Prussia- Oi I am awesome!
Ludwig- Say your lines!
England- Bloody fucking gits you all are.
Prussia- The awesome Hetaliashadow, who is not as awesome as me, does not own Hetalia.
Chapter 5
Toris spent the next few hours scouring the suits of armor in the armory. His had escaped the pink crazed Poland, thankfully. Upstairs Poland was preparing for the party by setting up tables and chairs. He hoped Prussia would get his other papers out in time.
Meanwhile Gilbert was sort of doing his job. He got on his motorcycle and went to Alfred's house, which he found empty. He knew where Alfred would be so he went over to England's house. Where he saw things we would like to un-see. So he left the two envelopes at the door and considered stopping at a store for bleach so he could bleach his mind of what he just saw.
Inside of Arthur's house some interesting things were going on.
"Iggy you like Poland more than me!" Alfred tried to pout, but that was hard when a very sexy Iggy was breathing against your neck.
"Yes? Do I Al?" England said running his right hand across Alfred's jaws
Alfred shivered and tried to coherently make a sentence
"Ig-gy s-stop please."
"Hm, no I won't. Tell me, how do I like Poland more?" Arthur said stepping even closer to Alfred.
"I-I can't. I-Iggy stop pl-please." Alfred said trembling
Arthur responded with a harsh shove and Alfred fell onto the couch. England pounced on him and began showing him just who he liked more.
Back a Poland's place similar things were happening. Liet had just finished cleaning and wearily stumbled up the stairs. Poland, who had finished his work, was waiting for Toris.
When Toris stumbled over to the couch, Feliks came out of nowhere and pounced on the couched. A startled Toris yelped but Poland's face suddenly became very close to his.
"Hi Toris." Feliks whispered running his hands over Toris
"H-hello. Feliks what are you doing?" Toris asked pleased very much
"Showing you like seriously how much I love you, even if you like totally chuck knives at my personal mail boy." Feliks replied
Toris smiled and Feliks began kissing him. Toris kissed back and pulled Feliks onto the couch.
They kept kissing while battling for dominance which Feliks won and he shoved Toris on his back. They continued on, progressing into M rated fan fic material.
In other places, Francis was in the hospital due to severe rose thorn wounds.
Spain had dug out his bull fighting outfit and laid it out where he would remember it.
"Roma you should go as a tomato! You like tomatoes, I like tomatoes, and it would be so cute!" Antonio said
"Fine, only if you don't dance with anyone else but me." Romano pouted and demanded
"Aw is my little tomato jealous?" Antonio cooed
Romano blushed and went out to check the mail which had two envelopes. He brought them inside. One was addressed to him, the other to Spain.
He opened his and read it. It was from Poland and he wanted Romano to bring tomatoes.
"Poland wants me to make churros! Yea I love making churros! Lovi let's go make some churros right now!" A very happy Antonio yelled
Romano was dragged into the kitchen and together they made some churros for Poland's party. Which Romano enjoyed greatly, but wouldn't ever admit it.
Prussia was now pretty tired and looking forward to a beer and reading his letter from Poland.
Upon arriving home he parked his motorcycle and banged the door open just to tick off West.
"Oi West! Feli! Come here I have mail for you!" Prussia yelled, not taking his shoes off and stomping over to the fridge for a beer.
Feli came running down the stairs… with nearly no clothing on.
A disgruntled and messy clothed Ludwig followed.
"B-bruder you weren't supposed to be home so soon!" Ludwig yelled
"Oh were you headed somewhere with little Italy?" Gilbert taunted
"Nein!" a bright red faced Ludwig yelled grabbing his envelope
Italy ve'd and read his letter which he screamed for joy at when he read Poland wanted him to make pasta. A lot of pasta.
Ludwig read his and suppressed a grin. Poland wanted him to bake. And he, to no end loved baking as long as it didn't involve mess. Gilbert's was to bring beer, vodka, and rum and Gil added the line "awesome self."
Francis in the hospital was given his, which asked for him to not show up.
Back at Poland's house he and Liet had stopped doing… stuff.
While Toris went to make diner Feliks went to call Gilbert and make sure he delivered the mail.
"Oi of course I did Feliks! I'm awesome!"
"Ok sure you are." Poland laughed, how stupid could he be?
Unknowing to both Toris was listening in.
He tackled Poland, not jealous at all that Feliks had laughed and it wasn't him that made him to it. No, not at all.
Toris yelled into the phone "GILBERT YOU FUCKER I WILL CUT YOU IN HALF! FELIKS IS MINE AND NOT YOURS! GO DIE IF YOU TRY AND TAKE FELIKS I WILL CHOP YOU SLOWLY TO BITS, SLOW ROAST YOU, AND FEED YOU TO YOUR DAMN BIRD!"
Feliks couldn't resist bursting out in laughter and hugged Toris. Feliks hung up the phone before Toris said anything else.
"Geez Toris like seriously relax! Did Prussia like piss in your Cheerios or what?"
"No, I just don't like him. He's a jerk." Toris replied happy Feliks was hugging him.
Feliks laughed and pulled Toris to the table to eat.
If Toris could refrain from murdering Gilbert at the party, then it would be epic. If not, well Germany may be a tad bit mad.
He tapped out a text to Gilbert
Toris like totally hates you, if you care to live come to the party very well disguised and stay away from him!
Prussia responded Keseesee my costume is amazing he won't know it's me.
Feliks erased the messages and enjoyed his diner with Liet. Only two more days to his awesome party.
Poland- Like my party will be amazing
Romano- Spain's ass…
Spain- What did you say Lovi?
Romano- NOTHING! if you review uh I'll uh not set the mafia on you!
Feli- Fratello that's mean! If you review I'll give you pasta!