Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Two hours ago

A silence blanketed the room. Sixteen nations crammed into the corner of a cabin clearly made for much less, all watching the speaker with rapt attention. I hated it. I could hear Kiku's every breath. Whenever I tried to stretch my legs, my foot hit Ivan and I had to instantly pull it back while muttering an apology which sounded more like a shout in the suffocating quiet. And Alfred's chair wouldn't stop squeaking. Squeak. Squeeeak. Squuuueeeeeeaaaaaaak. The high pitch drilled into my ears yet I seemed to be the only one bothered. I bit my lip and tried to focus on Vladimir.

We'd been sitting, standing for those with no chair, for nearly an hour. The goal had been to make a plan using that will be used to trap the seasons away forever, but that task proved more difficult than originally planned. Behind Vladimir sat a whiteboard that had come from Matthew's house. Though, I wasn't sure it could be referred to as a whiteboard anymore. The entire surface has been covered with messy writing and pictures held up by magnets. Unfinished ideas trailed off without a sign of where they were heading.

Then throw green construction paper on them.

Get a rubber hammer and go ham.

Bears.

Where did bears come from? We had discussed, and rejected, so many ideas that I couldn't think of the specific one that caused 'bears' to be written on the board. It was probably one of Gilbert's ideas. Today his love of bears was revealed and it honestly concerns me how long he can talk about bears.

Though, Gilbert's obsession with bears didn't unnerve me as much as the current plan did. Ideas had been brought up, rough drafts of plans made, but one thing always stayed the same: Obsigno. The spell hung in the center of the board, name taunting me whenever Vladimir stepped to the side and gestured to the bold lettering. No matter how much I argued, Obsigno remained the final step of the plan. Force the seasons into the portal and seal them there forever. It was a solid idea. Of course, I couldn't disagree more with how they planned to get the season into said portal.

My eyes drifted to Carla. She stood at the side of the board with an alert expression. I could almost hear her making mental notes of everything Vladimir said. Each word was documented and stored inside her mind as she watched him with rapt attention. Why couldn't she look at me like that? I'd been trying to talk to her ever since out scuffle in the magic room but she avoided me in any way possible. I didn't want to think the simple fight could destroy our friendship but the thought still popped up inside my mind.

"Okay, let's go over this one last time." I snapped back to attention back to Vladimir. He stepped to the side of the board and pointed to a picture of my apartment building.

In the two years I'd known Vladimir, I'd never pegged him as the type to give presentations. The idea person, sure. The one who chose the fonts, obviously. But the one who actually spoke with organized points and descriptive dialogue, not so much. Yet, there he stood. Hair empty without his usual tiny hat and maroon dress shirt wrinkling as he spoke with animated gestures. Giving a speech about a literal world saving plan, not stumbling over a single word. I was shocked, no doubt. The prankster persona he usually held fell away to a serious expression as he explained the plan in excruciating detail. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ludwig nodding along, expression impressed with Vladimir's ability to lead a meeting. Even Ludwig, huh?