Parallel Universes of Parodies

Confusion about Accomodation and Women

I don't own Hetalia or SATW.

(SATW characters that coincide with the Hetalian counterparts will be italicized.)

Estonia frowned as the phone call went straight to voice mail for the umpteenth time. It was worrying that none of the Nordics were answering his calls since almost all of them woke up early. Were they in some sort of trouble? He was starting to get anxious, his grip tightening on the unanswered phone. Maybe he should come over and try to help them. But how? And what if the whole thing was something trivial? He could be booted out of the potential Nordic material! He worked too hard to be-

A loud rapping on the door snapped the nation out of his worry. 'It must be one of the Nordics!' He scurried to the door excitedly and eagerly opened the door. He paused when he saw not the Nordics, not even any of the nation he knew. Instead a woman with a wool hat and- was that his flag on her sweater?! No it couldn't be...

"Excuse me, but why are you in my house?" "I'm afraid you're mistaken ma'am, but this is my abode." The woman frowned, her frown lines deepening. "Then can you tell me where I am? I was with my friend Latvia and Lithuania-" She abruptly stopped when she saw all traces of blood had left the male's face. "Are you okay?"

He screamed.

America had to admit, he sometimes just acted without thinking. Come on though, if a burglar was in your house, it was natural to try and protect yourself! He wasn't going to be stopped by a minor thing like that, he was the freaking U.S of A!

Although throwing a desk might have been overkill.

The desk now was reduced to pieces of broken wood with possible splinters scattered on he ground. At least the intruder was knocked out and lying face down on that said floor. He was feeling mighty proud of himself until he remembered why he threw a desk and not just tackle the guy. "TONY!" A grey mass caught his eye which led his view to the ceiling where the childlike extraterrestrial hung on the chandelier. "Watch where you fucking throw the fucking thing, fucking desk could have broke my fucking head!"

"Glad to see you're okay too!" He grinned as he picked up a stray pistol on the floor. 'Must have belonged to that burglar.' The young super power thought as he inspected the body. He did feel a bit bad he just threw a desk at a probably drunk colledge jock guessing by the attire which was his flag. I mean he was flattered but a flag wasn't something you'll wear four in the morning on a Saturday. 'At least I didn't throw it THAT hard.' When the intruder was safely positioned on his porch with a little blanket he trudged up the stairs to go back to sweet sweet sleep. "Tony, this time lock the window, okay?"

'I'll clean up the mess later.' He drowsily thought as he snuggled himself against a mattress, unaware that his decision would lead to one hell of a morning later on.

I'm so sorry! I know you guys have been waiting but I have another test coming up so I tried to finish this chapter before I get burried under a mountain of work.

Estonia is undergoing some trauma from ahem, not so great memories about medicine, rolling in honey, and a wierd god. (I thnk you know what I'm talking about, no?)

Can anyone guess where the next seting is going to be in?

See you guys later!