Hetalia X Reader: Little Miss Cyber

Chapter 9 - 'Brewing' ideas at night

How does one simply say that they literally had their butt pulled out of trash, carried bridal style down to a beach, got swarmed and fretted over by a bunch of Nordic boys; minus the Icelandic one who still seems... how you say 'OH MY GOD ITS HERE! Must avoid eye contact, talking and possibly breathing, can't inhale anything that has ever touched her'. GOSH! And you thought that you were the shy, socially awkward one, maybe he is El Awkwardo, the boss of being socially awkward; a truly heroic inventor of how to 'stuff up in a social situation'. Anyway, thankfully Berwald didn't ask why he found you hanging out in the trash can and he didn't tell the others about how he found you, and there was no need to discuss your run in with Mr. Raw Scottish Accented Killer Jawbone Structure Hunk.

You tossed over in your bed while kicking your blanket off onto the floor, staring up at the roof annoyedly sighing at the thought of Allistor.

You: hitting your head with your palm
Stupid! Stupid! Clear your mind! That Scottie is clearly nothing more than a hottie drowning in bad news!

You began to softly chew down on your tongue as you blankly stared through the dark up at the roof, allowing your mind to wonder.

You: mumbling to yourself as you yawned
I wonder what Gilbert did yesterday?

Your eyes spread wide open and flung your back off the mattress sitting up in utter shock of what you just mumbled to yourself unconsciously. Why was Gilbert suddenly on your mind, neither Germans nor albinos typically entered your thoughts while trying to get back to sleep. Usually it's homework you remember that is due the next morning and it's like 2:47am or your just like 'why do they call it a pair of underwear when there is only one signal clothing Item? Does it have an imaginary twin that no one knows of and is always over shadowed by the more well known twin?' (Hmm, that seems a little familiar somehow, is underwear used as a metaphor to describe certain someones or *cough* nations *cough*)

You: rolling off your bed and face palmed
Stop being another dumb girl! (Jumping up onto your feet) HAHA! Sorry but ain't no German, Scotsman, Swede, and everything else ever gonna make this chick weak at her knees!

As soon as you finish your inspirational little speech to yourself you decided to climb back into bed, but your attention was snatched away as soon as you lifted your knee towards the bed; swing it around and tippy toed over towards the door. Accidentally slamming the side of your face against the door you listened in, your ears were correct, somebody was out there and past curfew; the next thing you realised was that you were now stalking the rule breaker. HOW!?! WHY. MUST. YOUR. BODY. THINK. WITHOUT. YOUR. BRAIN!?! Last time you checked, your body didn't declare independence and full control over your being, that is your brain's job; did you hear that body? Brain's job; limbs don't think for themselves.

You were following a shadow that bounced off of a building, not a single thought ran through your mind; you were too curious for your own good.

You: jumping and screaming
AHHH!

You snatched at the hand on your shoulder and attempted to yank it off your shoulder, but you soon turned around and recognised the face of a friend and not a foe.

Mathias: looking at you with confusion
Elsker? (Love) What are you doing out here at night, it's past the curfew?

Hmm, that's a funny question, you could ask him the same exact thing.

Arthur:
Oi twit! Where are you?

Someone was pacing around the corner, but Mathias didn't retreat, he just remained standing there next to you. A boy with blonde hair, emerald eyes and bushy eyebrows walked around the corner frowning at Mathias, but the instant he noticed you his facial expressions wiped away and now he was confused.