Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, only the story concept. Enjoy the new chapter and thanks for reading.


"What the hell is going on? America is an absolute wanker and France is calling England the black sheep of Europe. China looks like a girl and Russia looks like he is trying to decide whether to kill or befriend everyone! Italy is a complete idiot, Germany should stop enabling him, and Japan needs to speak his mind!" Arthur kept ranting, even though the episode was over.

Wendy and I were cracking up at this. We had officially dragged another person into the depths of Hell with us. It was such a satisfying feeling to send another human to their damnation. Arthur was getting even more confused as we put on the fifth episode. He never asked us to stop, just started complaining if we didn't put on the next one. "By the way, if you two are best friends, why don't you go to the same school?" Arthur asks.

"That's because Wendy goes to a private school downtown. She used to go to the public school, but got a scholarship for the other one. We grew up together after you left, so we kept in touch," I explained as Wendy nodded along.

"Yep, we bonded even more over Hetalia. I still get mad at her for introducing it to me sometimes. So much time I could use for homework has gone into Hetalia," she says. I hear a sigh in her voice and giggle slightly. "Ah, man, I have to get going. My parents wanted me back in a few minutes. I'll see you later guys," she said. Wendy got up and left through the front door, waving as she closed it.

"She seems very lively," Arthur remarks. I nod in agreement; glad to have her in my life. After Arthur left I was all alone, until I met Wendy on the playground. This was before I started wearing the sunglasses all the time, so everyone thought I was weird. She came up to me and asked to play with me and my friends. At first I thought she could see them too, but I realized she thought they were imaginary friends. We got to know each other better and had kept the friendship strong.

Suddenly I heard a low growl come from Arthur. I blinked in surprise, realizing that it was his stomach. "I'll go make something to eat. Do you want anything specific?" I ask. He shakes his head and follows me to the kitchen.

"Can I make some scones? I know a really good recipe," he says. I nod eagerly; I hadn't had scones in a really long time. I get out the mixing bowls while he gets all the ingredients. I walk out of the kitchen and sit on the couch, letting Arthur do everything in the kitchen.

I feel a buzz next to me on the couch. I look down to see Arthur's phone with a text on the lock screen. "Hey, Arthur, you got a text from an Alfred. He's asking where you are. Can I reply to it for you?" I ask.

"Go ahead, love. Just tell him I am next door," Arthur shouts back. I hear him shut the oven door as I pick up the phone. I respond to the text like Arthur said and get a response almost immediately.

"He says he will be over in a few minutes," I shout to Arthur. I hear him grumble about bloody Americans, but shrug it off and switch the screen back to regular television. About half way through the episode I smell something burning. "ARTHUR! The scones are burning!" I shout at him. I jump up and run into the kitchen. I quickly shut off the oven, grab some oven mitts, and pull the scones out.

They look like hardened pieces of coal when I pull them out. There is black smoke coming from the oven as well. I sigh and look over at Arthur. He has a flustered look on his face as he looks at the tile floor. "Sorry, love, I guess I lost track of the time," he mutters.

"It's ok Arthur, just be more careful next time. They look pretty burnt, but I'm sure they will taste good," I say. I pick one up and take a tentative bite. The outside is burnt to a crisp, but the inside is cooked perfectly. I perk up and eagerly eat the rest.

"Do you really like it?" Arthur asks surprised. I nod as I grab another one. These things are addicting. I'm about to take a bite when I hear the doorbell ring. "That must be Alfred," Arthur remarks. I nod and head over to the door. I open it up to a tall man with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses, and a piece of hair that won't go down. He starts talking the moment I open the door.

"Hey Arthur, I came to get you and- wait, you're not Arthur. What are you eating? Is that… one of Arthur's scones?! Are you asking for a death wish?!" he screams as he shakes me. I don't know how to react, so I do the first thing that comes to mind. I shove the scone in his mouth.

He falls to the floor, spitting the scone out, and rubbing his tongue against his sleeve. He starts coughing up crumbs and turns red in the face. I shrug and grab the scone he coughed out. I wipe the part that was in his mouth on my shirt and take another bite. He stares up at me in horror. "Dudette, how can you eat those, they're disgusting."

Arthur walks into the hall to see what's happening right as Alfred says this. He gets a dejected look on his face and starts muttering things about his cooking being great. I walk over and hug him. "I think they taste great, in fact I'm going to get another one," I say to Alfred.

Alfred and Arthur walk with me to the kitchen. Alfred is still horrified to look at me eating the scones, but Arthur seems really happy. "Alice, this is one of my three brothers, Alfred. Alfred, this is my childhood friend, Alice," Arthur says, formally introducing us. I hold out my hand and Alfred shakes it warily.

A flying flash of green catches my attention to the side of Alfred's head. Next to Alfred I see Flying Mint Bunny floating around. "Oh, hello Flying Mint Bunny," Arthur and I say at the same time.

Alfred looks next to him, then back with an exasperated sigh. "Great, just what we needed. A girl who can eat Arthur's scones without dying and can see the imaginary friends."


Yay! Someone who can eat Arthur's scones. I have had scones before, and they are pretty good. Look forward to the next chapter. I think I'm going to introduce the FACE family then, but not sure. Thanks for reading.