no way I was going to catch up to her, though, as she had already won more than 20 rounds. "Not feeling so awesome now, are you, dude?" American teased. "Shut up!" I huffed. Avery gave me a cheeky smile, and it made me want to punch her in the face. "Jou are lucky jou are hot," I hissed. She blushed.

(Spain's Point of View)

Watching Prussia lose a fight was truly a rare and beautiful sight. Watching him lose to a girl, that was even more hilarious. It was finally my turn to be the Card Czar, and I pulled the last card from the pile.

"Make a Haiku"

 Oh no, I thought. Ze only one who can actually make a haiku is Japan, good sing I'm Czar and I don't have to do zis! As I watched the others struggle, Avery had already set her three cards down, her poker face already showing. "FYI, it doesn't have to follow the 5-7-5 pattern," she said, hoping to win faster.

After a few long minutes, everyone had their cards set down. None of them were very good, so I just handed the card to France. Brothers have to help each other, don't they?

(France's Point of View)

I smiled as my brother handed me the card. Winning the final round was usually a big achievement, but it wasn't as big as winning the most cards. "Four," England said, holding up his cards. "Wrong game, Iggy," Avery teased. "No need to be a smart-ass," he retaliated. "Better than being a dumb one, mate," she replied, mocking his accent. "Oi! Watch it, love," he snapped. "Okay, dad," she sighed.

"Thirteen!" America snickered. Oh, please, I thought. "Fifteen!" I shouted. "Ten, da!" Russia cheered. "Avery can suck on, tventy," Prussia sneered. "Top zat, vannabe." "Oh, yeah?" Avery accepted his challenge. "Try thirty-eight." All of our mouths hung wide. "How is zat even possible?!" Germany shouted, slamming his twelve cards on the table. "To be fair, my asshole brozer lost to a girl." "Not true!" Prussia whined. "Everyvone knows I am more awesome zan jou!"

(Avery's Point of View)

Yes, I did win the game by a long shot, but yes, Prussia is a sore loser. I leaned over towards Romano and whispered, "You're right, he is a potato bastard." "You see-a what I-a told you, bella?" he murmured. "Hi, I am ze awesome Prussia, and I hate losing to girls in fights because I am more awesome than everyone!" I mimicked. "Venever I meet a girl, I try to claim her vital regions. I should also add zat I'm a pervert!" The countries laughed their asses off when I mocked Prussia, but being the narcissist he was, Prussia snapped. "Jou idiot!" he yelled. "I am not a pervert! I am too awesome!"

 Not a pervert, my ass, I thought to myself, smiling. To be fair, he wasn't alone in the list of perverts that I've met in one day: France, S. Korea, France, Spain, Prussia, France, France, France, America (he stared at my shirt for most of the meeting), France, France, France, and France.

It was strange how I drew close to this many strangers in an eight-hour time span. It was even more stranger how much I could trust them with my darkest secrets that I've kept from my teachers, counselors, therapists (yes, I have more than one), Caroline, and my father. I stared down at my cards, pushing them aside. I started to think about my past again, a habit I have when I feel trapped or alone. I stood up, and left the room. Shit, I thought. Can I not go one day without thinking about the bullshit I've had to go through? Suddenly, my eyes began to burn, and hot tears flowed from my face. Just what I need, I thought, pissed that I hadn't found a place to hide yet. To burst into tears in front of strangers, fantastic. Absolutely fucking fantastic.