Hetalia One-Shots

SuFin : Pay Back

(( I considered doing this for a while and finally decided to let you have a peek of what the end of "Soft Spots" would be. Here you go APH_Fem_England !))

From the moment I opened my eyes I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. I sat up and gasped in horror. For some reason the frame of my bed was set upside down, its feet peeking up in the air. I stumbled out of my bed to inspect it but was immediately attacked by more hideous objects. My desk usually equipped with drawers and shelves was modified with additional accessories which matched horribly with the decor.

My head began to spin but I ignored it to leave the room. In the hall were picture frames all dangling to one side, none hanging straight. At the end of the corridor normally stood a small stand with a potted plant but now an object provenant from hell stood in the corner. The pot was turned upside down with the plant on top of it, dirt crumbling to the floor. I sauntered down the stairs and entered the living room.

The sight was a nightmare. The couch had its legs on the back of the seat and was set on the floor without any support. The armchair had un-accorded pillows and blankets on it. The coffee table was sideways with a pair of legs glued on the wrong side of the platform. On the side of the wall was a black bookshelf with each shelf fastened in the wrong way and each slab was sideways. The books and CDs slid to one of the sides making it utter chaos on those racks.

From the ceiling was dangling a light with a ghastly paper orb covering it. The walls were decorated with awful paintings each scattered without any notion of fengshui in the room.

Every time I laid eyes on something new, my head was being pounded by the incoordination of every object in the room. I dared walking into the dining room only to have to grasp onto the wall to prevent myself from collapsing.

On the long table was a disgusting polka dotted spread with an abstract vase in the center. Each chair was different, not only in color but also in style. The antique cupboard on the far left holding my China was replaced by a cheap closet painted with flashy green shapes. I rubbed my eyes from under my glasses to make sure my eyes weren't playing terrible tricks on me. Unfortunately they weren't. I stood in panic and rushed over to my favorite room of the house, my kitchen, hoping it was spared. I entered the space and felt my heart stop.

The bar counter had useless culinary machines spread on it. Over it usually dangles many wine glasses each being held by the base. After the deranging makeover, the glasses were replaced by multicolored plastic cups which miraculously hung from the furniture. Near the sink were set kitchen knifes in a weird knife holder which looked like it was being murdered while right next to it were two salt and pepper bottles which were modeled to be two loving kittens. Giant oven mitts hung over the stove in an outrageous order. The fridge which usually had magnets from all the cities my wife and I have visited together was replaced by skulls and drawings so bad a two year old could have done better.

I leaned against the wall and attempted to calm my heavy breathing. Once more, the walls were covered with tasteless paintings in un-matching frames. My eyes burned and my heart throbbed. The state of my beloved home was dreadful. I stumbled over to the cupboards and hesitantly opened two. Inside were hideous plates and bowls stacked one on the other. The all was too much for me to bear. My mind spun too fast and before I realized what was happening, I was on the cold tiles staring at the ceiling of my kitchen. Past the blur covering my eyes I barely made out the words painted on the white ceiling.

"Come between me and my loved ones once again and I will make sure yours won't last in the furnace."

Right after deciphering the words, the room became dark and I could only feel the cold and emptiness surround me and pulling me into a pitch black void.