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

Let it Go (Part 1)

(Avery's Point of View)

"Wake up, dudette!" America shook me, trying to wake me up. I grunted. "C'mon, dudette!" he pleaded. "Everyone else is downstairs!" "Alright, I'm up, Alfie," I sighed. "Will you stop shaking me?" "Oh, yeah," he replied. "Sorry." He hurried back down stairs and left me to change. I managed to squeeze into my skinny jeans, and slipped on a black tee, which listed the warning signs of being a lumberjack: cutting down trees (listed 3 times), eating lunch, going to the lavatory, shopping on Wednesdays, having buttered scones for tea, skipping, jumping, pressing wild flowers, wearing women's clothing, hanging around in bars, wearing high heels, suspenders, a bra, and wishing you'd been a girlie like your father. Monty Python was my spirit animal.

I sped down the stairs as a sweet smell kept intriguing me. I found myself in the dining room, finding that the sweet smell was fresh pancakes, and maple syrup. Canada must have made breakfast, I assumed, smiling as I heard Sealand hum the Lumberjack Song. "Does anyone mind if I turn on the radio?" America asked. We all shook our heads. He turned it on, as Justin Bieber's "Baby" was just about to start. "Turn that shit off, and then we'll be happy," I groaned. "Not in front of Sealand and Liechtenstein!" England and Switzerland snapped, covering their ears a bit too late. "They need to hear it sometime," I replied, somewhat apologizing afterwards.

Suddenly, a really good station came on. "Stop there, aru!" China ordered. "Uptown Funk" was on, and all three members of the Bad Touch Trio dared each other to a dance-off. Three perverts dancing, I thought. This should be interesting. They started dancing, earning a chuckle from Germany, Japan, and Romano. I tried my best to contain my laughter, but I ended up turning blue. "Big brother," Liechtenstein asked, pointing at me. "Is she okay?" "I have no idea," Switzerland shook his head.

When the song ended, Prussia asked, "So, vere our moves awesome? Kesesesese, I know mine vere!" "It's a no from me," I replied, in my best Simon Cowell voice. Everyone except for the BTT broke down in laughter. "That was-a very funny, bella," Italy laughed, not understanding my joke. "That was the best impression I've ever heard, love," England laughed the hardest. "Oh, man, you're gonna kill me, dudette," American chuckled. "Come on, mon cherie," France pouted, his bottom lip hanging out. "Keep doing that, and a bird will lay an egg on it, frog face," England snapped. "Shut up, Angleterre," France retaliated. Then, the radio station stopped playing music. "We interrupt this program for some breaking news!" it boomed.

Dun, dun, dun!!!!!!! Okay, this chapter was not as emotional, but the next one will be. Hopefully, this chapter was better than the last one. Hasta la Pasta!