Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Yeah, that's me

Remember when I said my life was a horror movie?

Now it's a soap opera hell show.

"What are you going to do about it! You look like a birch tree, red eyed asshole!" Lovino's voice blew out my left ear as he shouted, chest pressing up against my hand. I pushed back with as much for as I could but that only left the person on my right move closer to the argument.

"We'll see who's the stick after I show you the real might of Prussia!" Gilbert's voice was just as loud. I'd be surprised if I could hear anything after this debacle. I grit my teeth and pushed the two nations back. Unsurprisingly, my efforts only accomplished to keep the boiling tempers at bay.

"You kick his italian ass, Gilbert! Fight like a king!" Mathias' head peaked out from behind the couch long enough for me to glare at him. He sent me a wink then ducked as a book flew his way.

Instantly after, a barrage of paper airplanes flew out from behind the couch, raining down upon the budding fight like a downpour. I grit my teeth as an airplane collided with my cheek.

"Thanks a lot, Lukas" I shouted sarcastically. The paper cut which now decorated my cheek began to bleed, the iron taste of blood hit my tongue not long after but I couldn't wipe it away. The Norwegian magician flashed me a thumbs up then turned back to the stove where pink smoke rose from a pot. Good god, I swear if that explodes.

Where the hell are Vladimir, yao, and Carla? It's been fifteen minutes!

They're still getting the fucking witch hazel for the spell. I've told you this like five times now.

Yeah, well I'm going to keep on asking where they are until they get their asses through that door.

As if any of them being here would make a difference. Ludwig's the best bet we have at order and he's even having trouble with Gilbert.

"Hey, Ludwig, a bit of help would be great!" I said as I gave another shove against Lovino who continued to shout obscenities at Gilbert. The other german grunted, tightening his grip on Gilbert.

"I'm pulling best I can." He said, sentence broken as he dodged flying planes. With a final tug, the two germans fell backward. Gilbert landed on his brother's chest and a painful gasp sounded from the younger german when an elbow collided with his face. At the same time, Lovino stopped struggling to get past men once he saw Gilbert fall to the ground but I continued to push.

"Ha! Serves you right, you out-dated-" The insult was cut short as I gave another shove and sent him to the ground as well. Lovino grunted as he collided with the hardwood.

I stood in the middle of the room, nations fallen at my feet grumbling under their breath. The shouting faded out. A single paper airplane floated to the ground, sweeping back and forth as the room's attention trained on it's mesmerizing movements. It slid across the ground silently, coming to a stop at my feet. For a second, the cabin was still. No one breathed. No one spoke.

"Feliciano no-" Was all Lukas could get out before the room exploded into pink.

Now seems like a good time to pause and explain*.

After the obvious bonding moment with Mike, we headed back to the magic room to find an out of breath Gilbert and two very confused magicians. Gilbert demanded his ten dollars the moment we walked in the room. He claimed to have reached the magic room in only ten seconds and thus he should get twenty dollars. I didn't argue with him, handing over the money without persuasion. My mind couldn't focus on the Prussian's ramblings. I was looking at Carla, hoping she'd see how sorry I was and give me a chance to apologise for being such a huge ass.