Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Eighteen*

Chapter Eighteen

All In Favor, Say 'Aye'

"Wait, wait, wait. So you're saying that these people- sorry, nations are the talking dolls that were sitting in your storage room?" Mike's eyebrows pulled together, knitting confusion across his face like a skilled old lady with too much free time.

"Yeah, I mean, there are a bit more now than when you came by before but they're all here." Carla leaned back on the couch. She shrugged her shoulders with a 'that's life' expression, giving Mike a pat on the shoulder for comfort. I rose an eyebrow from my spot atop the metal island. Carla's frat boy act only comes out when Mike is falling apart. Don't know why he's so torn up about this though. It's not like we lied to him at all.

He just realized that nations were real, that seasons were real, and that they are people who were brought here from another dimension and changed from dolls into humans. At least he isn't throwing a tantrum like someone we know.

Oh, back off. You don't even have a physical body.

We're the same body, dumbass. I could Venom you if I wanted*.

At least we know that I'm the Eddie in this situation.

Yeah, cuz you're a little bitch

I rolled my eyes, annoyed with my own antics more so than the array of confusion before me. Do other people have a voice in their head that antagonizes them? If not, I'm going to need to follow through with that therapist thing. Pushing the voice back into the corner of my mind, I focused my attention back on the current star of the show: Mike Fanalis.

After he kicked the door in and entered our previously peaceful cabin, Carla has given him a swift slap to the shoulder and an order to fix the door. But Mike had remained stuck to his spot.

He looked around the room, eyes narrowing as he saw the nations lounging on the couch. They further narrowed as he saw the Nordics, sans Finland, sitting around the table. With varying degrees of anger, Mike pivoted to see me standing with Ivan in the kitchen.

He stormed over and slammed his hands on the island. The collision of hand against metal echoed through the room, furthur dampening the silence which had spread like a plague.

"Who are these people? And why are you casually in a cabin in the buttfuck of nowhere with them?" He demanded. My head moved back as I stepped away from Mike. Excuse me? Is he seriously trying to parent me?

"Well, I was going to tell you. But since you're deciding to be a dick about it, I don't think I'm going to, Dad." I replied. Mike gasped, a hand raising to his chest in honest offense. He looked to Carla then back to me, holding the aghast expression as his head flipped back and forth. With a final gasp, he slammed his hand on the table again and pointed at me with the other.

"I cannot believe you would say that to me! I was worrying myself insane when I stopped by your apartment and no one was there! I waited for the whole day with a box of cookies, yeah, I brought cookies. Now I find out you were just hanging out with these weirdos the whole time?" Mike turned to the couch and scoffed, "Who even are these guys! I thought you two only had your little circle of friends? Are you suddenly socialites or something- wait a second."

Mike walked over to the couch, stopping in front of Lovino. The italian looked up at him with a 'fuck with me, I dare you' glint in his eyes. Mike's eyes widened. He jumped back and pointed to Lovino.

"That guy! He's the doll! The one at your apartment!" Anger burst across his face once again, "HE BIT ME!" Mike shouted. A tick appeared on Lovino's head. He stood up and started stomping towards Mike.