Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lunch Never Tasted So Good

"God damn, I need to make you all cook more often." I said, stuffing another fork full of leftovers into my mouth like the hungry bitch I am. The flavors burst across my tongue and I swear there were fireworks going off behind my head. Little swirls of color like in Ratatouille*.

Carla groaned in agreement beside me as she pulled more food from my container. Usually, I'd get mad at her for eating my food but I honestly was too busy enjoying the leftover pasta to care. And there definitely was a lot of leftovers. Last night, I saw more spaghetti made in a single sitting than I've seen in my entire life. Feliciano took up the whole kitchen and dining area with the food, making a huge deal of it being 'barely anything'. All the while, Lovino has the audacity to complain that it wasn't enough. I made me wonder, how much pasta do they usually make?

Across the table, Vladimir laughed at Carla and i as we savored ever noodle.

"You two look like you're eating your last meal." He said. He lifted his own sandwich and took a hearty bite. I swallowed my bite with an eyebrow raised.

"You're just saying that because you're stuck with a boring sandwich." I said. Carla nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, loser sandwich." She stuffed another bunch into her mouth the moment she finished speaking. Vladimir frowned, looking from his sandwich to our pasta with a sudden depression. He picked up his food sadly and took another bite, seeming a lot less satisfied with his food then he was before. That's right. Regret your food choice.

And so he did. I continued to eat my glorious food as I looked around our little gathering. The Earth Squad had gathered for lunch at our normal table next to the ice cream machines. Antonio and Tino sat across from Carla, Matthew, and I while Vladimir sat at the end of the table.

"You know what's crazy, amigos?" Antonio said, eyebrows scrunched together in thought. "The last time we ate together was only a week ago. But in that week we learned more than we did in 100 years! It really makes you think about time and the inevitability of secrets." He spoke carely, piecing words to his thoughts as they came out of his mouth. His words voiced what had been in my mind moments ago.

"I mean, there was definite reason behind it. I'm still kind of pissed at you all for keeping it a secret." Carla said between bites of my lunch. I swatted her hand away from the food as she went for another forkful.

"It's not like we can go back to not knowing though. Memories don't exactly work like that." I replied. Not that I wasn't pissed too. There still needs to be a solid month of processing to begin to accept what's happened in the past week.

My entire life literally was revealed as a lie and my neighbors turned out to be using me since the beginning. Does that mean they knew I would be the one to be apart of all this? Or was I just an unlucky passerby who got too close to the action. If someone else had bought the apartment that day, would they be the one sitting at this table? Would the world have suddenly appeared at their front door in a heavily taped box with a different name written atop? I shook the thoughts out of my head. Now's not the time for an existential crisis.

"Well, I for one am glad that it's all out in the open! It feels to weird to be able to call you Spain without fear of our entire lives being spilt like guts." He laughed lightly even while discussing things spilling in a similar way to organs. Everyone seemed to lean away from Tino slightly after that.

Aside from the guts speak, what they said made sense.We'd sat in these same seats for two years, probably more if you count the times before we became technical friends. I'd had so many conversations in this exact chair. Each time I sat down memories flooded into my head like opening a save file on a video game. But today, when I sat down to enjoy the delicious leftovers made by the actual nation of Italy, both north and south, the memories felt different.