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(I don't own Hetalia)

A year

I, Chase M. Konner, have survived in the White house for a year. I have lived through Halloween, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and the New Year. Yes, I have broken both of my arms and legs this year (you can probably guess how) and even my skull (pizza truck incident, don't ask). I have lived with most of the countries this year, and thankfully, my dad informed me they would start to become busier, and leave me alone. Alice was horrified when discovering, this little miracle, and cried for days, screaming about "not having hot guys as slaves anymore".

So currently, I am enjoying myself immensely, since none of the countries have come to visit for a month. What surprised me though, was the strange ache in my chest. Normal people would identify this as "loneliness" but trust me; I don't miss them at all. Seriously, I don't at all guys. Stop scoffing at me. So what if the White House is eerily quiet, and I'm pretty bored? It doesn't matter that I now no longer have someone to play video-games with. I don't miss seeing Shakespeare's plays, or going on vacation to Italy. I don't even miss the Nordic barbeques we would throw.

So no, it doesn't hurt that no one is here for my birthday.

I sighed, looking over and across my bed. I was laying down eagle-spread, glaring at the ceiling. So far only Alice had come to wish me a Happy Birthday, but even that was short and brief. Mom and Dad were busy at a meeting (like usual) and wouldn't be able to see me for a week. I groaned, screwing my eyes shut.

"Fine, I maybe kinda do fucking miss the countries." I grumbled to myself, turning hot-red. It was just so damn quiet, and even Alice went back to being boring! So excuse me for being so fucking clingy, but if you were stuck in a huge house with a million things to do, you would be bored too.

I closed my eyes, and forced myself to relax and straighten my head out. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

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When I woke up, I was still in my room, with nothing changed. I felt a surge of disappointment wash over me, because I thought that maybe I would at least be tied up somewhere. At least with sharpie on my face. Or someone hiding under my bed! God, why are they all so stupid? I know I told them I hated them and to go away, but I never actually meant it.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stumbled towards the door, wondering what time it was. The hallway was dark, and I assumed it was night already. This made me even more depressed, but I tried not to think about it much. I walked sullenly into the kitchen, where there was a singe cake that said in red lettering- Meet us outside! I grinned, and raced down and outside.

There was no one there.

Only the bushes, trees, and pissed off me.

"Happy birthday Chase!"

I jumped, and turned around quickly.

Most of the countries stood there, grins on their faces. Before I knew it, a huge smile split across my face, and I happily dashed forward, ready to join them.

The night was a blur, filled with laughter, fun, and lots of cake (from Alfred of course). Pretty much to say, it was the best night ever.

Poke

My eyes flew open, and I nearly screamed in fury.

It had all been a dream.

What wasn't a dream though, was the fact that I was tied up to a chair with a smirking nation in front of me, accompanied by about five other countries.

"Happy birthday Chase~!" Alfred sang sweetly, and let out an evil laugh. He held up a sharpie, and moved towards my face.

"ALFRED!"

Holy shit, am I evil or what? ;) Only three more chapters for this :I Unless of course, you would like me to make it longer. Please review and give me your feedback!

- Nisa Keehl