Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Mandatory Store Chapter

Tomorrow came much to fast for my liking. I would've preferred a good fifty hour gap between when I returned to my room, being greeted by a cranky Lovino who wanted some 'damn good stories', and when I was woken up by shouts from my living room.

The characteristic signs of trouble showed almost instantly. Voices that definitely weren't Carla, Yao, and Ivan ricocheting off of the walls and down the hall. A very cold wooden floor on the soles of my feet. And the feeling of nearly slipping on a discarded book from the previous night. I scowled and grabbed 'Liza the Great' from the ground and placed it on the bed with the other books.

Don't fuck with me, Liza. You won't be so great after I'm done with you. I thought. A completely empty threat fueled by fatigue and a need for coffee. I nudged the stack of books away from Lovino's legs to avoid another spill. Overnight, the Italian had spread out to take up most of the bed as his mouth hung open, breath shaking his curl. It's so weird to see him not...well, not angry. The familiar frown which usually graced his features was replaced with a surprisingly dreamy smile.

Huh, he looks kind of cute when he's not being such as asshole. A smile of my own spread on my face. At least he has one redeeming quality.

I braced myself and headed out the door, accepting that I wouldn't be prepared for whatever sat at the end of this hall, and pressed on anyway. As I drew closer to the living room, the voices stuck out distinctly against the previous silence. Alfred shouted, as Alfred always does, and Arthur responded with a passive aggressive remark on how he's being 'such an American' which I wasn't sure how that worked as a insult but it drew a similar response from said American. The familiar laughter of Francis trailed after Alfred's remark, signifying the full Matthew crew had somehow gotten into the house? This is what I get for giving Matthew a spare key. Four countries running rampant in my apartment, not including the three already staying here.

I passed through the living room on my way to the kitchen, noticing the two lumps laying on the couch. Ivan's arm dropped off the side of the couch as he slept, back of his hand lying peacefully on the floor. In contrast, Yao had curled up in a ball with his back to the rest of the room. Despite the dynamic positions, both nations seemed to be asleep thankfully.

"Guys, quiet down." Matthew's said, sounding more exasperated than he did on finals week. Heh, regretting your decision already, bud?

"We wouldn't need to be quiet if Arthur could be a big boy for once and find the tea." Francis commented, the insult followed by an angry huff from the Brit.

"I'm try my hardest, you frog. At least I'm trying instead of sitting there like a corpse."

"At least this corpse knows how to proper match fall colors."

"I'll show you matching colors."

This sounds like a good time to intervene. I picked up my pace and entered the kitchen, effectively pushing pause on whatever fight was about to break out. Sadly, I wasn't able to to stop the previous damage that had been done to my kitchen. Cupboards were thrown open with their contents spread across the counters. Spices, sandwich bags, and...a box of tampons? Wait a second, just which cupboards are they going through? I pushed past Arthur and Francis, both of which still appeared very angry at each other, and snatched the box from the counter. I placed them safely in the bathroom cupboard where they belonged and returned to the kitchen. All conversation had stopped at the four nations stared at me. They appeared shocked that I would walk into my own kitchen during their loud conversation. Alfred raised a hand and waved to me from his spot at the table.