Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 5 Part One

Warning: There is cursing in this chapter, but there is not as much as the other chapters thanks to 2p! England.

~11:50 PM - Third Night~

        "Why does school have to be such a pain in the ass..." Anastasia brooded outside of Cafe Hetaloid, not wanting to have to pay for swearing. "Stupid school," she mumbled as she swung her backpack onto her shoulders and opened the door. Her ice blue eyes scanned the stage. Matthieu, Oliver, and François all appeared to be in their sleep modes as usual. Anastasia jumped up onto the rather large platform that contained the three main hetaloids and stood directly in front of the 2p! Canada Hetaloid. She took in his full appearance for the first time.

        He had slightly longer hair than his 1p! counterpart and was also a similar shade of blond. It was just long enough that she could possibly tie it into a ponytail. Well, she would have tried if she had a death wish. Resting atop of his head was a pair of black aviator sunglasses. His chin had some stubble. He wore a plaid shirt with what seemed to be a white t-shirt underneath it. Under closer inspection, Anastasia found out that it was white bandages, not a white t-shirt. He had on denim jeans which were accompanied by a leather belt. His feet were covered with red and white converse. Anastasia turned her attention to the 2p! France Hetaloid that was to the right of Matt. She hadn't really looked him over either. François' hair was about the same length as his 1p!'s, but was a dull blond. His face had more stubble than his 1p! did as well. A purple button up shirt covered his torso. A pair of black slacks covered his legs and nether region. He had on the same brown loafers as Oliver.

        Anastasia returned her gaze to Matt. She focused on his face. 'Even in his sleep state he looks pissed off,' Anastasia thought. The platinum blond circled the tall hetaloid. If she had to guess the height of the three animatronics in front of her she would guess that Matthieu was about 6 foot 3 inches, François was about 6 foot, and Oliver was about 5 foot 10 inches. In Anastasia's mind, these hetaloids were giants. After all, she was only 5 foot 6 inches tall. She kept inspecting the 2p! Canada Hetaloid to try and find any flaws. That was until she felt an icy chill down her spine.

        "Good to know that you came back poppet! Now, about the dre-"

        "AH!" Anastasia bolted off the stage, her backpack slowing her down a bit from the extra weight. She ran down the West Hall and into the security office. After sliding her backpack off and onto the floor, she plopped down into her chair, panting from exhaustion. Anastasia pulled her phone out of her pocket. The time was 12:17 AM. "They... stayed still... in their... free... roam... modes... to try and... catch me... off guard? Sneaky bastards," Anastasia huffed. She soon regained the ability to breath normally and flicked the fan on. Her slender fingers gripped the strap of her backpack that she had discarded the moment she stepped foot in the room and pulled it over to the chair. "I guess I should do some homew-" The phone rang. Anastasia grabbed the phone and put it to her ear. "Hello?"

        "Ah, good. You picked up this time. You had me worried for a moment," the same female voice from the previous day said.

        "Worried?" Anastasia piped in.

        "Look. That's not important right now. What is important is that you are alive right now and not taking a nap."

        "What kind of nap?"

        "The dirt kind that takes place six feet underground in a wooden crate."

        "A simple "dirt nap" would have been just fine..." Anastasia grumbled to herself.

        "Anyway, your doing great Anastasia! Most people don't typically last this long and by that I mean they move onto other things. I'm not saying that they died. I won't talk for much longer. Your job is going to get much more difficult tonight. I had an idea that I thought I should tell you. If one of the hetaloids comes along, try to act like they're not there. They may just think that you are a hologram then. Of course, there is the chance that they may try to forcefully put their fist through you to test that theory. Yeah, never mind. Just try not to get caught, okay? I'll see you later." The line went dead.

        "I still don't know how that woman knows my name," Anastasia said as she put the phone back in its proper place. She looked back down to her backpack. "Time to do my homework," she groaned. The icy blue eyed girl unzipped the bag and took out her English textbook. "At least grammar is something I enj- I FORGOT TO CHECK THE CAMERAS!" Frantic fingers grabbed the tablet off of the desk and skimmed through the cameras. Matt was still on the main stage but was looking directly at the camera. 'He doesn't normally do that," Anastasia thought. The sound of pots and pans being moved around in the kitchen told her that Oliver was in there. François was sitting at one of the tables in the dining area again. The camera that was pointed at the Dugout showed two red eyes glowing in the darkness behind the curtain.

        "Allen must be beginning to get active," the female said out loud. She put the tablet down on her left thigh and balanced her English book and notebook on her right thigh. Pulling out a pencil, she began to work on her homework. Anastasia periodically checked on the cameras. She was just finishing up on her English homework when she caught a glimpse of a certain Frenchman at her left door. She hit the button without even looking.

        "Hello François," she said, not bothering to look at the smirking François peering in at her through the window.

        "Bonjour Anastasia. I see you are stressed out. 'aving fun wiz your English 'omework?"

        "How did you know I was working on English?"

        "It's simple, poppet! I we can both see the title you gave the paper! "English Grammar For College Juniors" is what it says I think," Oliver said from the right doorway.

        "Okay and nope!" She lightly pushed the button to close the right door.

        "Anastasia, darling, please don't close the door in my face. It's not very nice."

        "You know what else isn't nice? Scaring me half to death!"

        "When did I do that, poppet?"

        "When I was on the main stage looking at Matt and the rest of you guys!"

        "So true, and I'm terribly sorry about that. I didn't mean to frighten you."

        "I sink zat you "frightened" 'er is an understatement Oliver."

        "Again, so true! Well, I must be off Anastasia dear! I have things to do! Ta ta!" Oliver skipped off down the East Hall. Anastasia lifted the right door and looked over to where the 2p! France Hetaloid was still looking at her through the window.

        "What?" she asked rather irritated.

        "Nozing," he smirked.

        Anastasia averted her gaze from his and back to her backpack. She gathered her English supplies and tucked them back into the bag, ignoring François. Her fingers gripped her math textbook and notebook. She pulled them out and began to do her math assignment. François eventually grew bored and left, allowing Anastasia to open the stupid door she hated so much. She checked the time. It was now 2:57. She only had 54% power left. Anastasia then remembered that she hadn't checked the cameras in a long time. She calmly grabbed the tablet and flipped through the cameras to notice that Oliver was over by the bathrooms, and François was in the back stage area. Matthieu was still on the stage, glaring at the camera. The cameras finally landed on the Dugout. The curtains were drawn back and the 2p! America Hetaloid was no where to be seen.

        "Crap..."

~Author's Note~

DreamsForDays here with an apology and some side notes. I am so sorry that this chapter is late! School has been a real pain in my butt lately.

Translations:

(French) Bonjour - Hello

That's all of the translations for this chapter (I think). Before any of you ask, yes this is a multi-part chapter. There will probably be just one more part to this and it will be longer. I promise. The heights for the 2p! Hetaloids are completely made up by me. They are all taller than the original Hetalia characters because of them being robots. I figured that since they have a lot of inner wires and junk that the creators of the 2p! Hetaloids made them taller to house all of their insides. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback in the comments is appreciated as always. Until next time!