Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Forever Socially Awkward

Pee on Arthur? You could've messed up in any other way but you decide to say THAT?

Shut up. I didn't want to say it. It was an unwilling tragedy.

I'm sure Oedipus didn't want to fuck his mom but he still cast that curse on Thebes.*

Touche, mind, touche.

"____! You're alive! I knew my charms would work." I stumbled back as Yao pulled me into a hug. Three seconds out of the bedroom and I'm already being attacked. Good sign. I returned the hug with a kurt pat on the back. Yao pulled away but still held my shoulders.

"Lovino didn't think you'd wake up but I knew he was wrong. No one with such a horrible economy could know more than my chinese senses." An angry protest sounded from further in the room. I chuckled and placed a hand on Yao's.

"Thanks for the faith, Yao. Glad to know I've got some wise chinese knowledge on my side." I said, placing emphasis on the 'wise'. Yao's face broke into a prideful smile. He gave my shoulders a squeeze before stranding aside so I could see the full sight of the room. Alfred, Francis, Feliciano, Lovino, Kiku, and Ludwig filled a dark brown couch. The bickerings floating through the air as they couldn't even sit peacefully on a couch together. Alfred teased francis about his hair, the latter seeming very offended. And Feliciano could barely keep Lovino from cursing out Ludwig every five seconds. Arthur and Ivan nowhere in sight. Kitchen maybe? I hope so. Otherwise I said 'I have to pee on Arthur' for nothing.

"Hey, I didn't say you were going to die or anything. That asshat is exaggerating." Lovino called from the couch. I gave an understanding nod, placing a dramatic flare to it in a sarcastic sense.

"Sure you did, Lovino. Sure you did." I said with an eyebrow raised.

"I did! What the fuck are you trying to imply, bastard!" He shouted in return. I laughed, head shaking slightly as I turned to the other side of the room. Instead of the kitchen, a dining table sat underneath a hanging light. Four figures I'd only seen as dolls chatted amongst themselves. Okay then, that's Tino family. Let's hope all my jitters are gone so I don't say I plan to pee on one of them. Mustering all the confidence I could, which wasn't a lot, I walked over to the table and cleared my throat. All at once, four pairs of eyes looked at me. The sudden attention nearly throwing me off my game--nearly. I wasn't losing this battle, dumb anxiety.

"Hello. You four must be the Nordics?" I thrust out my hand, wrist a stiff extension of my arm, "I'm ___ ____. Sorry you have to be stuck with me throughout this hellshow." I held a cheesy smile on my face as I waited for one of them to respond. Three of the four stared at me with blank faces; the fourth closely examining my hand and face as if deciding whether to shake my hand or not. Hey, bud, with hair as tall as that, you have no place to look at me weirdly.

"So, you're the one who hung out with Tino? You're friends?" The one with gravity-defying hair asked, leaning closer to my face as he spoke. I leaned back to keep some semblance of personal space but nodded. Suddenly, the man stood from the table and grabbed my outstretched hand.

"Anyone who helped me find Tino is a friend of mine!" He exclaimed, a hearty laugh following. Who the fuck is this guy? I really don't need another Alfred in my life. Plus, I was literally unconscious when they reunited Tino... Let's keep that to myself though.

"A leader without his follower is emptier than a well with no water, you know. That's why I was so happy to find Tino again. My well had been refilled!" The man rambled, still holding my hand strongly in his own. Can we go back to me being anxious and him being silent please. That'd be great. My savior came in the form of another nation with a curl held in a cross clip. His hand flew upward, slapping the guy on the back of the head.