Corner of the Earth : a Hetalia Fanfiction

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I walked into my open hallway, a heavy cloud of exhaustion settling over me. As I set my luggage down, my white and grey cat came scampering over to greet me. I reached down and petted her absentmindedly as she head butted my hand. The countries are honestly kind of irritating... their bickering and conflicting personalities are not helping their problems at all...

I straightened up and began to head towards the kitchen. Japan and Italy seem to be the only ones actually trying to cooperate. The rest need to understand that they can't just scream at each other. I poured myself some coffee from a bottle in the fridge. I wish I could interfere more sometimes... than again, I'd probably screw everything up even more.

I sat down on my sofa and drank it slowly, letting the bittersweet flavor settle before taking a long drink. "Oh, right. I have cleaning to catch on to," I mumbled to myself. I... didn't really want to get up... but I had to, I supposed.

I finished my cleaning quick enough so that I found myself somewhat bored again. I grabbed the remote and hopped onto the sofa. Maybe I could finally watch some of those shows that had been recommended to me.

But... there were so many seasons...

A loud knocking broke the silence. The incredibly important decision had been postponed indefinitely. I stood up and started to walk over to the door. Another bell chime broke through the air. "Just a second!" I shouted, speeding up and grabbing the silver knob with a twist.

At the door stood a blond man in a red sweatshirt. His hair was messy and tousled. A pair of thin framed glasses were set on his nose. He smiled at me in a goofy way.

I stared at the man, amazed. "W...What are you doing here, Mister America...?" I stood up straighter.

"Well, you're American, and I was on my way up to see my bro and one of his houses in Newfoundland or something." America cracked a grin. "So, like, I thought I'd stop by."

"W-Well, I haven't cleaned. Or done anything, uh..." That was a lie. But looking back into my house, it already looked fairly subpar. "Y-You should have called, United States, sir."

America grinned, craning his head around me. "It's fine, my place is sooo much worse."

"I see." I responded. Okay, what made this guy think he could show up uninvited...? I mean... well, I was bored, I supposed.

"So, do you wanna' grab something to eat?" America asked, flipping his head back. "I'm hungry as hell. I'm going to have to be driving for a few more hours, so yeah."

"Alright." I nodded slowly. "I know the town pretty well... what are you in the mood for...?"

"Know any McDonalds around here?"

"There aren't any," I responded with an awkward laugh. That stuff was kind of disgusting, in my own opinion. But hey, I wasn't going to judge the man.

America, however, only responded with a shocked look. "How do you live?"

"I... make my own meals..." I responded, a little taken aback by the response.

America fell to his knees. "Aaaaah! I pity you! It makes me want to cry, bro!"

At this, I glanced up and down the street to make sure my neighbors weren't watching. "Can you get up, please...?" I asked with a frown.

America may have mocked a sniffle. He stood up, nodding slowly. "Yeah... sorry, bro."

I thought for a moment."Hey, I'll call one of my friends. She can cook really well. She might be able to make you some burgers." In all honesty, I disliked burgers. But judging by America's marital contract to the food, I'd probably get murdered in my sleep if I objected.

"So... come in. Make yourself at home." I suggested, turning to the phone. I started to dial Carter's number. Please don't be busy. Please don't be busy.

"Hello?"

I sighed with relief. I smiled, putting on my best 'please help me out' voice. "Hey, it's Ally. I need you to do me a huge favor."

The voice grew cheerful. "Oh, hey! What is it?"

"Well, you probably won't believe me if I tell you on the phone. So you need to come over... that is, if you want to," I continued, my tone slightly muted.

"Wow, your acting like the government is watching you," the voice laughed.

I glanced back at America sitting in a chair. "It kind of is."

"Wait... what? Uh, whatever. Anything you need me to bring?"

"Burger ingredients."

"...Okay...?"

I mumbled a thanks and hung up.

"Who was that?" America asked with a tilt of his head. I smiled back.

"A friend of mine. She's probably one of the best cooks I know... just you wait."