Annoyance(s?) no. 11: SCREW THE ORDER!
England had the oddest dream. A certain albino and a short girl stood over his bed.
"Kesesese, I'm too awesome to conform to the alphabet!" he rubbed his hands with glee.
"You're like, breaking the fourth wall or whatever bringing me here!" she hissed.
"You should be proud that I decided to bring you along with the awesome me!" he nudged her forehead.
"I already wrote out a different one for you, you know..." she muttered.
"I'll just come in again! 'coz I'm awesome!"
"Yalar, yalar... geez..."
This must be a dream. He couldn't speak...
"You do the honours of waking him up. Or is he already awake ah?" she peered at him.
"Awesome! Hey, England! Get up!"
"Unsubtle, are you? Let me get out first, okay...?"
The door to his bedroom opened and closed. It has to be a dream... he locked the door for sure.
The albino took a deep breath and – "ENGLAND! ENGLAND GET UP! COZ THE AWESOME ME IS HERE!"
His eyes snapped open. It... wasn't a dream. "Kesesese, you sleep quite heavily, don't you?"
"Wha – how – you...?" he was speechless.
The door opened, and the girl from earlier peeped in. "Hey, Prussia, I bet this door is supposed to mute sounds, y'know?" she rubbed her ear. "Noisy, dei..."
"You're quite funny, aren't you? Kesesese..."
"I wasn't trying to..."
"Just hold on a moment. Why the hell are you two here?" England sputtered at last.
"He dragged me through the monitor?" the girl answered.
"How is that even possible?" he was close to yelling.
"It's a bonus," Prussia patted his shoulder supposedly comfortingly.
"GET OUT!"
"Sorry, man, I've got a quota to fulfil once this idiot here pulled me in," the girl spoke up again.
"Bloody hell!" he could cry, really.
"Too bad I don't have either my phone or cam la. A pic of Iggy would make my friend happy," here she glared at Prussia. "Give me a warning or something if there's ever a next time, can or not?"
"You speak like what's-his-name, Malaysia?"
"I am his citizen, duh," she rolled her eyes.
"You two..." England palmed his face. "It's like I'm not here, is it?"
"You're not talking what," she retorted.
"Hey, I like you!" Prussia ruffled the girl's hair.
"Sorry, you're not exactly my favourite character."
"WHAT! How can you not like me? I'm awesome!" he emphasized, pointing to his chest, looking distraught.
"Ah, I dunno. It's from a pool of Japan, China, Hong Kong and England."
"I'll hack into your PC and upload pictures of my awesome self then!" he took on a man-on-a-mission look.
"HEY! My picture folder's full la!" her eyes widened.
"Oho? You've got fetishes like Hungary? Kesesese."
"... if you have to, put it in a different folder... please?"
"Why? I want to see what you're hoarding," he grinned widely.
She mumbled something. Prussia leaned in as she repeated what she said. He started laughing hysterically, and the girl failed to keep on a stoic face.
"Betcha want to matchmake him!" he chortled.
"Obviously lor... but I can't... there's the opposite faction..." she sighed wistfully.
"Hey, England! Make a move on Japan! Kesesese!"
"WHAT! Why would I?"
"This is a non-pairing fic la, Prussia. I'm writing a few for the coming month though."
"Kesesese, smut?"
With that sentence, England leapt out of bed and shoved the two uninvited 'guests' out of his (ruined) compound.
"AND DON'T COME BACK!"
Thanks to Darka Moon for the alert, fav and review, isab1400 for the fav, Nom(dot)i(dot)eat(dot)angel for the alert and review, then solitarycloud, xMaddie and Sutchi for the reviews!
Er, yeah. Self-insert. This was an on-the-fly chapter while I was thinking of Prussia's chapter draft. Belgium refuses to come out nicely! D: I looked up the Eurovision already, so it's just a matter of trying to make some ideas mesh.
I'm not going to be able to write smut any time soon for sure, but I am writing Asa Kiku stuff for the Love and Tea spree next month *cough* Oh and my exams aren't over yet... I could only type this out while doing some work for my bro -w-;
I'll end this note with the standard I don't own Hetalia!