Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Four *

Chapter Four

Breakfast Time Is Best Time

"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me that my spell actually worked?" Carla stared at the three dolls which stood on the kitchen counter, whisking away at a single egg. I nodded, taking a long drink from my coffee

Carla ran a hand through her hair, trying to process the sight before her.

"You're surprised? I thought you knew all about magic?" I asked between bites of toast. Carla shrugged with confusion still on her face.

"I mean, I know as much as any average college student with too much free time. I can name your basic summoning circles and everyday incantations but that doesn't mean I'm used to success." She said. Her eyes remained stuck on the three dolls as she took a thoughtful sip of coffee.

They'd now moved to cooking the egg, a step which I had offered to help with but was declined. Germany, who I'd come to know as Ludwig, seemed to be in charge of the egg cooking. He counted aloud while Arthur and Lovino held a spatula, turning it in a clockwise motion for ten counts and then switching direction to repeat the process.

Carla and I sat watched the dolls work at their scrambled egg dutifully, moving as a team to remove the egg from the pan and to the plate I'd set out.

Soon they were all happily eating the fluffiest scrambled eggs I've ever seen on smaller plates I dug out from a doll house in our storage room. How the doll house got there, I have no idea. Nor did I understand why it was fully equipped with mini utensils and plates. It's a question I'd rather place aside for another supernatural adventure.

Thinking of the doll house reminded me that Arthur, Lovino, and Ludwig weren't the only dolls in our apartment. I hadn't even considered checking on the others. I was so caught up in making sure Carla didn't pass out again and that none of the conscious countries set themselves on fire making an egg. Maybe I should move them? Just so then they don't wake up to an unorganized bedroom and a bookshelf full of fantasy novels.

I excused myself from the table and headed towards my bedroom. The wizard statue still sat on the ground, shattered in a sad pile of gryffindor colors and a piece of forehead decorated by a lightning scar. Poor, Harry. I had a moment of stillness while mourning the boy who lived, procrastinating facing the new weight in my life. The crushing fear that I'll walk into my room and see a bunch of sentient dolls, waiting to murder whoever caused them to be in the state.

Okay, but you're ten times their size? Just do it, bitch. I ordered.

Damn, fine, just don't be so mean. I responded. I gingerly stepped over the figurine, promising to clean it up...later.

With a held breath, I nudged open my bedroom door to find it completely calm. Nothing had changed since my sudden departure three hours earlier. Of course they hadn't. They're not alive. At least, not yet apparently.

I approached the dresser slowly, letting my eyes rest on each doll left asleep as I considered where to move them. Somewhere with sun but also not too in the open. I don't want someone to visit and see a bunch of dolls with country names written on them.

An idea popped into my head, the perfect setting for a totally normal person to place five dolls that were changed from keychains that were sent from an unknown source to their doorstep. I carefully collected the dolls into my arms with an only pillow beneath them and left the room with confidence.

Nearly jumping over the shattered harry potter figurine, I flew through the kitchen and past Carla. Ignoring the questions from Arthur as I speed walked past them and casually kicked open the door to our backroom, entering and closing the door behind me.