Chapter Twenty Three: One of the GuysAfter going home that night, I was very tired. The minute I reached my room upstairs I fell onto my bed and fell asleep.The next morning waking up was not fun. I didn't drink too much, but I suppose it was enough to make my head hurt a bit. "Ugh, no more drinking for a while..."I got up and took a shower, and then came back to my room to get dressed. When I came back, I noticed the phone message light was blinking. "Oh, I wonder who called?" I walked over and hit the play back button, and heard Roderich's voice."Hey Eliz, where are you? Anyways, I'm coming home tomorrow around three. I can't wait to see you honey. Love you.""Aww, how
Hey~ Macarena! "Spain! Dammit, where are you?" Romano had come over to Spain's house to take some tomatoes off of him, and because he was bored. "Spain you bastardo, are you home?" No reply. Romano headed up stairs and looked around. Since this is the house he grew up in, he knew where everything was. "Not here either. Dammit." Romano slammed the bedroom door and headed back downstairs. Just before he opened the front door to leave, he heard something in the backyard. "What the hell is that?" Romano had nothing really better to do, so he walked over to the back door and looked out. "What the...?" Slowly opening the d
Hetalia - Wipeout: BEHIND THE SCENES - Part 2Everyone was in the preparation room resting up for next round. Of course, America wasn't going to be telling them anything, so they had to expect the unexpected, which would be difficult since this was America's game.~~~With the Nordics~~~Norway wasn't fazed at all by the fact he wouldn't be going into next round, but it sure hit home with Denmark."Don't worry Nor, you did your best, right? You did do your best right?""What does it matter to you? Of course I did my best.""Well then your best wasn't good enough! Come on bro, even Icy could have jumped that!"Norway shot an annoyed glare at the Dane and sighed. "I did jump you know,
May an Angel hold you in its Wing "Why didn't you tell me sooner!?" shouted the crazed American. "C-Calm down Alfred!" Francis said, getting dizzy from how Alfred was shaking his shoulders. Alfred let go of Francis and ran out the door of the classroom. "Wait! Where are you going?" Francis called out. "School isn't over yet!" From down the hall, Alfred yelled, "I have to be there for him!" The classroom went quiet with now only the French kid left. He stared at where Alfred was standing before he left, and then began to thin
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