Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Five *

Chapter Five

A surprising development, repeated multiple times

"What the fuck!" Carla shouted as the door collided with the adjacent across the wall.

Now would be a convenient moment for a movie freeze frame where the protagonist explains what exactly is occuring. And since my life has essentially become a horrible joke of a story, I took a step back to survey the scene:

The door had been fully removed from the hinges and now sat against the wall, a hole in the wall made by the doorknob that sent a cloud of dust into the kitchen. My lungs tried to keep the dust from my system, causing me to cough as I tried to see who had destroyed our entryway.

Over Carla's manic screeching, I heard Ludwig sending order to the dolls, catching a few commands which sounded an awful lot like battle formations. I turned my attention to the table, eyes widening as I saw Ivan prepare to throw a fork into the dust like a javelin. I pushed past Carla and grabbed all four dolls in my arms, cringing as the points of a fork stabbed my skin. Lovino sucked in a breath, muttering Italian while dropping the fork as if disposing of evidence.

"Act like dolls before I make you lifeless." I said, straining not a yell out. The dust from the wall settled. Whoever broke my fucking door better be ready to have my foot surgically removed from their ass. A sharp breath sounded from outside the doorway, the culprit hiding in the hallway as if he could escape his fate.

"Didn't mean to do that..."

Of course it's him. No one else could break down a door like that dumbass. Through the door, and over a few pieces of broken glass from dishes knocked to their demise by the collision, came Mike Fanalis.

White dust stuck out against his dark brown hair like powdered sugar on a chocolate cake. Not sure what chocolate cake needs powdered sugar atop it but Mike probably knew one. His knowledge reached in every direction except for what he needed to know.

He could ramble for days about 'Honey Bee social hierarchy' but lost all informational ability when it came to classes. Odd considering he's studying to be a... Actually, I don't think I ever learned what he was majoring in? Whenever I asked him he brushed off the question as if it was common knowledge which it obviously wasn't since I didn't know?

Mike continued into the door, brushing dust from his jacket as he sent a nervous look to Carla. She had stopped screeching but now held a look of anger that often emerged when Mike visited. I use the word visit very loosely because people are usually aware of a visit and visits are short pop ins where you say hello, maybe eat some food, then leave.

Mike randomly crashes into your life both figuratively and literally for a good few days unless something stops him. The something, in this case, is his grandmother who I liked to view as a Goddess that saved Carla and I from having to deal with Mike most days. Mike waited for Carla to burst, his eyes trailing to the dolls in my arms. I looked down as well, thankful to see them completely still like actual dolls.

"What's with the dolls, ___? Change your major to arts and crafts or something?" he joked, reaching out to grab Arthur. I hit his hand with my shoulder and brushed past him, walking from the kitchen before he could try and touch them again.

"None of your business, Fanalis. Why don't you focus more on fixing our door before Carla kills you?" I said over my shoulder. I rushed into the storage room and kicked the door shut behind me, a collective sigh from myself and the dolls sending particles spiraling in the rays of light coming through the window.

"What was that? Why is he breaking into your house?"

"Why that idiot kick the fucking door in?"