Chapter (i don't really care any more about the title) - 0
Why don't we see how this turns out to be?
"HOLY SHIZ-NIT DUDE!" Alfred shouted "YOUR A FUCKING FURRY!"
"Whats that?" the barman said cocking his head.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" the Barman started to get confused about Alfred
"YOUR A CAT-MAN!"
"We prefer the word 'Mofo' thank you very much" he said puting his paws/hands on his hips.
"well then Mr 'MOFO'. why the hell are you a 'MOFO'?"
"because your a Squirrel" Alfred looked at his hands, and he was a Squirrel
"WHAT THE FU-"
(HETALIA!)
"hay."
"w-what?"
"have you not known that you are squirrle before this little chat we had?"
Alfred makes a ._. face and the Barman takes that as a yes.
(HETALIA!)
after awhile of awkward silence a red Squirrel walks into the bar and sits down next to Alfred
"so ? what'll it be?" the barman said puting this hand/paw thingeys on the table
"Em... Scotch... Single Malt... Speyside... No Ice." the red squirrel looks down glumbly
"A man of taste, here you go" the barman pours the squirrel a drink
"Whoa There Cowboy! Keep it comin." he says looking Extrimly sad again.
"Oh, leave the bottle."
"Yeah." the barman replys.
Alfred didn't want to be nosy but the noticed the Squirrel was looking like someone just died, so the tryed to do some idle chit chat
"Your looking a bit down." he looked over at him "whats the matter?"
the squirrel shock his head "Ugh... you wouldn't Believe it.
anyway... i don't want to talk about it."
"i'l just drink this" the Squirrel added chuging down the small grass of Scotch with one drink off it.
(HETALIA!)
Alfred looked at his hand like paws, he still couldn't get to grip that he was a furry...
and what kind of twisted imagination that iggy haz, and what the fuck does threw Arthur's mind day after day so that he can think up such a fucked up world.
Alfred didn't know what to do or say, so he just left (isn't that what anyone would do in a time like this?)
he drunkly walked out of the bar, picking up his tail and opening the door.
it was raining.
looks like i'm done with this chapter.
I DON'T OWN HETALIA.
That guy: do you think i explained it good though in the last chapter?
me: meh... i don't know... *gives him a cookie or something*
That guy: yaaaay~