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

Never Let Go

(America's Point of View)

I turned to my brother, who was still covered in maple syrup, then to the screen. "What the bloody hell is this?" Iggy asked. "Interview with the Vampire," Canada replied. "If onry you were this brave, Arfred," Japan teased. "Pft, I'm the hero!" I exclaimed. "What's the matter, Alfie?" Avery cooed. "Afraid of a stupid vampire?" Everyone snickered. "I am not!" I shouted. "Sure," she laughed.

  What's her problem? I wondered. Me? Afraid of a vampire movie? Bitch, please. I'm the hero, I'm not afraid of anything! "Is zis ze one vhere zhey sparkle?" Prussia asked, annoyed. "Nope!" Canada and Avery replied. "Good," he smiled. "Zat one sucks." We decided to join the two lovebirds and watch the movie.

(France's Point of View)

I was trying to watch the film while America kept asking a bunch of questions. "How do they not know he's a vampire?" he asked. "Watch the damn film and find out," Angleterre snapped. Then, when we got to the end, he asked, "Why are they killing Claudia? Why aren't they killing Louis if they hate him that much?" "Damn it, aru," China replied, annoyed. "Watch the stupid movie already! For the last time!"

The movie finally ended, and so did America's shitty questions. I went to ask Russia something, but he put a finger to my lip and pointed at Avery, who was fast asleep in Canada's arm. Canada was asleep as well. "Ohhonhonhon, zey look adorable," I chuckled, hoping not to wake the lovebirds up. "Was that awesome or what?" America asked. "Sh!" Russia and I hushed him, and pointed at the sleeping couple. "Aw," he whispered, taking out his phone to take a picture. "This is so going on my Facebook account!" "Oh, no you don't, wanker," Angleterre swiped his phone. "Leave them alone." "Yeah, aru!" China murmured in agreement. "We might as well take them to their rooms," America suggested. "France, you get Canada, and I get Avery." "Vhy do jou get ze hot chick?" Prussia snapped. "Don't I get a say in zis?" I asked, pissed that he made me carry my son to his room. "No, you bloody frog!" Angleterre replied. "America, why don't you let me take Avery to her room, and you can have your ice cream?" "Thanks, Iggy!" America smiled. "Don't call me that!" he pouted.

I know, this chapter is short, and it sucks. Hopefully the next few chapters will be better. Speaking of, the next few chapters may be a bit emotional. I might edit this chapter because of how shitty it is. And nearly 50 votes and 150 reads? Awesome! (not as awesome as Prussia, though. Kesesesese) You all are amazing! Keep calm and make pasta!