If I didn't own Hetalia yesterday, would I own it today? (yes) Shut up, Karen.
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Okay, so living with this man for three hours is terrible, let alone forever.
I groaned as I started dusting the top shelf of the large bookshelf.
"Hey, Ashley, I want a drink," Prussia said from the door-frame.
I groaned inwardly as I got down from my ladder, "Yes, sir. What would you like, sir?"
"I don't know. Beer?" he shrugged his shoulders.
I grumbled under my breath before smiling at him.
"Yes, sir. I'll go get you some, sir," I smiled falsely, clenching my fists.
" 'Kay," he said, walking out of the door-frame.
I held my fist up when he left. Just.....so......easy..... I sighed and walked out to go to the nearest bar. As soon as I got there, I leaned against the bar.
"One beer to go," I sighed.
"You don't look like a big drinker," the bartender said, wiping off a glass with a towel and looking me up and down.
"One beer. To go," I said again more persistently.
"Fine, fine," he said, holding his hands up in defense and walking to get it.
I rolled my eyes and waited for him to get the glass. Soon, I walked into the door to Prussia's house.
"Prussia, I've got your- What are you doing?"
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Oh, cliffhanger! Let's just let your perverted minds sink it in, but I'll try not to make it perverted. Key word: try. Haha, well, hope you liked it. Rate, Vote, Like, Comment, Suggest, Add To Library, Whatever.
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cstaron ♥
