A/N: Ah... I'm so tired... But I'm excited because I got my first plushie today! It's Chad, from Bleach... and I've been hugging it all day...
Oh, just so you know, I'm in this drabble. I don't do this usually, so I'm sorry if you hate it. It was just an odd daydream I had...
Nima... -sigh- Please contact me, if you would. I would like to discuss your request. I'll move onto the next request for now, which is... homework, from lokimademedoit. Thanks, dear~.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia... but I do own a plushie! -dances with plushie-
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11: Homework
"Eh... I've been so busy..." a girl said, resting her head on the textbook in front of her. "Now I know how Germany feels... I think he likes paperwork, though..." Sitting up suddenly, she yelled to the empty room, "What is wrong with him? Was he dropped as a child or something?" She then fell over onto her bed again. Ah... shut up. she thought,Your inner Romano is showing... think about kittens and philosophy, get your Greece zen-ness back.
"Ugh, forget about it. I'm tired, I don't care if there's any more work to do! I'm going to sleep!" With that, she put a pillow over her head and quickly fell asleep beside the various papers and books.
When she opened her eyes, it felt as if only a few moments had passed. Glancing over at the much-abused alarm clock, she noted that it had instead been a few hours. Aw, that's a shame... she thought sarcastically. Just as she was sitting up and stretching, there was a knock on her door. Expecting it to be a family member, she continued stretching; shutting her eyes and yawning, she said "Come in." sleepily.
However, when she finished rubbing her eyes, she saw someone who she definitely didn't know. Balling her fists and taking a defensive stance, she asked "Who are you and why the hell are you in my house?"
The man was tall, she noted. He looked pretty muscular, too... this wasn't a good idea. Too late for that, huh? she thought, laughing in her mind.
"Doitsu~!" a call rang from the hall. The voice was a bit high, but definitely male. In fact, the voice sounded a lot like...
Her suspicions were confirmed when the voice followed up with, "They have so much pasta here!"
Looking up at the temporarily distracted German, she started laughing wildly. When he turned to give her a confused look, she fell over in laughter. "Oh my god..." she said between fits of giggles, "I've finally gone crazy! Hahahaha~! I knew this day would come!" She abruptly stopped and closed her eyes. She took several deep breaths, her hand gripping at the notebook it rested on.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open as she flung the notebook at her supposed hallucination. It hit him square in the forehead.
Her eyes grew wide. After a barrage of apologies, she managed to say, "So you're not a hallucination? Sorry, sorry, sorry, I thought you were my brain telling me I've lost it. Ah, is it bleeding? I'm so sorry!"
He waved his hand as if to dismiss the subject. "It's fine. I assumed that it would come as somewhat of a shock, I expected much worse than this."
"I'm really, really sorry about that. I would offer you wurst, but I don't have any..." she said, shuffling her feet.
Germany paused and looked out the door. "I think Italia is making pasta, do you want some?"
"Oh, yeah..." she zoned out for a moment, but then made eye contact again. "I forgot to eat today, so I should probably get some pasta." With that, she began to walk towards the kitchen. Forgot to eat? Germany thought as he followed. What a strange American...
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A/N: I was bored, I really should have been working...