I would of posted this Saturday, but I had to judge horses and moving is keeping me busy. So, here's the next chapter of Nordic Aliens!
Disclaimer: Owning Hetalia would be too difficult... I'd rather just stay a passionate fan.
Chapter 4: Mentions Of An Obnoxious Idiot And Floating Curls
Alfred paused for a moment to think about what questions he should ask the alien-man-of-questionable-gender. Jeez, it's getting really difficult to address this guy... Or girl. Does it even have a gender?
"Well, I guess the first thing I should know is your name, 'cause it's getting really hard to call you something." The alien-man-of-questionable-gender nodded, since it was natural to give a name to something and be able to call it by said name. It was classic human nature to classify something and label it, even if the title given to said thing was inaccurate and hurtful to the other.
"Truthfully, you couldn't pronounce my name, but it roughly translates to Lukas in your language," the newly-named Lukas explained, still in creepy monotone.
"Do you have to talk like that?" asked a creeped out Alfred, still unused to the bland and dull voice of the alien. Lukas nodded, making Alfred stare at him. The alien had a strange, detached curl floating by his head and a small dot hanging above it. Don't stare. Stop staring at it... WHAT IS WITH THAT THING ANYWAY!?
"Are you talking about this?" asked Lukas as he pointed at his curl. Oh shit, was I talking out loud? Alfred cursed slightly at this, his inability to stay quiet shining rather brightly at the moment.
"Yes. You still are actually and since your wondering, I've never questioned it's existence. It's just been there and I accept it," stated Lukas, pulling the curl into his field of vision, "Although, now that I'm thinking about it, this curl of mine is rather abnormal, even for my kind. Except for that one idiot..." The alien's face turned a little dark at the mention of a certain idiot he was sent to bring back home.
"Who's the idiot you're looking for?" asked Alfred, a small glimmer of excitement in his eyes. If Lukas knew another person, they were most likely an extraterrestrial as well, perhaps even a different kind of alien entirely.
"He's obnoxious, annoying, childish, and the last message we got from him concerned something called beer," stated Lukas, the dark cloud of angry growing slightly as he continued talking about his idiot, "Unfortunately, I'm the only one capable of dragging him back home without causing a struggle."
"And the outfit is for?" Alfred pointed his finger at the skin-tight outfit, making Lukas look down at himself.
"I'm not supposed to stay here long and I wasn't given time to pack for a stealth mission. I would of if I was given an option, just in case I had to blend in, but I wasn't," Lukas glanced back up at Alfred, taking in his appearance, which consisted of a Bomber's jacket from World War I, ratty jeans, and a white t-shirt. Blending in seemed like one thing the alien fanatic was good at, looking like any normal person while having such strange beliefs others would find abnormal.
"And you sleep in my closet because...?" questioned Alfred, hoping for a slightly reasonable answer for that small inconvenience.
"You humans sleep outside with a shelter made of cloth and sticks. I do not have one of those and usually sleep in a space similar to your closet. Therefore, it is my temporary dwelling for now." Of course he couldn't of gotten a reasonable answer, but what did a tent have to do with anything? I guess I should expect abnormal from Lukas...
Alfred took a peek in his closet, to find it surprisingly cleaner than usual, with the clothes on the floor gone and neatly folded up on a shelf, except for a spare comforter shaped into a nest on the ground and a glowing ball sitting on top of it.
"...What is that thing?" Alfred stepped aside, motioning to the glowing ball. The ball floated over to Lukas, giving off waves of blue and green energy that glided away in tendrils and wisps before fading.
"A light. The other one broke so I had to make this one," The monotone voice stated, as if giving a common known fact on a boring subject while pointing at a shattered flashlight, "That thing blinded me when I held it wrong, and we got into a fight."
"The flashlight? It's not even living, so I didn't mean to blind you! You just were holding the wrong way, because other people can work one without a problem," explained Alfred, as Lukas crouched down beside it.
"Sorry for breaking you, but I didn't know I was doing something wrong," Lukas talked to the flashlight. The flashlight didn't acknowledge him and continued to be a broken flashlight.
"I told you, it's not a living thing. It was made of plastic and metal, and needed batteries to work. You don't have to apologize to it," Alfred said as he walked up to the broken flashlight as well.
"Yes, but in a sense it used to be. Plastic is created from cows, and cows are living creatures. So, the fact that you say it wasn't a living thing is wrong."
"No, I said it isn't a living thing. I never said it wasn't at some point."
"True. Well, I'm getting tired," the alien stood up and walked over to the bed before grabbing the Bible it was so attached to and entering the closet before closing the door. Alfred sighed after such a tiring talk with the alien. At least there was always tomorrow.