//Thus this chapter is the first of however many are to come that has a little bit of rude language, but it IS based off of Hetalia. Come on...//

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"The cursed object had rung until I, (Full Name) ceased it with its own wretched doings..." Moments of silenced passed until I realised what I had just said aloud. "Pshhh I need a life." Getting up once again for another day around 10:00, which is my no (job/school) scheduled awakening although sometimes much later than that.

Waiting for 1:00p.m. To come along I decided to have a "light" snack. consisting of leftover take out food from (restaurant name) and a glass of (drink name).

I wasn't about to wait to eat something like those charcoal buns, also known as scones, at the tea house.

When 1:00p.m. came around, I was sat outside of the tea house on a semi-clean wooden bench with a metal railing while chewing on (gum flavour) flavoured gum.

I was obviously waiting on the friend who sets a time and date to 'hang out', as I've heard some loud mouthed idiot on the side of the rode call it, and is late to their own accord.

At about 1:10p.m. I was getting very flustered at the thought of my friend and was about to cancel what (friend's name) arranged for us to do, until she arrived. Finally she came but, 10 minutes late is not acceptable without a short lecture from I myself.

"(Friends name), I hope you know that you are exactly ten minu-" I was then cut off by her grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside the tea house. I had then just decided to not lecture her about it, well at least for the time being.

In the tea house me and (friends name) sat at the same spot as we did last time. From the spot you could see Arthur, he was sat at the same spot as last time as well.

"He must have good view of some of the landscape from that spot." I thought to myself as I stared at the window next to Arthur. Getting into a trance by staring at the window, I noticed another person from the corner of my eye sitting at the same table as Arthur.

The person, by the looks of it, was a young teenage boy. He wore short blond hair on his head, along with an oddly placed strand of curled hair sticking out from the rest. The male had gorgeous violet eyes plastered on his face along with a look of pure innocence.

While spacing off I failed to realize that my friend and I had cups of tea, which were elegantly designed with silver edging and were placed on matching saucers, in front of us. When I looked over at my friend's face, I saw a devious smirk laid across her face. Opening her mouth she was about to say something until someone interrupted her. A loud person walked into the building and was shouting things like a 'Hamburger Street', this is supposed to be a calm place without such noises.

Finding the culprit was easy.

Out of the two people who had just walked in, it had to be the one with the odd cowlick in his hair and a pair of headphones which were coloured red, white, and blue. The other one seemed like one of those people on the television in movies that took place in France, I sincerely doubt the lover boy looking one was being loud and obnoxious. After finally deciding to ignore the person, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds until I felt someone holding my hand, and then I jolted my (eye colour) eyes open. I found (friend's name)'s/' hand and my own to be held be Mr. Lover boy himself.

"Bonjour, belles demoiselles,(1.) is everything to your liking this evening because I did just show up."

(Friend's name) was just sitting there a blushing mess while I, (your name), was growing angry. Him being flirtatious didn't bother me much at all but between my friend being late and an idiot disturbing the nice and calm atmosphere in the building, and now some stranger is holding my hand I wanted to blow my anger out. Even though I was angry I changed to a more subtle attitude and ignored my anger.

"Excuse me but I'd rather you not hold my hand. You see me and my friend were about to discuss something so if you'd be a gentleman and please excuse yourself from us." I said with an overly kind smile. The man widened his stunning blue eyes and quickly let go of both my friend's and my own hand then backed up a few feet. He then regained his posture, cleared his throat, then begun to speak.

"Well then I'm sorry to have bothered you both but..." He paused for a moment then he got a little closer. "When you're ready for me I'm ready for you." After being done with his words he walked off but not before blowing a kiss to both of us. He then walked to the table with Arthur and the other person.

Arthur, noticing the lover boy walking towards him, let out an aggravated sigh closing his eyes then slowly lifted the tea cup to take quick sip of his tea.

"So... Bloody frog I didn't invite you hear why come..." Arthur then set the cup down and stood up very abruptly. He then quickly grabbed ahold of the collar of Mr. Lover boy and carried a very pissed off expression all over his face. "Did you come just to piss me off! You even brought that annoying idiot with you."

"Aww so you knew I was here..." The loud idiot from a few minutes ago said disappointingly followed by a very loud sigh.

'Who wouldn't know he was here.'

"Of course I would know I could probably here you a few kilometers away!" Arthur then angrily let go of the lover boy's collar and left the building in complete rage while also being followed by the lover boy frolicking behind him and the loud idiot obnoxiously laughing while walking behind with his hands in his pockets.

After the scene was over I had a confused look while scratching my head, just hoping that would somehow allow me to process the whole situation that just occurred. Glancing back at the table Arthur sat at, both (friend's name) and I noticed that someone was still seated at the table. It was the boy with the odd hair curl.

Taking action (friend's name) went over towards him then slammed her hand down on the table which startled the boy.

"So Arthur just up and left yah, eh?! That's quit rude." Even being startled and shaken the boy responded, but with a very quiet voice.

"It happens all the time, so I'm used to it." The boy got up then started to walk towards the exit, (friend's name) decided to bother him again.

"So do you know where the butthole of an idiot Arthur lives?"

"Y-yes I am staying at his house for a little while."
The boy spoke again with such a quiet voice and was barely audible, although it was kind of cute how shy he was.

"Haha then lead the way so (your name) and I can tell him a thing or two."

Sighing I placed a gentle hand upon one of his shoulders shaking me head.

"She will not give up until she accomplishes what she wants to. If you don't direct her to Arthur's house I'm afraid she would even go to such great lengths as to stalk you until she finds him, which I admire her for all of her ambitions. In the mean time let's get to know each other just a little more, okay? My name is (your full name), may you please enlighten me with your own, shy one."

With a look of shock the boy looked into my (eye/colour) coloured eyes with his oddly coloured, violet looking, blue eyes. He noticed the smile that I had on my face and smiled as well.

"Mathew, Mathew Williams."

Meanwhile at a certain english, somewhat gentleman's house two were arguing with each other while another sat watching in amusement with a glass of the upmost finest wine occasionally brushing against his lips.

"America bloody hell, don't wear that shirt in my house!"

"Dude Iggy calm down it's just a cool American shirt that represents my freedom and my amazing heroic self."

"Gah, you could at least show a little more respect as to when I allow you at my house, and may I remind you that the name is 'The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland' although with your short memory either England or Britain will do."Arthur, better yet known as England complained about America wearing a shirt with, and in big letters, USA #1 on it. Although, after deciding it was fruitless to try to convince the laws of respect to the idiot, he gave up. America or Alfred, the one England was arguing at, pulled out his phone and started playing one of those mindless addictive games. For Francis or France, the one who observed the two, continued drinking his wine.

Minutes of silence went by until something had finally occurred.

"Um Angleterre..." France spoke with a worrisome tone after a terrifying realization of noticing a small Polar bear, one that is actually quite harmless, sitting on one of England's expensive sofas drinking sweet maple syrup straight from the bottle.

"What now bloody frog?!" England responded with much anger at the Frenchmen who's stay at his house was very shocking at the very least.

England as well looked over toward the adorable polar bear, along with America to see why the Englishmen had suddenly went quiet after being spoken by the one that he probably hated the most.

"SHIT! CANADA!"

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Google Translate (Since I don't speak French, or any language besides English.)
(1.) Hello, Beautiful ladies

//Author's Note//
I would like to say I point out your friend as being a female, if you'd like you can have 'her' be a male. If you don't have a friend it can just be a random person, maybe even me if you feel it necessary to be a real person. Also, I know it took a while for this update but I cannot keep a regular update for stories. One more thing I'd like to say is that I do not know much about a tea house, so please do excuse me for my unknowing. Ideas and suggestions are also very much appreciated if you think something may need to happen or be changed. Sorry for the interruption, I just had a need to state those things.