hey everyone. so I'm bored, and slightly alone, and I wrote this, because I felt like it. It's pretty much pure crack, so I hope y'all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I own the OCs Texas, New York, and Oklahoma. Hetalia goes to its creator.
A sudden noise startled Texas out of her seat. What was that? Could someone have possibly snuck into her house?
"Dammit!" She grabbed her pitchfork instead of her pistol, which she left lying on the nightstand.
She dashed down the stairs, little did she know what was going on.
New York pushed open the Texan's bedroom window and slipped in, smiling. He knew throwing a rock into her house on the bottom level would draw her attention. He quickly looked around her room.
Bed with Texas flag bedspread, nightstand with deadly weapon, chest of drawers slightly open, with one bra hanging out, bull skull over the doorway, and an overstuffed plain armchair with red as the dominating color of said chair.
"Damn, I knew she had a weapons fetish, but.." He opened the drawer of her nightstand. Inside there was a lighter, a book titled, 'Culture Warrior' by some guy named Bill O'Reilly, and an old leather bound book, which he picked up.
"Oh, Al has a diary! I wonder what dumb girly things she has in here!" He flipped through the pages, saddened by one thing. It was all in Spanish, "well how the hell am I suppose to sneak now! I can't speak Spanish! Well, I can't speak anything OTHER than English, so.." He continued to flip through the pages when something caught his eye. His name.
"Querido diario, Hoy en día, me encontré con Mitchell. Dios es un idiota. Sin embargo, cuando cada vez que está cerca, me sale esta sensación extraña en el interior, como, mariposas, y-oh no, esto significa que me gusta de él! Me gusta esa mierda hasta Nueva York! Oh dios! Oh, bueno. Probablemente es sólo una fase, no va a durar para siempre. Desde, Texas." It said.
"Ok, Mitchell is my name... And, nueva, means new, and there's York so, it's about me. Aw.. She does like me!" He said, "I hope she's not talking shit to her diary in Spanish."
He pulled out his phone, accessed google translate and started typing, trying to find out what she said about him. When he reached the character limit, the part he had translated was:
"Dear Diary,
Today, I bumped into mitchell. God he's such an asshole."
"Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl I have as an adopted younger sister." He said, smirking at himself.
"Hey!" Suddenly there was a very angry brunette in the doorway. Wielding a pitchfork, "give me that!" She snatched the diary out of his hands.
"Hey it's not like I could read it or anything!" He cried.
"You'll eventually put two and two together, Empire." She put emphasis on the last word, 'Empire'.
"Oh please Al. Hey can you tell me what's in your diary about me cause I saw this one entry-"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with Oklahoma on top?"
"Fuck no."
"Well I tried." He said, "I guess I'll just use google translate."
"You don't even remember what that said idiota." She said, standing a picture of her and Oklahoma back up.
"Stop speaking spanglish!" He said, "speak, English!"
"Your such an idiot it hurts to look at you."
So, crack. XD. And Texas's diary entry was:
Dear Diary,
Today, I bumped into mitchell. God he's such an asshole. Yet when ever he's near, i get this weird sensation inside, like, butterflies, and- oh no, this means i like him! I like that fuck up New York! Oh god! Ah well. It's probably just a phase, it won't last forever. From, Texas.
so yeah. Hope y'all liked it, and review, and don't be shy to do it on my other fanfictions either, because, I'm kinda review crazy. XD.
