Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Ten*

Chapter Ten

Pandora's Box

NOTE: This chapter includes mention of panic attacks, though not graphically depicted or discussed, please know that they are mentioned

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I stood in the kitchen, eyes darting between Matthew who stood paralyzed in the doorway, and Alfred, Arthur, and Francis who all shared the same gaping expression. Why do I keep ending up in these situations?

Matthew had knocked on the door, saying he had Carla's homework and needed to return it which was all well and good but he refused to just give me the homework. When I asked him why I couldn't give Carla the homework, he began to get nervous, saying it had to be delivered in person for 'confidentiality' reasons.

I was about to shut the door in his face, not buying the bullshit for a second, but then he stuck his foot in the door. An unnatural strength pushed against the door, shoving me back as it swung open and Matthew dropped the bomb right there.

"I'm the personification of Canada!" He shouted, though his shout barely completed with Carla's usual speaking level.

The exclamation carried through the house or maybe that was just inside my head. Echoing endlessly against my skull as I tried to process if he was joking or not. I mean, this is Matthew we're talking about. The same guy who thought it was illegal to put root beer cans in the trash. He can't be an actual nation, so he must be joking, right?

Three sets of footsteps slowly approached the kitchen, rounding the corner to stand where I found myself now.

I waited for someone to speak, or even move. But the three sorry, the four nations held their ground. Preferring to stare at each other instead of continue the reunion.

A smile spread across Matthew's face, sorrow, elation, and confliction all mixing on his face in an expression I couldn't classify as one emotion. On the other side of the kitchen, tears rolled down Francis' face, the frenchman not making any move to hide his surprise.

I expected them to move, speak, do something but no. They stood shellshocked with no sign of life, leaving me confused for a whole number of different reasons. The top one currently being another one of my friends revealed their secret identity as the personification of a landmass that somehow ended up going to my college and bonding with me over 'Scott Pilgrim VS The World'.

"Hey, can we speed up this weird reunion so I can be angry at you all-" My request was cut short by a primal yell emitting from the bathroom. The door violently swung open, a sickening crunch as the knob hit the wall. Vladimir sprung from the bathroom and shoved Matthew out the doorway.

"Vladimir? What are you-" Matthew cries were muted by Vlad. The wall shook as he slammed the door shut in his fellow nation's face. A new wave of confusion washed away the previous, replacing the question of the day with 'Why is Vladimir now insane and should I be concerned?'.

Three seconds of ragged breaths passed from the Romanian with no sign of change until he spun around with a cheery smile as if he hadn't forced Matthew out of my apartment.

"Wow, what a random thing to happen! How about we don't let Matthew back in and go back to thinking about room arrangements? Remember how stressed you were about that, ___. Let's focus on that stress and head back to the other room." Vladimir rambled, placing both hands on my shoulders and guiding me back to the living room.

I scoffed and shrugged his arms over, moving so I stood between him and the front door.

We had a momentary stand-off, eyes clashing as I dared him to try and make me move. With a break in my glare, I sighed and allowed my shoulders to slouch.