aww thank you guys for reviewing! Lol For this story I update mainly on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. But I'm doing another because, well, I haven't been very good at being on time.
*cough* um... I don't know if you guys got this... but Alex is male.. My fault really, because I didn't give enough details but... I'm so sorry... Hehe... yeah...
Translations: (google translate. I'm not in Spanish yet..)
I said that you are a jalapeno... Did you not understand me? = Me dijo que usted es un jalapeño ... ¿No me entiendes?
How well do you speak Spanish? Do you speak any other languages?= ¿Qué tan bien habla usted español? ¿Hablas otros idiomas?
I don't own Hetalia
I'm going to attempt to make this chapter long and detailed.
Everyone in the room stared at me,including Creep-san, and Jalapeño; like I was crazy. Which I probably am.
"What did you call me?" He growled at me, making me only think in my mind "stamp of Alex's approval on this nickname". Yeah. I'm a smart ass...
I smiled," Me dijo que usted es un jalapeño ... ¿No me entiendes?" I mean, how hard is it to figure out that I called him a Jalapeño. He's too mean, and I don't like him. I hope he dies.
"Did... Did he just start talking in Spanish?" Jalapeño asked Creep-san.
"¿Qué tan bien habla usted español? ¿Hablas otros idiomas?" Creep-san asked me. What is up with this guy? I mean, most people automatically assume I speak Spanish perfectly, because of my looks.
Now let me explain something to you. I'm medium height, probably 5'7" and I have black-brown hair. I have medium dark skin, and I guess its just the "look" of me. I'm obviously male, and I'm kinda skinny? I taste everything I cook so much I should be huge, but I have a mildly higher metabolism so I'm okay. A little chubby around the middle but no one knows. Baggy shirts do wonders. I come from a very mixed group. I'm half Mexican, one fourth Korean, and one fourth Cuban. So I got exposed to alot. And spicy food seems to be important or have some aspect in all three cultures. And I HATE spicy food. I despise the even thought of having salsa.
I looked up at him,"ehh... English, Spanish, and Japanese.." The people in the room creeped me out. They kept staring at me. And I wanted to cook some damn salsa and throw it into their eyes. mwahahah...
Suddenly I felt the very quiet concerned aura coming from the room. And I realized..
I said that out loud. I now wonder if crazy is contagious. One of the guys, was old and gray haired and had a moustache . He's Salt and Pepper now.
Haha... that was random...
"Petritz-san?", Creep-San asked.
I blinked,"Wha?" I looked around,"WHO ARE YOU! WHY DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"
Creep-San looked at me with a indifferent look,"Because... I am L."
I looked at him.
Then I looked at the other people.
Then I looked at him.
Then other people.
Him.
Other people.
Him.
Other people.
"BWAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAH!" I laughed, falling off the couch. "you- and then- Haha- oh yeah.. that's a good one. That's why my boss didn't fight to keep me at work! She knew I'd been watching the news when the other cooks were at lunch! and so she has a place set up and-"
"L" sighed, and ate a cookie,"I presume you want proof?" He glanced at me, obviously annoyed by me. Haha. Sucks for him. He's stuck with me. Handcuffs remember?
"Okay, what ever floats your I'm L boat" I grinned. This guy was fricking hilarious. He thought he was L. L was some rich guy in rich clothes, looking smart. This guy looked kinda... well... Kinda...bad.
He wore baggy clothes. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for baggy clothes. I mean, look at my outfit. I'm wearing a baggy shirt with some band on it, and sweatpants. Oh yeah. That's right, I'm a guy that can rock the sweats. Wait, that just sounds weird... yeah, on with the story..
"you are Alex Petritz, an immigrant from the United States. You previously lived in southern California, on the border of Mexico. You graduated from Trenton high school, and went on to major in food, and minor in business. You had written a 12 page long essay to your current boss asking her to allow you to come work under her. Your parents are Jose and Alyssa Petritz. Your grandparents are-"
"Okay... that doesn't prove you are L. It proves you're a stalker. And I don't talk to stalkers." I smirked at him cockily. This is fun!
"What do you think of L?"
"I think he's cool but egotistic. both Kira and L need to get their heads out of their asses and stop going 'oh I'm smarter' 'no I'm smarter watch me kill'"
All the people in the room looked shocked. I mean, what's wrong them? Don't they see the same exact thing? they can't be upset about L right?
"How could you say that about L?"
Apparently so..
I smiled,"My opinion stands. I'm not changing it."
Light nodded,"Yeah, even if his opinion is hurtful to L, he still has the right to his opinion! You can't take that away.." whooaa boy, calm down there... you're a little excited aren't you?
'L' walked over to me, and took the handcuffs off. I grinned,"yes!"
Then he looked at me,"54%.. We will have to watch you still..."
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"...WHAT?"
haha, I enjoyed writing that... Hehe... ^_^ Please review~