Sorry I once again took forever to write something. Personal reasons and laziness are big contributors in that, but I have nothing better to do right now.
Without and further hoo-haw, I do not own Hetalia. Let's get this show on the road!
"I don't need a booster seat, goddammit!"
"Aw, but Lovi, how will you reach the table?"
"Miss Lila, can I have a turn with the crayons?"
"No, I'm trying to draw 90's cartoon characters."
We were some of the nosier customers in the restaurant that day. It was clear to me that the waiters were probably drawing straws on who would serve us. In fact, they might've been debating on when they should kick us out. In fact, it was a miracle we'd been seated at all!
Chibitalia was sitting on a booster seat beside Romano, who's eyes barely peeked over the table. Antonio was sitting next to him, cheerfully humming a nonsense tune. Across from him was me, busily trying not to panic too much about people and failing spectacularly. Lila was sitting next to me, putting her very heart and soul into a stunning rendition of Wakko Warner on her unit's placemat, with green replacing black due to limited supplies.
A waiter finally showed up, pad of paper in hand.
"Hello, what can I get you to drink?"
I decided to take this one. After all, I was clearly the leader of these numbskulls and it was therefore my duty to order beverages.
"I'd like a Shirley Temple." I told him. "Those two would like tomato juice, she'd like chocolate milk, and this one would like a lemonade."
Everyone was clearly very impressed by my spot-on drink orders.
Eventually, we all had a meal in front of us. The chatter continued on, as Romano sourly bonded with his brother, Antonio swooned over the two of them, Lila proudly showed off her drawings of Ed, Edd, & Eddy, and I kept the peace. It took me back to when my family used to eat out, before my parents went and thought they'd move to Canada for some reason.
It took awhile before everyone was full enough to leave. I had our waiter box most of our leftovers.
"This is lunch tomorrow, guys, so I hope you liked it."
With that, we payed the bill and said our goodbyes. I held Romano's sticky hand on the way home, but Antonio walked a bit of a distance away. Getting to cool for us, is he? Bah. Teenagers.
"You're taking a bath when we get home, limburger." I sniffed. "When was the last time you changed your underwear?"
Romano predictably went all red, shouted a few foul words, and head butted Antonio. After all, he'd never attack a girl.
I laughed loudly. It was nice to have company.
Midnight saw me curled up in my comforter, watching a children's cartoon on my laptop. It was raining. I didn't know if the gutters were cleared but it was too late to check. Anyways, it wasn't really pouring or anything. I closed the computer with a sigh, and rubbed my forehead with both hands. My mind felt all hazy. Maybe sleep would be a good idea.
I stumbled out of bed and put the laptop safely on my desk, and turned off the light.
The dark was blinding, and I stubbed my toe on something. Cursing under my breath, I made my way back to bed... only to notice a person already laying there.
Still partially blind, I closed my eyes, hoping that I could actually figure out who it was when my vision was adjusted. When I opened them, no one was there. Weird, but in the state of sleepiness I was in I didn't question it. I just flopped down and tried to fall asleep.
Something fell off of my desk on the other side of the room, making a woefully loud thump. I groaned in frustration and sat up. Clearly, sleep would have to come later.
"Alright, what is it this time?" I asked, shielding my eyes as I flicked on the nearest lamp. "Did you wet the bed? If you wet the bed again you're going to have to start... wearing... pull-ups..."
I trailed off because the blonde man standing next to my open dresser was certainly not Romano. He was fairly tall, wearing all black, and appeared to have climbed in through the window, judging from the ladder poking out.
"Holy- who? What are you do-"
"Now now, ma cherie, don't make a fuss."
"You're in my house. You're in my room."
"Honhonhon~ Nice to know I'm still a lady killer!"
Finally gathering my wits, I quickly assessed the situation. A blonde guy with a french accent appeared to have broken into my house to steal my, um, unmentionables. I didn't have a phone close at hand. There was only one thing left to do. I screamed at the top of my lungs and began pelting the intruder with anything I could get my hands on.
Antonio came rushing in, and just stood in the middle of the room for a little while. No one moved. My unit's smile broadened in a way that was creepy and fake and familiar.
I hid under the covers, not wanting to witness any bloodshed. There was some muffled conversation on the other end, a suspiciously manly shriek. I peeked out in time to see Antonio dragging what had to be a France Unit out of my room by the collar of his shirt, unconscious. Or, at least, I hoped he was just unconscious. He paused and poked his head in the door. He seemed pretty much back to normal, but there was an odd glint in his eye.
"Good night, Sophie!"
"...Night."
And with that, he was gone. I got out of bed and shut my underwear drawer after taking a quick inventory. Then, I locked the window and nestled back under the covers. When did my life come to a point where all that happens and I don't really care? Meh. I just wanted to sleep, and sleep I did.
HA. Sleep is for suckers, my dear OC. Reviews are both demanded and begged for.