Homeless (a Hetalia Fanfic, Book Three)

Chapter 29~!

"... Vhat happened to the coffee maker?" 

Alfred gulped as he turned around with two pieces of the broken machine in his hands. "Dude, you would not believe what just happened. This thing just fell apart!"

Lukas' arms folded over his chest. "You honestly think I'm going to believe that?"

"Uh oh," Matthias said when he saw what was going down just a short distance away. "Al, run!"

"Doin' it!" he called back, dropping the broken coffee maker pieces on the ground and bolting as fast as his legs could carry him.

Lukas whirled on Matthias and glared with pure hell fire in his purple-tinged eyes. "Vhere's the coffee?" he demanded in a low, frightening voice while he stalked over.

"Uhm, I don't know?" was Matthias' timid answer. "We'll find ya some coffee, Nor! I swear!"

"Do it," the Norwegian ordered fiercely, gripping the Dane's necktie threateningly. "Or you're the first to go."

It didn't take long for Denmark to disappear from his sight. Norway sighed angrily, planted a firm kick on the nearby wall, and stormed off. A throbbing headache was coming on thanks to his lack of feeding his caffeine addiction...

"Guys, we have a big problem!" Denmark announced when he found Finland and Sweden a few moments later. They were on their way to breakfast when Denmark ran up to them. "The coffee maker's busted!"

Finland had been sleepy-looking when Denmark first approached.

Had been.

"What was that?" Finland asked, looking up at the Dane with similar hell fire in his blue eyes. "Did you say there's no coffee?" Even Sweden looked a little bit disturbed by the nation standing next to him. That was definitely saying something.

"We gotta do somethin' before we all die!" Matthias continued, though he was looking at Berwald now out of fear that Finland would try to kill him, too. Norway and Finland were usually very diverse in their personalities, but coffee-- or lack thereof-- would make them act scarily similar. 

"Mm," Sweden intoned his agreement. 

"Nor already said if I don't find him some coffee, I'm the first to go," Denmark added with a shiver. "Damn... Cheap-ass Switz not getting a sturdy coffee maker."

"Hey!" a girl's voice called out as she speed-walked up the path, which was dampened with the remaining morning dew. She refused to run, of course. "Any reason why Lukas is just sitting on the floor in his room and sharpening his sword and muttering magical curses really, uh, darkly?"

"I'm dead!" Matthias wailed dramatically. "Mary, we all have to get out of here and go into hiding, or he's going to murder us! The coffee maker's broken!"

"And there was only one?" she asked fearfully. "Oh, no..."

"HEEELP!" Willow screeched as she ran up from the same direction that Mary had come from. "Alice and Kylie are going to kill us all right this second if we don't go on a coffee run A.S.A.P.!"

"Shit shit shit shit--" Denmark was in the middle of muttering when Mary smacked his arm and gave him a stern look. He stopped swearing after that. "Okay, maybe we can still salvage the situation. There are bound to be coffee places somewhere not too far away from here, right? Right?"

He was met with grim silence. "RIGHT?"

Considering their isolation, which was the reason for their all being in Switzerland in the first place, there weren't many civilized places nearby to visit for a coffee run. Mary shrugged her shoulders and Willow glanced over her shoulder fearfully in case two of her sisters had followed her.