Corner of the Earth : a Hetalia Fanfiction

Disagree

"You've got to be kidding me! There is no way I'm going near him!" Arthur shouted. I sighed deeply. Did he get along with anyone?

The day prior, Carter had been released from the hospital after going through the professionally recommended therapy of watching Soul Eater over and over again, followed by shouting 'fool!' repeatedly at your friend. Eventually, we moved party to Break's house, much to his objection. Cartwr convinced him by throwing stuff at him and screaming "Kishin!"

Since we were going to be leaving the country soon, America took it upon himself to through one last get together. We had only been to his house once, at his party, and because of the crowds and fog machines and dimly lit rooms, I really didn't get to admire it's beauty.

The house was an old, colonial mansion. Of course, it was huge, nothing short of what the great America would want for himself. It was beautifully kept, with all sorts of wood trim and large, glass windows practically everywhere, probably once used for ventilation. It made my wallet whimper a little bit.

"This place is huge!" I commented, as I looked up at the ceiling and tried not to fall backwards. I couldn't help but recall traveling to the Carolinas with my mother to visit the Biltmore estate, although this building was a lot less... elaborate. "How old is this house?" I asked, turning to Alfred.

He smiled. "It was built a bit before the Revolutionary War. The upkeep is expensive, but it holds a place in my heart, haha."

Carter tried to peer out of the windows. "Do you have a pool? All rich people have pools."

I sighed and gave a wry smile. "Carter, we can't demand to see his pool... if he has one." I did admit to myself, I wanted to see a pool.

America grinned, however. "Hell yeah, I do! I also have a theater, a small little bowling alley, a basketball court, a huuuuuge field outside-" He continued to list all the benefits of having money while I remained transfixed by the high ceilings.

Carter decided to cut America off before he fell could describe his lifestyle in too much detail. "Hey! Hey! Lets go watch Doctor Who!"

"We're at America's house, we should do something other than watch Doctor Who." I then whispered "Besides, Sherlock is better." Carter didn't hear me, so a crisis was avoided.

America butted in. "Why watch that British stuff? Let's go watch Duck Dynasty!"

I realized that this was quickly going downhill. "Let's just... do something fun. We're at a mansion, for God's sake."

America sniggered. "Yeah. For my sake!"

"Don't go there," I warned, smirking.

We ended up just playing Mario Kart.

It was during that single game of Mario Kart, however, that I felt it. An odd wave. A dread. I didn't know where it came from, I'm still not sure. But something just internally felt... wrong. And no, this feeling was not necessarily new to me, but... it was just strange. There was nothing to trigger it this time. The past few months were relatively good, despite all the victim scenarios.

I didn't really acknowledge the long, unwavering feeling of anxiety deep in my gut. I just put on some fake laughs and kept having Luigi throw shells at Carter.

The rest of the day was spent packing. Kevin told me that I would probably be relocated, so I figured I might as well be ready so I could save myself the anxiety of packing later. Kevin was kind enough to help out, but he seemed to be kind of avoiding any sort of discussion. This really didn't make me feel any better... but I got the feeling that at it's core, it wasn't really me doing it. At one point, I even walked into the kitchen to find him completely out of it. I had decided at the time not to ask about it, and that probably was wise.

The next day, we headed to the UN building pretty early. This would be the last time for a while, and it was as if my mind was constantly reminding me of it. The relocation would be extremely quick and smooth, no public record was to be left of our locations. I was a little nervous, to say the least. Who wouldn't be...? I didn't want to stay away from the house I'd grown up in for too long.

I scooped up Echo's carrier that morning and turned to look at Break, one last time after he dropped us off. I took a deep breath. "Hey, can you do me a favor?" This would be a bit awkward.

Kevin turned to look through the passenger window, slowly, his voice a little more drawling than usual. "What?"

"Can you keep my other cat for a while? He's a bit young for traveling, and I just..."

The night prior, I had thought about it. I wasn't as worried for the cat as I was for Kevin. He didn't seem... entirely right, the past few days. Not after the break-in. Maybe the cat would be a comfort for him? He was a friend, after all.

Kevin just shrugged, his voice a note too sharp. "Yeah, whatever. I'll keep Pumpernickel."

I frowned at this. Maybe I asked wrong...? "His name was supposed to be Pumpkin... and I ended up deciding on Glen Baskerville anyway. Pumpkin's a little dumb." Now that I said it out loud... Glen Baskerville was a bit dumb too. "Uh... I'll let you pick his name?"

He gave me a long, long look. Finally, he pulled his head away and turned to the road. "Sure, whatever. See you, don't kill yourself." He rolled up the window and put the car into drive.

I turned to Carter as he headed away, wincing a little and clutched Echo's carrier to my body. Carter smiled, cheerier than I'd expect of her. "Let's go!" She chirped.

I nodded, warily. "Yeah, let's go."

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I broke off some of the bread and stuffed it in my mouth hastily and looked over Lilli and Liam, chewing through the rest of my bread before I said anything crazy unprofound, like usual. I took a swallow and said. "I am kind of glad we are almost done here. It's been a while."

Liam nodded and looked down slowly. "Yeah..."

I shot him a curious glance. "What is it? You can't possibly be going to miss this shit."

He looked back up and smiled. "It's nothing. I'm kind of worried about my eyesight in combat. You know..."

Lilli swung her arm around his neck. "Stop acting like a coward. Your ability surpasses your shit eyes, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You shouldn't 'a cheated on that eye exam, though."

"Not so loud," Liam growled, voice dripping with venom.

"I heard some people at another camp had to undergo a new, stronger type of G-Force training. It sounded fun," I cut in, waving my hand dismissively.

Lilli sighed. "Someone was put in the hospital, of course you'd find that fun."

I rolled my eyes. "Who let a girl come here, anyway?"

"She could kick your ass," Liam whispered. "Admit it."

"And I'd gladly let her." I winked.

Lilli stammered for a moment, eventually gathering her composure and managing to force out a short "-fuckin' asshole."