Anders put together the money he had left and got them a room at a extremely cheap motel surrounded by hookers and druggies, but at least it was warm and comfortable.

He really should stop lying to himself.

It was cold and dingy, with one queen size bed and a chair. The shower ran warm water for five minutes then shut off or turned freezing cold. The light flickered on and off, the carpet disgusting and the walls thin as paper. But it was a room.

After getting the other four settled and making sure that Berwald had his pocket knife, Anders went back to wandering the streets, but this time with a purpose: to find some money.

The first store was a hardware store and it looked decent. Then again, decent wasn't always a good thing. The manager was nice, but he required ID and he had to be sixteen because the job required driving. Anders told him that he knew how to drive, but the manager just looked at him skeptically and told him "sorry" then shooed him out.

Fuck. This would be harder than he thought.

The ice cream place was no better. Anders loved ice cream and it seemed like a good job. The manager was young, pretty and nice enough, but she was way too flirtatious and slutty. She acted like the hookers in front of the motel.

"Actually, I don't want this job," Anders yelled after she tried to make out with him and ran out of the store.

Anders went to many other places, either he was too young or the manager was an asshole or the manager was a whore. Maybe he shouldn't be so judgmental. The one good thing he did today was to get a fake ID at some crappy little store. He looked old enough to be sixteen or seventeen, so why not bump up his age to twenty-one? Okay, that was a bit of a stretch, but people were stupid so it didn't matter.

Anders randomly strolled into a bar. Whoa, a bar? Whatever, he thought. Maybe a drink would help. Then, he noticed a "Help wanted" sign. Maybe something good could come out of this.

"Whoa boy, get lost or somethin'?" the bartender asked. He had mousy brown hair and a goatee.

"No, I'm here to ask 'bout the job," Anders replied, doing his best to stand taller and talk with a deeper voice.

The bartender looked at him suspiciously. "You sure you're twenty-one? You look seventeen."

Three years older? That was good.

"Nope, twenty-one." Anders held out his fake ID proclaiming him as Mathias Kohler [1].

"Hmm..." the bartender studied the ID. "This looks freshly printed, but you seem decent and we really need the help so you'll start on Monday. That good?"

"Yeah, that's great. Thanks!"

The bartender grinned. "No prob, Mathias. I'm Danny by the way."

"'Kay Danny. See you on Monday!"

Danny waved as Anders left the bar. Anders decided that he liked bars, even if he didn't drink.

Yet.

XXX

Anders was happy that he got a job, but suddenly realized that they still had no money for the motel room and food. He sighed. It was late and he really should be getting back. Guess he would be empty handed today.

"Hey man, you got some crack or beer or... or..." one of the druggies trailed off, blocking Anders's way.

"Sorry dude, I don't have anything." Literally. Anders pushed him out of the way.

"Hey. Hey! You think you're so tough?" he said, raising his fists. "Hey, I'll fight you c'mon!"

Anders was strong. He punched the guy in the face and he crumpled instantly.

"That was easy," Anders muttered to himself and walked towards the motel door but stopped abruptly when he saw the brown wallet that fell out of the druggie's pocket. He picked it up and flipped through it. There was fifty dollars in there! That was enough for the motel and food. Anders ran back to the street, charged into a pizza store and bought a large all meat pizza and also bought cold medicine for Tino.

Was beating people up the easiest way to get money?


[1]: Okay, so most Fanfic writers use this name for Denmark but I looked on the Hetalia wiki and it said that Andersen, Christensen, Arnesen, Simon Densen, Abel, Mikkel, Magnus,Bertramas are theoretical names for Denmark, and Densen as a possible surname. So I used Andersen but if you read the reviews, the first one says that Andersen is a surname so now it's Anders. I have no idea where Mathias Kohler came from and I do like the name, I just don't use it.


On the WWH AU website surveypage is a survey for the WWH city name! When I get a decent amount of replies, I will choose my favorites and have a vote. If you do reply (thank you!) please make the name somehow relate to Hetalia (like how the school is a former WW2 place).

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The Way I Love You: PruHun; side AusHun
The Hero I Need: USUK; Anti-FrUK
The Things I Do for You: Nordics; DenNor; side SuFin
This Torn Heart I Have: HK/Taiwan
The Lives I Ruin: Spamano; side SpaBel and GerIta

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Between Us: Mafia AU (Swiss/Liech; USUK; DenNor; PruHun; Spamano)