Someone was definitely knocking on the door. You turned towards Hetalia, expecting him to have a look of 'oh, yeah, I invited someone over'. Unfortunately, that was far from it. Instead, he had a look of confusion and concentration, as if trying to remember if anyone was coming over. You turned back to the doorway of his respiteblock. You probably should get the door. That was the proper etiquette, right? "II'll g3t iit!" You called out before hopping off the bed and dashing down the hall as you went. Because, why not? You heard a quiet, 'okay!' from the place just before. In front of the door, you dared to look though the peephole first, because, you're a paranoid little bitch. Hey! It's true though. Anyway, though the 'looking glass', you see a familiar face looking boredly at his phone.

It was Sherlock-fucking -BBC.

"What th3 h3ck iis SH d0iing h3r3?" You mumbled to yourself, or much rather to the door in this instants. Going for the hell of it, you swung open the door, releveling the fandom with the blue scarf. He tore his glaze away from his phone to look up at you. You could've sworn his eyes widen for a fraction of an inch before reverting back to his normal 'unamused' look. He pressed his lips into a thin line before speaking.

"Oh, it's you. Good morning Homestuck. Is Hetalia here? Well, of course he is, why wouldn't he be…" Sherlock stared to ramble on to himself. You decided to stop him there and just answer. He tended to ramble on for too long and you weren't willing to listen to all of it. Well, not today at least.

"Why d0 y0u want t0 s33 H3taliia?" You raised your eyebrow at this. That was random; this is Sherlock we're talking about. Why would he need to see him at this moment? What business would he have with your moirail right now?

"Supernatual wanted to see him, plus I need someone to cook for me." He shrugged nonchalantly, cutting straight to the point this time. Not that he didn't usually do this. He almost always did; in fact, it would be very suspicious if he didn't.

Oh, that's makes sense. You rolled your eyes, wondering why the heck Mr. Winged douchebag would want to see your moirail. "Y3ah, h3's h3r3. L3t m3 g3t hiim." You said with dismay. The person nodded in understandment and went back to his phone immediately after. You made away back to Hetalia. When you finally entered his respiteblock, he finally decided to put on a shirt. It was one of his white t-shirts with his anime's logo on it. His trademark boomer jacket, however, was nowhere to be seen. Probably somewhere else. You thought. Maybe the in laundry bin.

Before you could speak to tell him who was at the door. Hetalia asked his question. "So, who was at the door?" You chuckled at your terrible timing and told him that Sherlock was at the door. "Oh! He is?" Hetalia tried to fix his hair a bit. "Well, I'll be over in a second. I just need to get something. Go on."

You gave him a pointed look for shushing you out so quickly, 'cuz that was kinda weird. But nevertheless you went back out to the front door. Sherlock was still waiting by the doorframe. You didn't know who the heck he was texting, 'cuz who holy fuck does he have to text that freaking much?

He just texts like that. Calm down.

Still weird thought… Anyway, you awkwardly stood there, waiting for your friend to get here and for something else to happen. Because random shit always happens here.

-time skip bc this was dragging on for too long-

Sherlock chatted with Hetalia for a bit as you drank your drink. You didn't really add anything to the conversation they were having. Instead, you just sat there listening to them. Well, if this wasn't the epitome of awkward, you weren't sure what was.

"Hey Stucky!"

"Y3ah H3ta?"

"Me and Shery and going over to Nat's. Are going to be okay here, alone?"

You thought about his question, and wasn't sure what to say. Maybe? Homestuck, that ins't an anwer, give him a real one.

Because you're the Homestuck Fandom; yup that's your name. And you need to just your friend an answer. What will it be?

===) Ask to tag along.

===) Go somewhere else.

I don't really know what to say about not updating… Many things were the reasons. Lack of votes. (And I posted this on 5 sites!) School. Home life. Writing other fan-fics. (Mostly reader inserts.) I remember wanting to write for this very badly, but not being able to due to lack of votes? And like the last chapter, while I was writing this, the other choice got more votes, but I already started writing for this…so I said 'no too late'.

I feel like this is the shortest chapter yet. Sorry, pretty sure I'm losing my touch with writing for this style. Now, regardless of which choice wins this time, the next chapter will be super long.

I hope you look forward to that! Because I know I will. :D

P.S. If Homestuck had asked Hetalia if he's expecting anybody, Supernatural would've been at the door instead. :3