Homeless (a Hetalia Fanfic, Book Three)

Chapter 33~!

Wow, we made it to thirty-three already! This is super awesome, guys~

And because Alice is the thirty-third state of America, I suppose that makes this chapter particularly special :3

Now, on to the main event!

... This is actually physically gonna hurt to write. Mini_Moffat, this chapter is rightly dedicated to you because none of this argument, nor the aftermath, would have been possible without your help! 

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RECAP: The room suddenly fell silent as the gears in America's head turned. Then, "I get it now. You all-- I get it now! This is part of a great big plan, isn't it? You're trying to take over North America!"

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"What?" Finland exclaimed, his eyes wide and disbelieving. "America, that's insane--!"

"It isn't!" Alice interrupted hotly, completely siding with her brother. "How can it not be? The signs all point to it!"

"What in the world are you talking about?" Mary yelled, looking between the two riled-up Americans. Well, that was a bit of a redundancy because everyone was more than just a little bit riled up.

"Just-- everything! Willow dating Iceland, you and Norway getting married; I can't help but see a correlation here!" America said forcefully.

"Vhat does that have to do vith anything?" Norway asked him menacingly, giving him a look that clearly said, "Watch your step, or you will instantly regret the words that come out of your mouth."

"Mary's an American citizen," Alice supplied, her arms folded over her chest.

"Ex-cuse you, but my decisions have nothing to do with either of you!" Mary shouted, her hands curled into white-knuckled fists at her sides. "And the idea that they're trying to do something like that is just absurd!"

"Is it?" America asked her, though he looked at all of them when he spoke. "Is it really?" His index finger was tapping wildly against his side, but he didn't pay it any attention.

When Alice saw, she didn't panic. She didn't even react, despite it being one of her worst fears.

"Hey, leave IKEA out of this," Mary snapped at America, who had muttered something about evil furniture.

"Vhat about IKEA?" Sweden piped up. His normally normally stern features were hardened by barely concealed anger.

It was like a nuclear explosion, minus the initial silence. Even though there hadn't really been any significant past relations between the United States and the Nordics, it seemed that everyone was able to find a reason to rip into the opposite party without mercy. Spearheading the extravaganza was none other than Alice herself, who at times would fall back and watch what was happening before stepping in again to deliver a well-versed blow to someone's psyche.

"Maybe I was the stupid one," America admitted for a second, and then amended it with, "for thinking I could leave my little sister safely in your hands for even a second! You can't even keep butter on the table!"

"Oh, so I'm incompetent? At least I don't fry whole sticks of butter and eat them like candy bars!" Norway rebutted, though internally that comment had actually stung, and more than he would care to admit.

"Stop! Why are you all fighting like this?" Finland tried to yell over the top of them, but his voice was regrettably drowned out by all of the intense bickering.