Hetalia One-Shots

HongIce : A Special Follower

I scrolled down on my laptop eating a bag of chips. My account was just starting to become noticed by others and as their leader, I had to guide all those poor, lost souls to becoming my own personal army.

Scroll. Like. Reblog. Scroll.

Basically my whole day. Everyday.

I reached down to grab a water bottle scattered somewhere under my bed as a ring emitted from my laptop. I propped myself back on my elbows and checked out what it was.

A message. Someone actually messaged me. I stared at my screen in disbelief as I clicked on the icon. The message was from show-n-glow, a really popular blogger! Why in the world was he writing to me?

I started to panic as I read the message.

Hey naturally-untalented ! I've been following you for a while now and I can't help but feel really happy that a blogger like you is actually following me!

He's kidding right. He's like, way more popular than I am! I scrolled down and resumed reading.

So anyway... I was wondering if you'd accept to meet up in person, you seem like a really nice guy and we have a lot in common and I think it would be great if we could become friends!
Tell me what you think, show-n-glow , Out!

I stared at my screen wide eyed and screamed, an inaudible scream, one of those high pitched screams you do when you're super excited but still have to keep it down otherwise your family will send you to an asylum. Yeah, you know exactly what I mean.

I reread the message and started to reason with myself.

This could be a prank. Why would a guy like him be interested in becoming friends with someone like me. And is he stupid? What if I turned out to be some serial killer, what would he do when he'd meet up with me? And am I stupid? What if he turns out to be a psycho?

I let out a groan and fell on my side, rolling on my back. I stared at the couple of posters on my ceiling and groaned again.

"Emil, is everything alright?" my brother asked from downstairs.

Right. If I ever do decide to go meet with show-n-glow I'd have to sneak past him, he'd kill me if he learned I wanted to meet with a complete stranger. He has a serious brother complex.

"Yeah I'm fine, just, just doing homework," I lied.

"Oh, okay. Tell me if you need any help."

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry."

"Emil, are you sure it's not adolescent-"

"LUKAS!" I yelled, jolting from my bed my face flustered.

"Okay okay, I was just making sure!"

He always does that. Sometimes I wonder if it's just to embarrass me. I bet it amuses him greatly to torture me when I'm already facing all these existential crises. Speaking of crises, I still need do decide whether or not to see show-n-glow in person.

Eh, as long as they have wifi and a computer if they kidnap me, I'm fine with it. And so, I started typing my response.

Um, hey show-n-glow. I don't really understand where all this is coming from all of a sudden but sure, I wouldn't mind meeting you. Where were you thinking about meeting up?

I plunged my hand into my bag of chips and brought a handful into my mouth while waiting for a reply. It didn't take long before he answered. Guess he was waiting all along.

Really?! That's awesome! So about the meeting place, how about the old oak tree in the park a few blocks away from your school? Let's say 4 p.m. , not too long after school on Friday?