Prussia: “Hey Romano, you got any thing to drink?”
Romano: “yeah. In the fridge.”
America: “Hey Prussia, grab me a glass of malk.”
Prussia: “they don’t have any malk but I can get you some milk.”
Romano: “that’s what he just said.”
America: “yeah, I just want some malk.”
Prussia: “no, your saying malk. Like it’s a disease.”
Romano: *chuckles* “how do you say it?”
Prussia: “well I’m saying it the way everybody supposed to say it, milk. M. I. L. K.”
Romano: “right. Like 2%.”
America: “Yeah. Whole malk.”
Prussia: “nononono. Say milkshake.”
America: “milkshake”
Prussia: “now say milk”
America: “Malk.”
Prussia: *Facepalm* “Are you hearing this?”
Romano: “yeah. The man wants a glass of molk.”
Prussia: “MOLK?!”
Romano: “give him the molk Prussia!”
Spain: “Romano. Inside voices please.”
Romano: “sorry dad. My white friends.”
Spain: *walks away*
America: “PRUSSIA! Pour me. A glass. Of MALK!”
Romano: “Just give him the freaking Molk!”
Prussia: “you guys aren’t even saying the same thing!”
America: “we’re all saying malk prussia!
Prussia: “no! Your saying malk, your saying-“
Romano: “Mooooolk!”
America: “Maaaaaalk!”
Prussia: *eye twitch*
America: “Maaaaaaalk~!”
Prussia then proceeds to go on a tantrum and beat up America with Romano hiding behind the living room couch and laughing his ass off. Spain is in his tomato fields just listening to the chaos coming from inside his home just thinking of how much cleaning he will have to do.
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Hetalia One-Shots
FanfictionNot the best at making Hetalia fanfictions........ but...... I try. that means something right? Anyway, have fun 😅
