I feel happy!~ So, another chapter is being made! That and the plot bunny landed on me again during English class. All I could think about was moving to a Germanic country and forgetting English, when it blindsided me again. I think English is an okay language, but my teacher makes me want to learn Danish instead. Onto the story!~
Disclaimer: Even though I don't own Hetalia, Norway makes a pretty good alien, doesn't he?
Chapter 2: Holy Water Wouldn't Work...
Alfred opened his eyes slowly as sunlight crawled across his bed and started blinding him. His eyes followed the ray of light to the open window and Alfred shuffled over to the window and closed it. Alfred stretched and walked over to his closet to get some new clothes. He pulled it open, only finding the man from yesterday sitting in there and reading the Bible that Alfred threw at him.
"AAAHHH!" shouted the American as he slammed the closet door shut and ran off to find Arthur, leaving the man in his closet wondering if it was normal to run away from a closet, screaming. Alfred ran over to Arthur's apartment, and ran inside, still screaming and waking the Brit.
"Why are you screaming, you bloody git?!" shouted Arthur as he came out of his bedroom, just being woken up by a lunatic American.
"Arthur! I need you to go Van Helsing on something for me," shouted the American, only gaining a confused look, "Your both British and your names are Arthur, so help!"
The Brit hung his head, noticing so many things wrong with that statement. "First of all, his name was Abraham, not Arthur. Second, he wasn't British, he was Dutch. Lastly, I'm not killing anything for you!"
"Than, can I have some holy water? Wait. He was reading the Bible and had a cross in his hair, so holy water wouldn't work," This only got more weird looks until he said, "You better make that a pentagram." Arthur's only response then was to kick the worried American out before he got a migraine that would last the whole day.
Alfred stood outside Arthur's door, gaping in shock. There was a man in his closet and Arthur was throwing him to the proverbial wolves and to literal might-be-a-psychopath-in-his-closet. There was only one thing he could do now! Try to distract the could-be-killer and call the police.
Alfred sneaked back into his apartment, finding the stranger looking through his research. Alfred walked up and took the papers from the man and walked towards his kitchen, hearing the guy following him like a mother hen and her chick. Alfred then makes the guy sit down at a table and handed him a spoon, the only thing he could think of to distract the guy.
What the hell?! He's actually distracted by it! This was the only thing running through Alfred's mind as the strange man was messing with the spoon by holding it at different ends, moving it in different ways, and dropping it and watching it fall. Alfred soon found himself getting distracted by the guy.
"So, why are you playing with a spoon?" asked Alfred. He hadn't even made a half-hearted attempt to distract the guy and it was working! Stuff like that just doesn't happen everyday and his mind wanted to understand what was happening right now.
"I'm trying to figure out how it works." stated the strange man as he continued messing with the spoon. Alfred couldn't find any reason to argue, except most people learn how to use a spoon when they were one year old, two years at the most.
"I'm going to call the police to get you some help. Just keep playing with the spoon, alright?" Alfred was about to walk away, when the strange man said something to make him stop.
"They can't help me. Only someone like you can." the strange man's focus remained mostly on the spoon, but his eyes would drift over to Alfred every few seconds.
"How can I help you the way the police can't?" Alfred was slightly ticked off at how weird this guy is. No one can be that weird and not try!
"Someone with an open mind. That's what you humans say, right?" the man asked with a confused puppy tilt to his head. Alfred just stared at him. He acts weird, knows nothing about simple things any normal person would understand, and he basically just admitted to not being human. He also follows me around like he's lost and doesn't understand the concept of being a stalker or breaking and entering, if last night is anything to go by. So that would mean...
Alfred than began to freak out for he second time that day.
"YOU'RE AN ALIEN?!" Okay, he may have just jumped to that decision, but that what he does. And he's sticking to it!