LAOSASA chapter 10
Again with the late updates... The fuck is wrong with me?!
Inner voice: Well, you have kinda been a little uninterested in Hetalia for the last two or three chapter up dates...
EXCUSES, EXCUSES! Even if my last few chapters we're very poor and unattended to properly I have wonderful readers waiting months for updates! It's not fair to introduce a plot point, lead them on this far, and not give them closer of the story! UNFORGIVABLE!
Inner voice: … I wish you would get rid of this whole 'over dramatic' thing you've been going at these last few months... It's really obnoxious and annoying...
Shut up like I could update or work on anything with what happened...
You know what, I don't even care! I'm back and you can deal with it or bitch!
And everybody, The guilt you made me feel... I can not even begin to attempt to an apology that can touch the base of a mountain made of my guilt! I owe all of you so much more! Also thanks everyone else who commented! To come back and have all of that written and also to find that they have new episodes of Hetalia have completely rejuvenated my fandom and gave me the confidence to finish this!
ENOUGH WITH THE GUSHY FEELINGS AND SELF PITY! Chapter ten!
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'It's... Cold...'
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'Why is it so cold...?'
Slowly opening his eye's, the British man found his answer; He was on his bedroom floor instead of his warm comfortable mattress. And a sharp pain to his side was recognized as the true culprit the had woken him up.
"Damn it!" He jumped up and looked to see if Italy had been the one to force him out of bed, but found, not Italy, but the most terrible sight any grown man could see when waking up.
Hungary.
"England! Why in Mr. Germany's name are you sleeping?! You're suppose to fix this!"
"M-miss. Hungary! I assure you I was working as hard as I could before the whole event from the other day, I assure you!" For some reason he had a small hope that saying 'I assure you' twice would actually assure her, yet it seemed to do the opposite based on the look he was given.
"Work harder! You're starting to sound like Italy a bit! And Sleeping til one in the afternoon!" She scolded the older nation.
"He can only work so hard, Hungary, working while you're tired can cause mistakes or stay to long on a single subject than you should... Neither of us have really been out on the battle field for a while, but it can take months to create a good tactic..." A new voice joined the conversation. It was strict and logical sounding.
"Mr. Austria...?" Hungary gave him a disappointing look but her tone somehow indicated that she was disappointed in herself.
England always found it odd how Austria could make the female nation feel guilty about absolutely nothing, but he really didn't think he would find a satisfying answer if that fact was ever investigated.
"I'll be returning to the books as soon as I'm done making you lot some breakfast... I'm sure Italy is quite hungry by now..." England nodded, finally standing up from his awkward position on the floor.
"NO! … I mean, no need Mr. England, I'll be making breakfast, you hit those books!" Hungary suddenly smiled, albeit a bit nervously.
"But I want to try and thank you for putting up with this whole embarrassing situation..." England smiled back just as nervous.
"Books." She stated, placing her hands and on her hips and using a tone that a mother may use to get a child to clean their room, "I'll start cooking and you just..." she tried him up and down, England shifted his weigh from one foot to the other restlessly but let her finish her analyses. "You put on some proper clothes..."
England finally looked down at himself, he was wearing a pair of slacks that had become horribly wrinkled from sleeping in them, a light blue long sleeve button-up shirt with half the buttons undone and just as wrinkled as his pants, but what really got to him was that he was still foolishly wearing America's bomber jacket.
Upon noticing this he quickly yanked it off Italy's person, threw in none to genteelly on the bed, and attempted to come up with some made up excuse on the spot that turned into a incoherent speech pattern of 'I- um! You see-! But-! The thing is I-!' Usually a quick lie wouldn't be a problem,but he himself didn't know why he put it on, he was terribly sleepy after all when he grabbed the blasted thing.
"I was cold and Italy was hogging the blankets! It was the closest thing is all!" England finally blurted out, suddenly gaining back some composer after finding something to say.
"Oh, yeah, that's Alfred's jacket isn't it...?" Hungary asked, seeming to think about it a bit.
England felt himself deflate a bit at the realization that she was talking about the fact that he had slept in daytime clothing.
"Get changed and shower, brush your teeth, or whatever you're morning routine is, the sooner we start the better..." Austria remarked and withdrew from the room, Hungary at toe.
"… Shower...? It's... Been a while since I showered...That sounds bloody amazing!" England smiled as the thought of warm water and shampoo, almost going into a dream-like state on the way to his bathroom, "Italy should take one too, after I'm done. I need to be sure to leave some hot water... It could really help us both relax...' he nodded to himself entering his bathroom.
However, the happy thought quickly came to a halt when he looked in the mirror and found his shock of the situation renewed as he looked at the face of Italy staring back at him. In all honesty at this point it was a wonder he didn't scream from frustration.
All this time he had been dressing quickly and trying to avoid mirrors as much as possible.
Not that he couldn't handle it, he could if he wanted to, but for some reason he felt that looking at his temporary body for more than a few seconds was a huge invasion of Italy's privacy. He'd half to be completely naked for twenty minutes while in the shower.
England briefly wondered about the curl on Italy's head. He had done his best to ignore it since the first... Encounter... He's still not sure what exactly the curl does or how it reacts to certain things... Touching it once caused a chill to run down Italy's body and England decided right away not to touch it again. He wants the decision to stand but... How will the curl react to water? And washing his hair could also be a problem... Be he can't just go around not showering! That is beyond gross! He's pretty shocked at himself for going this long when he normally showers daily.
England stood in silence and turned on the water. Letting it get warm.
After he could no longer stall he finally made a last minute decision to do the whole process with his eyes closed.
He spent a lot of twenty minutes in the shower before he had worked up the courage to try and wash his hair. Deciding to wash around the curl.
It was an uneventful shower, but rather exhausting mentally. It was way out of his comfort zone.
In the end, England ended up frustrated more than relaxed from his shower.
He the preceded over to the sink, towel around his waste, to brush his teeth only for his to again realize for the first time that he had been using his own tooth brush instead of Italy's.
However, this really didn't bother his as much. But it irked him to realize how little attention he was really giving to the situation as a whole.
With a tired sigh, england shook it off and walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, happy just to have the little adventure over with.
As he open the door he stood there blushing like a fool at Italy shuffling through his closet for clothes in the nude, not a even a bit of embarrassment on his face.
England opened his mouth, then closed it repeatedly a few times before sighing out the words, "The far left of the closet, Italy and underclothing is in the top drawer of the dresser..."
"Ve...? Oh! Thank you!"
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"England and Italy both ate a lot, they must not have had such good food in a while..." Hungary commented as she handed Austria a plate to dry.
"Hm, I suppose... for Italy it's not so shocking but England it is unusual..."
"I guess it's a good thing, England seems focused on the books pretty well, so he but not be sleepy or hungry at all..."
"Yes, yes..." Austria chimed not looking in her direction.
"Do you happen to know what Italy is up to?" Hungary Glanced around the room momentarily.
"He said something about England's cat and went toward the living room..." Austria mumbled.
"I see... he's still like that then isn't he...?"
"Yes, I suppose he is... Is that a bad thing...?" Austria asked, turning more toward the wall away from the female.
Hungary smiled, "No, not at all..."
Just so you know, I want to write perverted shit on here SO FUCKING BADLY! DD': But it's so out of character for England and Italy to act that way!
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Arg... I DON'T WANNA WRITE THEM IN CHARATER ANYMORE! I WANNA MAKE A PORNO! D'X
Oh well, a writers gotta have standards and mine is not bending their personalities to my will... Damn everynations strong moral standards... . I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT BEEP AND BEEP AND ALSO MAYBE A LITTLE BEEEEEEEEP IS THAT TO MUCH TO ASK!?
Also I think I forgot where I was heading with this plot, so hopefully it'll come back to me... So don't be surprised about more fillers I suppose...
