The Idiotic Adventures Of Anna Parker (Hetalia FanFic) (EDITING)

Witty Comebacks

Shoving the hamburger in my face, I glare at the person in front of me. "No, I don't." Makayla let's out a evil giggle whilst pointing at me. "You don't want to admit that you have girly feelings for someone who is an actually person." I bit another bite of the yummy hamburger with a frown, "I don't like anyone."

"You like me, but you loooovvveeee them."

"I don't even think I like you," I roll my eyes, "And I only love my brother and sister."

"You have a brother complex." She eats one of her fries, making a face and dipping it into ketchup. "You mom has a brother complex." I bit out, crossing my arms over the graphic tee I had on. "Makayla, I don't have any feelings for any of the countries nor Matt. I love them- yes. But I don't love them like that." I nod, happy with my response.

"Ugh, you and your annoying friend-zone card," Crossing her arms over her plain orange shirt, she leans back in her chair and squints at me, "You could have any boy you want because of your ditzy personality and your boobs- but noooo, you have to be that girl." I look at the hamburger with a sigh and then her words finally process. "Hey! I take offense to that!" She grins.

Currently, we are having what we call a 'ditch day' which we do once every semester. We are sitting in a small burger bar by our home. This is the day we just act like ourselves. No school uniforms, no boys, no drama- just our dramatic humor.

She wears normal clothes- an orange shirt, some regular jeans and some AllStars. Her brown hair is in a low pony tail instead of being down and curly. I'm dressed similar to her- a graphic tee with the word 'Sup?' in large green letters, dark skinny jeans, and my worn, beat up chucks. My hair is back in there good ol' braids.

"I only speak the truth, my friend," She says, taking a fry and waving it at me. I push up my glasses, "What about you? You hate boys as much as I do!" I scowl. "But I had a boyfriend, remember?" She quirks an eyebrow. "He was a douche, but sure- a boyfriend." I say dryly. "Hey, you haven't had a boyfriend yet- nor a real first kiss."

"I kissed Oliver back." I recall, picking up a single fry and staring at with a blank face. "Would you ever date him?"

"Hell no- he's a freaking dick." I eat the fry with a frown- it happens to be soggy and cold. I start to think of the blonde boy whom I call Oliver. I mean, I know I used to have a crush on him. But every girl in a group with a boys always has that one crush... Maybe it's because it's something they can't have. Maybe since the boy makes them laugh and smile, they start to think 'huh, since we are such close friends, it won't be awkward if we start to date!'

Man, teenage girls are weird. "Uh huh, but he's an adorable dick." I laugh lightly at her. "Okay, I'll give you that." We smile at each other as we fall silent. I wonder if we will always get to do this, I mean, this is our senior year. I'll go to a far off collage, a different one than her. Makayla will probably go to the collage in her home town. I'll loose my best friend because we both suck at texting.

Hm. I wonder what will happen to the countries. They won't go to collage, I mean, they already know enough. so I'll be alone at collage. It doesn't help that I may or may not be falling for one of them. That's not going to work out for the best. With my awkward way of showing feelings, we will never get anywhere. I don't like when people touch me either. How are we suppose to.. uh.. do romantic  things?

I tuck my hair behind my ear. Plus they're like years older than me, hundreds of years older than me. Maybe I'm over thinking things, it's not like I'm going to marry any of the countries. "You're twisting your straw nervously." Makayla notes, taking a sip of her orange soda. "My mind is in overdrive again- having a hard time stopping it." I reply, hitting my forehead on the table hardly.