Yes another Hetalia fic for everyone. Hetalia's too addicting but I love it either way. Ok, so I was reading some character Bios for Hetalia and found Sealands name was Peter and have an inside jokes with one of my friend with a Dane Cook joke. Imedatily after reading Sealand's bio this idea wouldn't leave my stupid head. So I had to do the whole Dane Cook Delete game thing.
I own nothing at all, not even really the storyline
Boredom was holding him so nicely, he wasn't sure if it had eaten him or what. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't, he was a trapped, caged waiting bird. Where was Arthur anyway? He usually wasn't one to be late. Usually. However today he was, and Alfred didn't know why, and he was bored.
He was waiting in the park, it was a nice day, a productive one, and he should do something other then waiting. He felt like ramming his head into tree, that's how bored he was, pain actually sounded fun. He shook his head, his blonde hair swishing in the air. He needed something to entertain himself, just for a little while; Arthur couldn't be that much longer…could he?
Alfred fished out his phone from the depths of one of his pockets. He flipped open his phone and his blue eyes watched the screen as his thumb moved about the buttons. He really didn't feel like playing a game, or listen to music, no, that might take too long and too much attention, Arthur might get mad from some reason or another. He went to his phone book, he kind of found it strange, but figured he might as well go through some of the numbers.
He had numbers, some he didn't call, or didn't really need to call. He wondered why he had them, it was just a simple wonder, if he didn't need them or use them why have them. And then it started….the delete game. Alfred had never thought about it, or really actually played it, in sense of the use of words. He had however heard of it, recently too, but he didn't remember where.
He was in his world of deleting; no one was going to stop him. He was well aware of what was going on around him; Arthur still was there, so it didn't matter. Then he came across one number that made him stop. It not that he had froze for sentimental reason, no it was more like 'why in the world do I have his number'. Alfred had a feeling it had been placed in his phone by the very person, most likely after he had offered things for sale.
Peter Kirkland was what the name read. Alfred knew who he was, Arthurs little brother, who apparently is being slightly more of a pain then Alfred was, slightly. Peter was a small boy, and the smallest nation as well, Sealand, but he had far bigger dreams. Alfred didn't see why Peter was like that, he didn't have much to work with like Alfred had, but whatever.
Alfred didn't really need the number; much less want it, so he deleted it without much second thought. He looked around, spotting Arthur in the distance, and a 'finally' washed over him. He through his phone back into the depths of his pocket, and went to go greet the older nation.
Peter wasn't doing much, simply eating with Tino and Berwald, other then that it was nothing much. Berwald was his usual silent self, and Tino seemed to be as bubbly and innocent looking as always. They where content eating, chatting as well. And then…
Poof.
Air filled the space of where Peter had once been, and the fork was clanking and drawing attention. Tino and Berwald glanced over from their current confersation, actually Tino was facing both of them.
"PETER!" Tino yelled, and Berwald had a somewhat similar reaction, it was just scarier coming from him.
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