Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Nine*

Chapter Nine

Secrets galore

A tension hung in the air, drawing dust particles tightly together and thinning the oxygen needed to breath. No one dare make a noise, fearful of causing a catastrophe we wouldn't be able to return from.

Two figures lay in the center of the room atop a magic circle that had been amaturely drawn on the back of a very nice rug. The blinding light had settled, revealing the now humanoid nations lying peacefully. Though they had not waken up before the spell was enacted and I had no idea what would happen and I assumed the others knew as little as me. So the only thing to do was wait.

One minute

Two minutes

Three-

Eyes shot open, revealing a lively blue that nearly lit up the room on their own. Distressed mixed with the bright color as the nation sat up, looking wildly around the room. His gaze jumped from the pictures on the wall to other nations scattered around the room.

"Woah! Where am I! What's happening- Oh, hey Artie." The North American nation, otherwise known as America, calmed down at the sight of Arthur. He smiled and waved at the Brit who frowned in response.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that, Alfred. We aren't toddlers. At least, I'm not." He retorted. The insult only caused Alfred to laugh, a large smile resting on his face between waves. Another nation lay next to him, grumbling as Alfred's booming laughter filled the room.

"Be quiet, Alfred. I'm trying to sleep." France, the other nation lying atop the carpet, ordered. He raised an arm to push the American's leg which drew out another booming laugh. I cringed slightly at the volume, but thinking of my own laugh I knew better than to judge.

"Come on, Francis! I didn't know you liked sleeping on the floor now? What are you? A bum?" Francis gasped, practically flying to his feet with disgust painted over his face. His hands brushed against his clothes as if invisible germs had stuck to his entire being.

"Oh mon dieu! I cannot believe I was on the floor." He said, more horrified with his sleeping arrangements than Alfred's insult of being a bum. Germs are his downfall? Or maybe just the ground? Either way, I'll be adding it to my weakness folder for future notice.

Alfred stood up as well. His personality bouncy for someone who slept for two days straight. As his gaze focused on Carla and I, his face nearly burst with the smile that sat on his lips.

"Hey, I haven't seen you two before. Are you new nations? Warlocks?" Alfred gasped, lowering his voice to a whisper, "You guys are grim reapers aren't you and I'm the only one who can see you." He looked frantically at the other nations, who didn't seem the least bit interested in Alfred's antics.

Does he usually act like this? I don't think I can handle another Carla in my life. Beside me, Carla let out a laugh of her own. One that, like Alfred's, filled the room with noise.

"I wish I was a grim reaper, do you know how many people I would kill during group projects? Literally everyone. But no, we're both human." Carla held out her hand to Alfred, nudging me in the side to do the same, "The name's Carla Monawalk and my grump roommate is-" She left a space for me to introduce myself. I lifted a smile onto my face, contrasting the screaming inside my head at how many times i've introduced myself in the past week.

"____ ____." I greeted, cringing inwardly at how dumb my voice sounded. Alfred didn't seem to notice however and grabbed both our hands, giving them three, confident shakes.

"It's great to finally meet some people who aren't such drags, like Arthur." He said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder in Arthur's general direction.