Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Thirty-One

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INTERMISSION
Chapter Thirty-One

Is Vladimir A Descendant?

The second time I met the Roman Empire wasn't much different from the first. He was still annoying and I was still tired. His voice cut through my half-asleep daze like one of those heated knife videos gone wrong. No satisfying cut. Just someone hacking at an object with a really hot knife.

"Wake up, ____!" Rome whined, "Do they always sleep like this?" A second voice muttered something in reply but I was far from interested in listening. Rome gasped at whatever they said. Apparently it was offensive. Now I wish I had heard what they said.

With a groan, I forced my eyes to open. I sat up and looked around the familiar cloud-like area. Nothing had changed. Everything still held its blurry quality as if it were going to fade into non existence at any moment. I get the feeling, weird dresser.

A headache pounded at my head and my limbs felt like they weighed twenty pounds each. I wasn't sure if it was a result of yesterday's incident or if Rome enjoyed his afterlife with an extra side of gravity. Either way, I felt like shit and having to deal with this weirdo isn't helping.

"Ah, perfectus, you're awake!" Rome cried, jumping up from his spot beside me on the floor. Yeah, I was sleeping on the floor. At least, the pain in my back certainly seemed to imply it. With a weak nod I stood up as well.

"Yeah, that's usually what happens when someone yells at you." I said while rubbing a hand on my forehead, "Is there something you needed Rome?" I asked. The edge to my voice was obvious and I didn't try to hide it. After what happened with Carla, a meeting with this guy was not my top priority. Rome took notice of my attitude and stepped back to give me space.

"My apologies, novae terrae, I didn't mean to pull you here at a bad time," Rome looked down to his hands and fiddled with the cloth that he wore, "I just wanted to ask how my boys were doing." He glanced over to Germania and gestured for him to say something as well. The other ancient, who still sat in the same spot as the last time I'd been here, shook his head at first but after Rome gestured for violently towards me he sighed and sat down his cup.

"I would also like to know how my descendents are doing." He said, picking up his glass after and taking a drink, "Even though I already know how they're doing because I actually check in one them without needing a third party." He said, voice barely over a whisper. Rome frowned at the second sentence but then turned to me with his usual grin.

"So, ____, why don't you put my old nerves to rest? And Germania's too, of course." He asked. With a clap of his hands, a table appeared in the middle of the room, a pink cloud surrounding it as it poofed into existence. Rome didn't give the action a second thought as he pulled out a chair for me to sit in. What the fuck? Since when is he a wizard? I approached the table hesitantly, slowly sitting down with the chair solid beneath my butt. Rome sat down across from me, sitting surprisingly still for someone who exudes energy like a space heater.

I waited for him to speak. Rome waited for me to speak. Neither of us spoke. A weird silence settled over the table, broken only by the occasional sips of Germania's drink from his comfy one-person loveseat.

What a great dream. Can't wait to write this in my journal.

We don't have a dream journal?

YOU don't have a dream journal. I have a journal to keep track of all the stupid shit you do. It's got three volumes.

Wow. How impressive.