The Idiotic Adventures Of Anna Parker (Hetalia FanFic) (EDITING)

One, Two, Three

I didn't actually think I'd cry in front of Arthur. I mean, I'm sorta known for not crying in front of people when it really matters. Sure, a few times I cried over spilt milk and a few movies that they watched with me, but...

I did hate looking small in people's eyes- not physically because I am short. He hasn't said anything to me since we started walking, but I'm really, really hoping that he doesn't think I'm a emotional loser who mooches off idiots.

My hands are clasped behind my back as I walk behind him. My eyes, every so often, glance up to make sure he's still in front of me. He always is, but this time he catches my eye.

"It's not usually for you to be so quiet." He speaks up. I let my hands go, letting them swing lightly beside me. "I'm embarrassed." I admit, "I don't like crying in front of you guys... when it's something that really matters."

"We won't disown you if you cry, Anna." He shakes his head, slowing down so he starts walking beside me, "It's normal for you to cry, and actually feel something." He smiles.

"I feel a lot of things!" He smirks a little, and I shake my head, "You know what I mean." He chuckles, putting his hand on the small of my back in a soothing manner.

"You're a good person, Anna." I give him an unattractive face, which he smiles at. "If you weren't a good person, I'd most likely not like you."

"I'm not- I mean, haven't you noticed how I treat Alfred and Gilbert?"

"Haven't you noticed those two are morons?"

"Well, yeah, but doesn't mean I get a free card to be a bitch to them all the time."

He ruffles my hair, "Its helps when you are a little bit of moron yourself."

I glare up at him, "Did you-?"

"Stupid remarks get stupid replies," He stops me, "Can I tell you something?"

Oh no. What if he confesses his love to me? What if he tells me that he wants to leave after all? What if he tells me I'm stupid? I'm emotionally unstable at the moment. I know it's been like three chapters since I've been emotional and it's getting old, but come on.

Try telling me that you would automatically get over something like this. And you try tell me other wise, I will literally come into your dreams and make something so sad happen that you'll cry.

"Sure," I let a smile come across my face- well, half grimace, half smile.

"A couple months ago, I met this girl. And you know what? She was the most idiotic, loud mouthed moron I have ever met," I scoff, "She was always talking and she always had this stupid sarcastic grin on her face whenever she said something she thought was funny."

"I don't think this is making me feel any better."

"Shush. This girl, though, when I started to actually get to know her, she was actually funny and warm hearted," I snort at his remark, "And actually started to like people."

"Well, it's coming back to bite me in the ass."

"Language." He shakes his head, "It's not coming back to bite you, as you say. This is just life, Anna. I know you hate having something set in stone, and having an actually plot for you life, but everything leads up to something- maybe this is your big conflict."

I stare at him.

And stare.

And stare.

"Dude," I grin at him. "Why weren't you an English teacher?"

"Because I wanted to teach history."

"Well, now a Danish man is teaching us nothing."

"You're changing the subject."

Damn. I sigh, continuing to walk. "Yeah, sorry." I'm not good at this. I'm emotional a lot of the time, but usually it's about how my favorite characters aren't in the episode, or if someone eats something I was really looking forward too.

I lock my fingers, looking down at them in thought. I want them to go home- to go back and be idiots in their world... I just don't want them to leave me. It's no fun when you're the only idiot.

I mean, there's Makayla, but she's hardly an idiot. She's goofy, but not an idiot. I furrow my eyebrows at myself. I'm not making any sense.

I look back at Arthur. I don't want him to leave me. I like him, you know? I've bonded with him, and now he's gonna leave me. Well, my family.

I don't even want to think about Alfred or Emil.. or Gilbert leaving. It's like they're taking a bit of my soul- well, what's left of it- with them and I'll have an empty spot.

Oh, God. I put my hand on face. I'm going to be a wreck for a year if they leave.

"Anna," Arthur sighs, "Stop beating yourself up."

"I'm not."

"You're pulling your hair," He notes, "And looking very unhappy."

"Well, do you expect me to be happy that my idiots are leaving me? Do you suppose that I will go on my merry way once you get sucked up in dark magic?"

I hold myself, "I'll probably cry like a baby for weeks."

"We can stay."

"No fucking way." I say in a serious tone, "You're going back to your reality."

"Language." He softly says, "And this is our reality."

"I don't want you here anymore. Go away."

"You didn't even sound sincere. Aren't you supposed to be a grade A liar?"

I glare at him, scowling and turning to face my house. It'll be pretty empty if they leave... I turn to Arthur.

"Come on." I start to walk towards my home, grabbing the door handle and pausing. What should I say? What if they call me a cry baby?

I don't want to be called a cry baby. Arthur lightly pushes open the door open, smiling softly at me. "You can do this."

No, I really can't.

I bravely walk in, holding my head high. I can't do this, but I will. I will cry, but I promise myself that it won't involve snot. I will probably end up using sarcasm, but there's no getting around that.

I walk in, looking at the countries gathered in the room. Justin is the first one to look at me. He studies my face, then the leaves in my hair and then stares into my eyes.

"Are you..?"

"No, but I'll manage." I answer him, nodding. I catch Alfred's eyes, but I break the contact.

"Your eyes are all puffy." Gilbert notes. I bite my tongue. No mean reply, just be calm.

"I cried." I tell him with an angry tone.

"I'm gonna miss you so much!" Feli wraps his arms around me tightly. And it hurts. My rib cages feels like it's going to break in half and my lungs are being crushed by them.

"Yeah, me too, Feliciano." I mumble, trying my best to hug him back. This will probably be the last time I'll ever hug him and that makes me hella sad.

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Hey people.

Merry late, late, late Christmas.

I got mainly clothes and such- how was your Christmas?