Hetalia Randomness

A Hetagirl Simulator

Me: *breathing on England's shoulder*

England: What the hell, Hetagirl?

Me: You have entered the personal space of hell.....

England: Oh please.

America: Her life's a hell.

England: No it isn't.

Me: You have not had my childhood.

England: BRING IT ON!!!

Me: I have something better: The Hetagirl Simulator.

England: Do it.

- The Simulator - -England's POV-

I turn around, all there is is people. Fifteen year olds. Oh, great.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Someone yells, and shoves someone to the ground. I wince, looking at them.
"SETTLE DOWN!" Someone yells. "So I can do attendance. Billy, here, Randall, here, Eliza, here." About a lot of names later, I realized Hetagirl has not been called.
"Who the hell are you?" The teacher asks.

- Hours later -

The ride home is dark, depressing. And when I reach the depressing home, I am greeted with a little boy cowering in fear.
"What's wrong?" I ask, worried.
"Daddy's angry again." The boy cries. "He's yelling because you're late."
I walk in and see a man in his forties or fifties sitting and watching TV. "Who are you? I'm supposed to have my motherf'ck bitch here, not you." The man says angrilly, a pissed off look on his face.
A boy about thirteen comes into the room. "D-D-" he stutters, "Do you play the piano?"
I know what he's really asking.
"Can you help me?"