What would life be life if every day the unexpected happened. Join Hetalia characters as they experience some truly scarring events.
What is this "Life" you speak of lol no really I have so many other thing's to do, but I'd rather write a story XD
Today I was inspired by What happens in moi daily life.
Chapter 1
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It was a busy day for England as usual. Being overworked for the world meeting and so very tired he just wanted a rest
*Ding dong*
"Great…who could that be?" He approached the door and looked through the peep hole.
"What the? Why is Russia here….I'm not answering the door, I'll just pretend to not be here."
England went back to his kitchen and began to brew some water for tea. As he reached for his tea on the top self a taller figure easily picked the tea from the self. England turned around to face Russia.
" AHHH! How The Hell Did you get in my house?"
"I need a place to stay for the night." He stared at the tea box. "I've never had any before I always stick to Vodka da~." The tall Russia looked down at the. "How do you drink this stuff?" He handed the box to England
"Answer my question!" England backed away and looked for a possible weapon, Tea box…no. Spoon…no. ah ha I'll use that. England picked up his tea cup and held it up to the Russian.
"I don't care how you got in here, GET OUT!" England smashed the cup on the counter to make a weapon but, unfortunately the cup broke off, falling to the floor, leaving him with only a handle. England frowned, dejectedly.
Russia bent down and picked up the cup.
"You dropped this" he said in his childish voice. "America gave me a key and said I could stay here da~. I didn't know this was your house." He looked around at his surroundings.
Damn you America, you bloody wanker! I bet your laughing this up good right now you git.
*over at America's*
"Hey Toni, I bet he didn't see it coming hahaaahahahaahhaha!" America bit into his hamburger and stood in a triumphant stance. "Pay back for giving France the password to my home security system. Now what am I supposed "Hero" was the best password ever!" Toni stood by his human friend and slurped a soda…
*Back at Englands*
"Take these blankets, it'll be really cold tonight, and go to the room on your left you'll have your own bathroom in there." England watched the Russia walk into the room before turning out the lights and
Going to his own room. Glad he already had his bath, he change into his pajamas cut the light off and laid in bed ready to go to sleep.
His eyes wide open England couldn't help but think that the Russian was up to something, it was to quiet.
"I can't sleep like this" England crept out of bed and slowly walked through the halls.
He got to his guest's door and slowly pushed it open. He looked around but couldn't tell if he was in the bed on not.
"Damn it…." England quickly slide into the room and tiptoed closer to the figure in the bed.
With a breath of relief England looked down at the sleeping Russian. His hair in a mess upon the pillow, he lie sleeping like a baby. His muscular arms wrapped around the pillow his whole top torso bare. England felt bad, and began to think while staring at the half naked Russian….maybe I should have offered him some spare clothes…does he have on pants?…note to self, burn these sheets. England slowly shut the door behind him as he left
"Well I hope I can get some sleep now, if now I'll just talk to hook and tinkerbell until I get sleepy."
England went back to his room and fell asleep with ease. He woke up really early the next day, so early the sun wasn't even up. He rolled over and looked at the clock
"…..ugh, it's only 5:30..." he rolled over in bed and noticed something.
Wow, the top part of my body is really warm…..but why is my arse so cold?
England still half asleep put his hands under the covers and felt his legs. He opened his eyes wide in shock and threw back the covers.
WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PANTS?
England sat up in bed and stared through the darkness at his bare legs.
"What the?" To afraid to get out of bed and go turn the light switch on England got under the covers and shook with fear.
My pants are, I know I went to bed with them on…did, did Russia come in here and take my pants?
That sod wouldn't do that…right? But where did they go…
England heard a knock at his door
"England?…England thanks for the room I'll be leaving now da?"
England, through the blankets, turned and looked at the clock 6:30, he had been rambling on about his pants for over an hour. He looked up and stared at the door I should ask if he took my pants….
"England are you awake,…..I guess not" Russia began to walk away from the door
"Russia…?"
"Ja? Can you repeat that?"
"…..never mind, just lock the door when you leave, okay." That was stupid.
"….Ja"
Later once sun light was shinning in through the windows England got up and looked for his pants, but they were nowhere to be found. Later that evening, while burning sheets in his back yard, he decided he must have drank before bed and taken them off somewhere in the house.
"Yep, that's what happened, It makes more sense this way."
*Over At America's*
America opened his door and let Russia in.
"Dude, that took forever, well?"
The Russian threw the bag to the American "Done, whose next."
America opened the bag and pulled out England's pajama pant's
"How do I know these are his?"
"You think Russia lie?" Russia stared at America a sting of kols coming from his mouth.
"No man, I know there his, they smell like rum and tea, anyways it's your turn Commie." America followed Russia back to the mahogany table and sat back down.
"I choose you," Russia pointed to his victim." I Dare you to…"
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Comment/s Review/s please~
Lol England's pants