Two halves of chaos (hetalia-Countryhuman-crossover)

Chapter 9

A/N: I gotta love that song. Just felt like I should share it. 

I thanketh thee all f'r reading this st'ry. 

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"Excuse me, but could you prease exprain how y-" Japan, all of a sudden, was cut off.

"Dude, you managed to date Russia?" exclaimed Alfred, only now realizing, and hopping up to face the other America.

"Uh.. yeah? Didn't I just say that? He's beautiful~"

"Shut up, Amerika..."

"Aw! See, I knew you were awake!"

"Amerika, I love you. Can I now have some vodka?"

Apparently, Russia didnt seem to notice the crowd filled with people supressing their giggles and laughter as Russia made puppy-dog-like eyes at America. And when America began laughing, wheezing out an;

"Dunno, can ya?"

Russia noticed the others. Glowering, his face transforming to a threatening expression- even though, deep down, Russia knew he wouldnt harm America, simply try to scare him- and shakily stood up, flinching back all the pain. America yelped, grabbed Bering, tossed him between Russia and the American. America kept backing up until, finally, everybody had been tossed as an obstacle between the two. Many complaints filled the area, most of them coming from the less polite countries- both from hetalia, and countryhumans alike.

And all of a sudden, the door burst open, and America was saved.

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"You frog! Stop trying to sleep every pretty person you see!"

"Ohonhonhonhon~ So you admit that you find the little frenchie to be cute, non?"

"Sh-shut up!"

"OI, stop arguing like two school girls having a hissy fit and get over here. Mom just finished explaining what happened. New Zealand, you've always been good at story-telling, so... do you mind?"

"Not at all. Git the fuck off the couch and give me the spot."

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France turned around, flailing around her legs- good thing that she was wearing something under her black dress- yes, she had been cooking with a dress on, but 1- black doesn't show stains as well as white fabric, and 2- she had been wearing an apron to cook in her 'cuisine' (french for 'kitchen'). 

She looked around, her arms beginning to get tired of hanging onto a flag- oh, hey, that's her flag! Oh- and what's that? a ledge- that'd do perfectly! The ledge jutted out from a rather large window. Swinging herself, France jumped to the ledge, clenching her eyes closed until she felt the contact of the cement and bricks used to form the ledge.

With a soft grunt, France stood back up, and looked over the edge. Estimating the height to no longer be too high, she carefully jumped down, then walked over to the blond, and gave him a swift kick to the shins. That seemed to bring him back to reality, and give him some pain.

"Ow! Ma chere, you are much too feisty~!"

"It is rude to stare, connard." (connard : Asshole, dipshit, fucker, bastard, etc.)

"Ah. You are strange, wearing my beautiful country's flag as your face. I am the beautiful France, and you are?" he exclaimed, pulling a rose out of no where and striking a pose.

France was confused- she was France, not this man!

"I... I... Je suis la France." (french for: I am France)

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Arthur glanced at France.

"Ok, maybe she is a bit pretty, you twat. However, I know not to engage in romantic affairs with people who are not from this world, and not to try and love a stranger!"

"Ohonhonhonhon~ So you are saying that if this France were not a stranger, and if they were proven to be from our world, you would try to make a move?"

Not realizing the second meaning of this conversation, Arthur nodded, just a bit.

"Ah, so you are saying, if she were to be like me, somebody you know and is from this world, you would kiss France?"

Arthur, yet again, nodded a bit- and before you know it, he had finally realized what had just been said, but it was too late, as France was already kissing him- well, there goes Alfred, who is laughing his arse off. France, already forgetting the past prejudices, was practically swooning- after all, this supposedly different version of her also liked Britain- or Arthur, in this case.

"Hallo. Is she fine?" 

New Zealand looked up with a grin. 

"Who? Me mum? Yeah, mate, she'll be right." 

(New Zealand slang- she'll be right: it will be fine, dont worry about it, everything is ok)

"Ah. Danke-"

"Germany!! I saw a snake! It was big and scary, and it tried to bite me when I gave it some pasta!"

Ludwig sighed, and turned to look at a wailing, crying, and yet still adorable Feliciano. Meanwhile, New Zealand watched the scene. Italy and Germany also joined in to watch, and soon enough, Russia was watching from a small distance. Russia was also drinking a bottle of vodka, and he ressembled as somebody you would see in a cinema, drinking a slushie. Just replace the slushie by some vodka, and replace the movie with Ludwig trying to deal with Feliciano without blushing from the hugs given by the Italian.

Lets just say, New Zealand placed a bet, and Ukraine was determined to win the bet.

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A/N: Hi! So, I'll try focusing on other ships from now on, dont worry, i didnt lie about the ships that will be in here... Otherwise, have fun reading!