WARNING: Inside jokes, F-bombs, and cracktastic adventures along with Kadi~
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"But but but but but but but but but but but but but-!" I babbled. "But but I don't wannaaa!"
Canada sigehd exasperately. "You need to take something for this, Melina. I don't care if you don't wanna."
"I don't wannaaa!" I whined into my pillow.
"What's wrong with her?" Ko asked.
"It's the beginning of the month, remember? That means violent mood swings," Canada explained.
"Fuck yes, I am awesome!" I yelled, my fists in the air as I raced out of the room. Canada grabbed the collar of my nightshirt and hauled me back into our dorm.
"You aren't dressed yet, you can't go outside until you're Malcolm again," he said with almost strained patience.
"Malcolm feels like streaking today," I said with a finger lightly tapping my chin. "Ee-yup. He feels like streaking."
"Wh-What?" Canada exclaimed. "Melina, no! No streaking!" He was blushing heavily, probably because of images he was picturing in his mind. Yup, he is definitely France's kid/brother/kid brother.
"But whyyy?" I asked curiously. "It sounds fun!"
"Not for everyone else," he replied.
I pouted. "Are you calling me ugly?"
"No, I'm no-"
"Yes, you are." I crossed my arms and turned away from him.
"Melina, the last thing you are is ugly. Now come on, we're going to be late for breakfast, eh!"
I sighed. "Fine."
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"I can't believe... all the colors!" I said with a voice steeped in awe as I laid on the floor with my legs on the bed and my butt right up against the side of my bed. I stared up at the ceiling with a most likely high expression.
America laughed. "Dude, you got it bad this month, don'tcha?"
"Got what bad?" I asked slowly.
"Do I really need to explain?"
"Can I be in... the video game?" I asked him, imitating a voice from a character in a series Kadi had shown me.
"Huh?"
"Heck yes!" Kadi cheered as she stood over me with a bright grin. "You can do his voice? Can you do anyone else?"
"Hell yes, I am the sexy Marik and I must show everyone by streaking!" I said in Marik Ishtar's voice.
"No!" Canada yelled. "I said no streaking!"
"But you're not gonna take my Pharaoh's Throne~!" I replied with a giggle. There was a pause before America shook his head and Canada rolled his eyes before returning them to his book.
Kadi was beside herself with laughter. "Yes yes yes! Marik, that doesn't rhyme!"
"Shut up, I'm Lady Gaga!" I retorted in Marik's voice.
"I have taught you well, young Padawan."
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"Wheeee~!" I yelled, running down the hall with my hands above my head. Multiple countries peeked their heads out of their dorm rooms in curiosity and annoyance.
"Um, mon ami, what is zhe matter with you?" France asked, and I stopped to glomp him.
"Nothing at all!" I replied, letting him go. "I feel like eating pasta now!"
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What is... "Home?" (Hetalia Fanfic, W.A. '13 Finalist)
FanfictionHi, I'm Melina Andrews. Or at least, that's who I thought I was until recent events. I was living with my "dad" until I ran away because he was an abusive drunkard and a bastard, but I'd never gotten the courage to actually leave until I was around...
