Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or welcome to Night Vale
"Good evening, dear listeners. Today I have some exciting news! The tarantula occupation of Night Vale High School has finally been resolved. Reports indicate the school council agreed to meet the head tarantula, recognizable by their fashionable and revolutionary red beret, in order to go over their list of demands, but when the tarantula and their posse of advisors came out to negotiate, the omnipotent Glow Cloud flashed a bright vertigo of colors and immediately struck them into a paralyzingly fear they have yet to recover from. Authorities believe the spiders will be plagued by horrifying, immobilizing visions for the rest of time. The Night Vale Museum of Modern Art is already planning to incorporate them as part of their next special exhibit: Paralyzing Terror. Meanwhile, the rest of the arachnids have fled the school and are now hiding under your bed.
"Old Woman Josie claims the angels have reviewed an angelic plot to her. Several strangers have arrived in town today. The angels have plans for them. They are to be our salvation.
"Now, I don't need to tell you listeners that there is no such thing as angels. And even if there were, what would we need salvation from? Everything in Night Vale is perfectly fine."
Arthur Kirkland liked to think he wasn't the type to be caught off guard easily. After all, he'd been around for a long time. He'd been through countless wars. He'd seen the irreversible road of "progress". Hell, he regularly conversed with faeries the rest of the world couldn't even see. No, Arthur was not the type of person to be easily caught off guard.
He was, however, somewhat perturbed to hear the pilot clearly announcing, "Welcome to Night Vale."
Though shocked, Arthur did not lose his gentleman composure for even a moment as he turned to his seat mate and asked, "Where the bleeding fuck is Night Vale?"
His seat mate was no help, as they were frantically scanning their plane ticket and whimpering. Amateurs, Arthur thought with no small amount of scorn.
This did prompt him to check his own ticket and huh, would you look at that? The ticket now clearly said, "DESTINATION: NIGHT VALE, -, USA," when an hour ago the destination had been Venice.
Arthur curled his lips in distaste and dug in his backpack to find his mobile. Once found, he quickly pulled up a certain contact and called. It went straight to voice mail.
"Alfred," he hissed, "I don't know how or what sort of game you're pulling here, and I don't want to know. For the last time, just because you're upset, doesn't mean you get to abduct me for, and I quote, 'shenanigans'. Especially when we have an important meeting to get to! Maybe this time, I'll make you explain to Ludwig why we are late, hmm?"
Satisfied the threat would get through to the pigheaded nation, Arthur got up and made his way to the front of the plane, fully prepared to explain to the pilot exactly why he needed to forget whatever bribes or threats Alfred had given him and take them straight to Venice, when he froze.
At first, the nation had thought it merely good fortune no flight attendant had tried to stop him from entering the cockpit but now he saw that was not the case, because several of them were staring in horror at the pilot, and Arthur could see why. His nose was dripping onto the floor. Not like he had a runny nose, understand, but like the nose itself was melting and running down his face. Indeed, his whole face was starting to melt, the cheekbones peeling down to reveal the fat and muscle beneath, his eyebrows merging with his eyes, and all of it running down into his mouth, which was opening and closing mechanically, muttering something. Arthur, unable to help himself, stepped closer in order to hear, somehow clearly given the prominent lack of lips, the man say, "Worms worms worms worms," over and over again.
And for the first time in a long time, Arthur Kirkland felt caught off guard.
AN: I'm sorry. For what you ask, well the fact this exists for one. That it's so short for another. But it's three in the morning and I want to die so here you go.