*WARNING*
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
Chapter 15: America's House
The Allies were having one of their annual meetings, (by meetings I mean get together and play board games while simultanously getting drunk) and this year it was America's turn to host. When America opened the door, he smiled brightly.
"Yo dudes! Glad you could make it! I swear this year I'm gonna win Monopoly, and I don't need any of Iggy's fancy 'finances' bullcrap to pull it off!" A certain brit rolled his eyes when he heard that last comment. "Oh yeah, if you hear any strange noises coming from the attic or basement, pay it no attention."
"Wait, why would there be noises coming from those places, aru?" China asked. Russia laughed (in the most creepy way possible, might I add)
"Maybe Amerika is kidnapping innocent nations and children alike and slowly breaking their sanity until-"
"Woah, dude, calm down. Why the heck would I do that? But nah, it's just Canada and Mexico."
"Why the hell would they be in your basement and attic?" England asked. America shrugged.
"One day they just snook into my house and started living in my attic and basement respectively. They said that I always call them my basement and attic, so they're making it official." France nodded.
"I see. What types of noises would we be expecting to hear, might I ask~?"
"Mariachi music at 1AM, Mattie yelling at a hockey game, random movies, Maria and Mattie practicing their instruments together, Kuma-what's-his-face whining for food, and the occasional curse word here or there. Oh, and them screaming Marco Polo at each other from across the house."
"..Why?"
"We're North American, what did you expect? For us to be normal?"
Later that night..
"MARCO!"
"POLO!"
"MARCO!"
"POLO!"
"MARC-"
"WOULD YOU TWO GITS SHUT THE HELL UP?! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"
I personally don't think this chapter is so great, but eh
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