So I reread my chapters so far AND I AM EXTREAMLY SORRY FOR MY SPELLING MISTAKES! I AM LAZY AND NEVER REREAD THEM OR CORRECTED THEM! I FEEL EXTREAMLY STUPID FOR MY MISTAKES! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I will reread and correct them from now on! ORZ x100
I DON'T OWN HETALIA
Hungary ran. She ran like her life depended on it. She ran so fast Olympic runners would be put to shame. She knew Romania was close on her tail. Hungary rounded a corner and hid behind a trash bin. "Hungary!" Romania ran right past her hiding place. She held her breath until she couldn't hear him anymore. Exhaling, she looked down at her hand. Taking a deep breath, Hungary slowly un-crumpled the letter.
My Dearest Son,
How are you? How have your studies been? Have you been feeding properly? I know how fussy you are, but please eat. Your Uncle Dinte might visit you sometime soon to check on you. Please have patience with him. And clean up a room for him. He might be staying for awhile. And clean your own room. Knowing you it's as dirty as a bat cave. Oh, and feed the bats in the attic! I'm sure you have been. You were always a reliable boy. How I miss you so! I have some bad news though. I've gotten sick again. This might be my last letter. I will be visiting you soon though, so don't be sad. I wonder how much you've grown. I really miss you. Your father is doing well, too. He will be coming when I visit. Please be patient with him too. I know how it's been, but please hold on. I promise I will visit. And please don't be upset when you see me. I know it's been a long time and I have changed, both physically and emotionally. Please, please don't be upset. Seeing you cry would break my ever weakening heart. I know my time left on this planet is short. That is just a warning. But I pray that I will see you once before I leave. Ha, me, such a cursed creature, praying. I don't deserve God's mercy. Sorry, I must be depressing you. I can tell you're frowning. Your emotions were always so predictable. I'm sorry but I must end this letter soon. I grow weak writing this. Oh, my son, my beloved baby boy, I miss you and can't wait to see how you've grow. It brings tears to my eyes as I think of how much of your life I've missed. I bet you're handsome and smart and strong. You'd have to be strong to have survived so long. I really am sorry my son. I love you so much. I love you so much it hurts. Sincerely, Mother
Hungary's hands shook. She shouldn't have read that. That was personal and gave her a million more questions. But the main questions were 'Romania's mom is dying? and 'How long have his parents been gone?' She jumped when the letter was ripped from her hands. Romania stood towering over her crouching form. "A-ah…R-Romania, u-uh I'm really s-sorry! I-I shouldn't have r-read that." Romania just glared. Hungary had never seen him so mad. Romania just turned and walked away. "R-Romania, I-I'm really..." "SHUT UP!" Romania snapped. "R-Romania…" She watched him walk away.
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Hungary felt guilty, guiltier than she had ever felt. She tried visiting him and apologizing but he wouldn't answer his door. She tried approaching him at school but he avoided her. Soon a week passed and she couldn't take it anymore. There Hungary stood outside his house. She was determined to get that door open. Looking at the numerous windows, she wondered if Romania was watching her. Sighing, she worked up her courage and approached the door. Time seemed to stop as she lifted her hand to the door knob. Her breath hitched as the door swung open. Romania stood confused in the doorway, but his confusion slowly turned to anger. He tried to slam the door but Hungary managed to block it. "H-hey! Don't you dare close this!" she hissed. Romania just pushed harder. Hungary pushed with all her might sending Romania tumbling backwards and the door flying open. Hungary huffed and she clenched her fists. Romania sat up rubbing his head. "WHAT THE HELL!" he yelled. "YOU! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU AVOIDING ME!" Hungary knew exactly why he was, but had to ask anyway. "You know damn well why I am" Romania glared getting up to his feet. "Yes, I know! I'm sorry for reading the letter. I shouldn't have! But it sounds like you've got a lot going on and…" "AND WHAT! YOU THINK YOU CAN HELP ME!" Romania laughed "Please, don't even humor me. You of all people! Ha!" "Romania, please…" "What the hell is going on here!" Both teens turned to the door frame. A tall man walked in. His glare fierce and his mouth crooked with sharp canines. "I said, what the hell is going on here" he repeated, his voice gruff. "Nothing, Uncle Dinte, it was just a little dispute. Nothing to worry about." Romania put on a fake smile. "A dispute, eh!" Uncle Dinte looked as if he was trying to smile. "Y-yes Uncle Dinte, but she was just about to leave so…" "Now hold on! As much as I love disputes, I love fixing them more. Now come, Ms. –" "Hungary" She politely smiled. "Ms. Hungary, please come and sit with us. Maybe you can tell me how my nephew is doing."
Romania led them to the kitchen, Dinte stopping to admire the portraits for a moment. They all took seats, Dinte sitting next to Romania and Hungary across from them. "So Romania, how have you been? How many years has it been since I've seen you? 3 maybe? But, I see you are growing nicely! As beautiful as your mother" Dinte smirked as he saw Romania smile. "You've doing well in school, right? You mother sent a huge letter filled with things I should check on. You seem like you're doing well. Have you been feeding properly" Dinte's eyes shifted to Hungary for a second. "O-of course Uncle Dinte" Romania stuttered. "That's good. So who is this fine young lady" he gestured towards Hungary, "And what is the dispute?" Dinte leaned back in his chair. Romania squirmed in his seat. Dinte noted this "Ah~ So you don't want to tell your old Uncle Dinte. Could this be a dispute about love?" Both Hungary and Romania's heads shot up "NO!" Dinte just laughed. "Ah~ young love I remember it so." He continued to laugh. "U-Uncle Dinte, p-please stop. T-This has nothing to do with l-love. S-She's just a friend." Romania pleaded, blushing. "Romania, you've never been particularly fond of finding someone. Why? Every time I ask, you have no one." Dinte crossed his arms. "I'm in high school, Uncle Dinte." Romania seemed to squirm more. "Bid deal. When I was your age I was already married." Dinte scoffed. Hungary squirmed, feeling forgotten. This conversation was getting awkward. She wanted to leave but at the same time stay. Uncle Dinte was quite a character. She just hoped she wasn't brought into the conversation. As if reading her mind, Dinte turned to her. "Tell me, Ms. Hungary, how is my nephew?" Hungary weakly smiled. "U-Uh…R-Romania is good." "How so?" "Um…I don't really know. I mean I don't really know him. I-I mean…um" Hungary stumbled. Dinte looked confused. "I assumed you too were close." "W-well not really." Romania scratched the back of his head nervously. Hungary panicked "W-Well, we kind of talk but not really. And I've known him for awhile. He never really talked to anyone. B-but…" Hungary just kept rambling. Romania sat shaking, hoping she didn't say something she wasn't suppose too. "He doesn't really hang out with people. At least from what I've seen. He might but I don't know. He doesn't hang out with girls or guys from school. But then again I don't know if he wants too. I'm not him. And you know he might not want to hang out with girls. Or guys. He might not like them or something. W-Well I don't really know. He might be GAY, he might not. I don't…." Hungary froze. The whole room was silent. Romania's mouth hung open is shock and his eyes were as big as saucers. Dinte turned to his nephew "A-Are you gay?" The tremble in his voice seemed unnatural and full of fear and rage. "N-no Uncle Dinte, it's not like that!" A sharp slap knocked Romania out of his chair. "You are a disgrace! I-I never…..your mother would be disgusted." Dinte turned and stomped out the door, his heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Romania was still on the floor shocked, holding his swollen cheek. He looked on the verge of tears. Hungary was shocked too. "R-Romania, I-I didn't…" "GET OUT!" Romania yelled, tears threatening to spill. "N-no, R-Romania…" "P-please….j-just g-get out" A stray tear ran down his cheek, followed by a sob. Hungary bowed her head in shame and left. This was all her fault.
Don't you hate when aunts and uncles ask about your love life. I do! And since it was Christmas time, I got asked a million times at the family gathering. MERRY CHRISTMAS! Or whatever holiday you celebrate~
And remember don't assume stuff because it makes an ASS out of U and ME. Get it! ASS U ME
PLEASE REVIEW! (and I'll stop the corny jokes) Also what other Hetalia characters should make an appearance, Greece (and maybe Turkey) will be, so yeah.