Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH.4

i wince as the light from the window shown in my eyes. Groaning, I rolled over and pulled the pillow over my head.

"Damn the sun and its bloody bright light!" After I got comfortable again, with my head stuffed under my pillow and the covers wrapping my like a cocoon, I finally felt relaxed. Wow, I haven't felt so tired in my life....

I peeked out from under the pillow at my alarm clock. It read 10:37. I quickly sat up, my pillow falling to the floor.

"Bloody hell, I slept in?" I rubbed my eyes while yawning, then stretching my arms. I usually get up at 8, I haven't slept in since I was a teen. well, I did go to bed late...

After I finally drug my self out of the bed, I opened up my closet and pulled out a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and my green sweater vest. Sluggishly walking to my bathroom, I slowly took of my pj pants and pulled on my jeans. I reached out to grab my shirt when suddenly my butt felt bare. My gaze dropped down to my pants, that were now drooping a little down my thighs.

"Didn't these fit me three days ago?" I pulled them up, only for them to fall back down again.

"What? Are these even my jeans?!" I sighed in frustration, tightening a belt around them so they wouldn't fall. Just then, the door bell rang through the house. I growled, quickly throwing on my white T-shirt and jogging to the mirror. I just wont put on my vest then...

My eyes widened as soon as I saw my reflection. I now longer looked 20 (though I am WAY older than that...) I looked 16!

"BLOODY HELL!" I screamed, backing into the sink and knocking down all the stuff on it.

"England dude! open the door!" I quickly began to panic, cursing under my breath. That dumb American cant see my like this! He would make fun of me even more!

I rushed down the stairs and over to the front door. I grabbed the door knob and held it so he couldn't open the door.

"Go away you Wanker! I'm busy!"

"Dude, I heard you scream. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, now leave!" I felt him twist the handle, so I tightened my grip on it and pushed all my weight against it.

"Are you holding the door!? Come on bro, let me in!"

"I said I'm busy! Go bug someone else!" I grunted as I pushed the door. He kept giggling the knob, trying to pry open the door.

"No!" Just as he said that, the door swung open, knocking me to floor. My head smacked the tile, pain spreading through my skull.

"Argh!" I growled in pain, clutching my head.

"Dude, I'm soooo sorry!" I felt him grab my arm and yank me up to my feet.

"I said I was busy!" I rubbed my throbbing head, glaring at him.

"WOW, What happened to you!?" He reached out and poked my face. I swatted his hand away and shut the door.

"I, uh..." I trailed off, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen, pretending to 'casually' be making tea. Maybe he would drop it and ignore my teen look.

"You look younger.....What kind of lotion are you using?" I snapped my head toward him and sent him a confused look.

"Lotion? They have lotion to make you look younger?" America just stared at me. I felt self conscious.

"I think so... But seriously dude, what happened?" I sighed, well there was now way he would let this pass.

"I....messed up on a.....spell..." He kept staring for a few more moments before laughing.

"That's hilarious dude!" I glared at him.

"Its not funny! Now I'm a damn teen like you!"

"How do you know I'm a teen?" He suddenly stopped laughing, seriousness glazing his face.

"Well, not counting your actually age, but just the way you look. If an ordinary human saw you, they would think your about 17 or 18. I on the other hand looked 20-30. Now I look 16."

"Oh, did you plan it?" I raised my eyebrow, is he serious?

"I just said I messed up on a spell...."

"Oh yeah... Well, when are you going to turn yourself back?" I stopped stirring my tea and looked at the floor. I don't know how too..... But if I tell him then it will make me look weak.....

""Uh, I was thinking I could uh....try to... act like a teen for a while." He sent me a confused look. "Like you know, living in my teen years again, remember how fun it was..." I really hope he bought that...

"Dude..." He suddenly smiled, now I was worried." I could totally help you! Now that you look like a teen, I can teach you how to be one again! Its going to be so awesome!"

"I-I don't think-"

"DDDUUUUDDDEEE! What were you like as a teen?"

"Well....I don't think now's the time-"

"I know! I'm going to call France! He will tell me all about your teen years! Its going to be like amazing!"

"America-"

"Yo France!?" I sighed, America was already talking to the Frog on the phone. I didn't want him to know my teen years. I dreaded them, I was nothing but a spoiled punk. But, now that America is determined to find out, there is no way to change him mind....

This is going to be a long day....