I DON'T OWN THIS
THIS IS OWNED BY NISA
NISA DOESN'T OWN HETALIA
It was a regular day, not unlike any other. Until, I noticed an odd thing, a girl I didn't know was following me! I acted like she wasn't there, because I'm a hero, and heroes don't point stuff like that out. After a while, it got on my nerves. I stopped at McDonalds, and I noticed her again! I quickly finished up the delicious burger I was eating. I looked behind me, to check, and saw her brown hair. Damn. Who was she?
I got in my car, and started to drive. I was on the road to my place, but at the last second I swerve, to head to Iggy's house. He'll help me.
"Hey Old Man, you home yet?" I called out into the house. I heard swearing from upstairs, followed by a grumpy march. I waited downstairs, because honestly, he's gonna take forever, he's old like that. Eventually, I saw the bushy eyebrows, and I had to laugh.
"What do you want, git?" He asked angrily, glaring. I just ignored him, continuing my heroic attitude.
"About that. I need your help with something." I said, taking a sip of my Pepsi. He just rolled his emerald eyes and gestured to me to come to his office. I really did appreciate the fact that it was located in the center of his mansion. The girl wouldn't hear us.
"What's wrong? And why are you coming to me?" He said, sighing, sitting down in the cushiony chair. I sat down in a less cushioned chair, and glanced about nervously.
"I'm positive I'm being stalked." I whispered.
"Since when?" He demanded after a moment, looking at me with a hardcore expression. It very nearly made me laugh, but this was serious.
"After lunch. I keep seeing this little girl, she has brown hair, and she continues to follow me!" I said, shuddering. I looked at him, anxious.
"Maybe she's a ghost!" He teased, smirking. I glared at him, feeling hot tears forming at my eyes,
"That's not funny. What if she is a ghost and I'm being haunted?" I sobbed, grabbing my chair like during cinema's horror movie presentations. I looked about fearfully.
Arthur snorted. "Idiot. Ghosts are pretend. Fake. Not real. This girl must have a crush on you, or thinks that you're a friend." He grinned at my discomfort.
I breathed a bit slower. Thank God.
"How can I just… Ditch her?" I asked.
"Ask her." Arthur innocently cooed, pointing a bit behind me. I whipped around, and saw my child stalker behind me, in the doorway. I heard an Iggy snicker.
"Er, hi." I muttered, looking her up and down.
Her brown hair was lank and limp, and her brown eyes anything but dull, she stared at me, narrowing her intense brown eyes. Her hands moved to her hips, in a sassy gesture.
"Argh! Idiot! I've been tracking your sorry ass like a GPS!" She shouted. My mouth hung open a bit as I searched my brain for her.
"Excuse me, but who are you again?" I asked.
This merited a glare, and a slight squeak of anger.
"MISS-OU-RI!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, stamping her foot on the ground.
"Hm. Ohhhhh! Right!" I smiled at her, getting up. Missouri gave me a bitch-I-will-bite-off-your-hand-death-glare as I ruffled her lanky hair. "What's up, kid?" I teased.
"Dammit! Why do you all forget! St. Louis Arch! Gateway to the freaking west! And you all ignore me! Even Illinois is still well known!" She ranted, pounding her fist against Iggy's desk. England just looked at her with amusement.
"You are a bit small…" I admitted. Not right.
Missouri's face became a tomato, and she screamed in my face, "DIE YOU ASS-HAT! DIE I SAY! DIE!" Her fists came in contact with my chest, as I laughed.
Any stranger would be scarred for life.