So I've just realized that I need to start taking looooooong car rides more often. Like, once a week or every other week or something. Because those are the only times I'm able to type. Or concentrate long enough to get the story down. I love Wicked. And by the way, I don't own Hetalia, which is really sad, but if you were really thinking it makes sense, because what's the point of writing fanfiction if you own the actual anime? So typing this seems a little unnecessary. But I guess I'm supposed to or something. Whatever. PIANOS! I am right now learning why one does not simply eat with earbuds in. You just don't. It doesn't work.
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Antonio and Lovino raced up to the house, panting heavily.
"Well Lovi, let's just hope amigo Francis is home. He knows plenty about relationships, no?"
"Cheh, yes, whatever. Just ring the fucking doorbell."
Antonio nodded, and did just that. Within seconds, the door opened.
"Ah! Antonio! And Lovino! What brings you two around here? Wait, non, don't tell me, come in!"
The couple walked in, hung up their coats, and followed the Frenchman into the kitchen, where a familiar voice greeted them.
"Kesesesese! Toni! And little Lovi too! I'm sure you missed the awesome me, so you're quite lucky I just happened to be here when you unexpectedly showed up! What brings you here, anyways? I bet it's something excitingly awesome, just like me! Kesesesesese!"
The person at the table was, of course, Gilbert, who immediately leaped up to high-five Antonio. Antonio didn't return the gesture, and Gil slowly lowered his hand.
"You are wrong, amigo. Things are not as funny as you think. And we- you in particular- have a serious problem on our hands." Antonio's tone sobered Gilbert up immediately, and he sank back into his chair.
"Me? Just what've you dragged… me…into? I hope this doesn't have anything to do with that- that slightly illegal thing… with the tomatoes… and the… angry mob…" Gilbert trailed off, then looked at Antonio for confirmation. Antonio shook his head and collapsed into another chair.
"It specifically concerns your brother…"
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Feli and Matthew strolled down a park path, listening to the birdsong and enjoying the weather. Catching his infectious personality, people laughed with Feliciano every time Kumajirou bowled them over, after which they nodded to him and went about their day. That inclined Feli to notice something intriguing.
"So Matthew, ve, I was wondering, why exactly do you have a polar bear? And why do people sometimes not see you? I mean, it's not like you're invisible or anything." Matthew chuckled nervously and assured Feli that it was a long story, which he would explain at some other time, preferably someplace more private. Feli nodded, giggled, and made a mental note to corner Matthew eventually.
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Germany paced the living room furiously. Where in the world was that stupid brother of his? He was supposed to be home hours ago! His potatoes were stone cold! Why, if he didn't get home soon, Germany would let someone else live in his basement!
A rumbling alerted him that his idiot sibling was home. Hopefully he liked cold potatoes…
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Gilbert gulped. How in the world was he supposed to tell his brother?
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OMG sorry guys I totally didn't mean for this to take so long! I totally tried to get this done but I was only able to do, like, 2 sentences at a time! I'll try to update faster next time!
Greenland out.