We Are 1! (A Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter 35 - Alienist

Chapter 35

You know what was depressing? Sitting across from two snugged-up aliens in the living room as they watched E.T. Out of all the things Tony and Dededededede Be-ich could have picked, they chose E.T!

"You two should get a room." I muttered as I continued to grow sick of Tony and Dededededede Be-ich kissing and holding hands. Tomadachi, who had seated herself on my lap seemed to also be growing increasingly sick of the aliens.

"They can't help it!" Alfred protested from the kitchen bench, "Young love, you know?"

"That's just cheesy." I rolled my eyes, "And anyway, they are aliens. It's disturbing enough just seeing them let alone seeing them make out."

"You're just unromantic, Harley." Alfred shrugged, "And alienist."

"I am not!" I protested, "I just do not exactly feel comfortable sharing a house with aliens let alone aliens who seem to not be able to leave each other alone for a second."

"Dude, they are newlyweds." Alfred explained, "You got to feel sorry for me. I have lived with an alien since July 8th 1947."

"That's harsh." I agreed as I removed Tomadachi/Scruffy of my lap, "But I didn't know they got married? I guess things really do move fast in New York."

"Yep. They sure do." Alfred agreed, "They got married three weeks ago." he explained.

How two aliens could ever lead normal lives let alone get married was just puzzling. Sure, I was curious to know, but I decided it was probably best not to ask.

"Well, congratulations then." I muttered as I glared at the two aliens. They still were too busy looking at each other to notice me even talking to them. It was weird actually, because they had been just staring at each other's eyes for around three minutes now.

"Want to order pizza?" Alfred asked me as he started the blender up to make his fifth banana milkshake this evening.

Remembering the pile of pizza that got ordered last time I was here, I shook my head. If I never saw another pizza again, it would be too soon. I was certain I would break out in hives if I even thought about pizza.

"Want to cook something and actually use your oven?" I replied with a sarcastic question. What was the point of Alfred even owning an oven when all he bought was takeaway to eat? I just did not get these countries, they had lived for so long, they should have had a very good logic, yet more often than not they chose not to display it.

I was not in too good of a mood. I was growing sick of 'The City Which Never Sleeps' despite only spending two nights there and currently being on the third night. The business of it was just really irritating me, and I know people would have killed to have spent a night in New York City, but right now I would have killed to spend a night in a really dull place.

I was actually feeling really stressed out with the mission, which did not help my mood. I was yet to find any information that would be useful for Russia from the countries which meant I was yet to earn the a million dollars I had been guaranteed. Also the 'finale' of the mission, or at least that is what I had called it was making me feel a little sick. I was not an arsonist or a bomb fanatic! I did not want to plant a bomb let alone even carry one, but in three weeks that would be exactly what I was doing, to guarantee me loads of money! Perhaps 10 million if all went to plan.

It was sad, but I was beginning to settle for these countries my being friends. I was all for Ivan/Russia taking over the world but throwing a bomb into the plotting of world domination just did not seem fair. Why not build up strength rather than take away others strength? When was doing stuff for millions to much to do for millions? Was planting a bomb worth 10 million dollars? How many people would plant a bomb for 10 million dollars?