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Iceland X Yoh: Two Weeks! (Drabble)
The usual calm in the Nordics household was suddenly disturbed by a shrill cry, followed by frustrated sobbing when the front door was slammed open; and it wasn't Denmark this time.
"Two weeks!! This is a new record! Why must I be cursed?! Technology why do you hate me?!"
The sound reached Iceland's room and the young Icelander sighed. It was always something. He wasn't sure yet, but he had a pretty good idea of what had happened. It seemed he would have to call Hong Kong again later.
His door was flung open and before he could react he was attacked by a crying Yoh who was crying tears of frustration. Once again her headphones had been broken, but she had only had them for two weeks and they were already ready for the headset graveyard.
She cried onto Iceland's shoulder in frustration. It really felt like she was cursed. How many headsets would it take before her family believed her?
"What happened now, Yoh?"
"My brand new headset broke!! I've only had it for two weeks!!"
Iceland sighed. He knew it. "You need to be more careful, Yoh."
"I was!! I was just sitting at a bench and the cord got snagged just a little without my notice and snapped when I stood up, which wasn't that violently either I might add!! Benches are my new nemesis!"
Iceland deadpanned at her as she had a habit of being a tad bit violent.
"It's true!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"... That was your third Koss headset this year, Yoh..."
"They were old! These were brand new!!"
"And which headset was that in the order?" He raised a brow at her.
"Uhm..." Yoh sweat dropped and counted in her head. "... Number 12 to 15 within the span of the last 6-7 years?"
Iceland shook his head and sighed. "You need to be more careful. Soon Hong Kong won't supply you with any more headsets."
"It's not my fault I'm cursed!"
~*~*~*~*
In the basement of a certain Brit's house, the wicked laughter of a young man echoed against the cold stone walls that surrounded a faintly green glowing circle.
"That'll teach that girl to make fun of my cooking!"
"Two weeks!! This is a new record! Why must I be cursed?! Technology why do you hate me?!"
The sound reached Iceland's room and the young Icelander sighed. It was always something. He wasn't sure yet, but he had a pretty good idea of what had happened. It seemed he would have to call Hong Kong again later.
His door was flung open and before he could react he was attacked by a crying Yoh who was crying tears of frustration. Once again her headphones had been broken, but she had only had them for two weeks and they were already ready for the headset graveyard.
She cried onto Iceland's shoulder in frustration. It really felt like she was cursed. How many headsets would it take before her family believed her?
"What happened now, Yoh?"
"My brand new headset broke!! I've only had it for two weeks!!"
Iceland sighed. He knew it. "You need to be more careful, Yoh."
"I was!! I was just sitting at a bench and the cord got snagged just a little without my notice and snapped when I stood up, which wasn't that violently either I might add!! Benches are my new nemesis!"
Iceland deadpanned at her as she had a habit of being a tad bit violent.
"It's true!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"... That was your third Koss headset this year, Yoh..."
"They were old! These were brand new!!"
"And which headset was that in the order?" He raised a brow at her.
"Uhm..." Yoh sweat dropped and counted in her head. "... Number 12 to 15 within the span of the last 6-7 years?"
Iceland shook his head and sighed. "You need to be more careful. Soon Hong Kong won't supply you with any more headsets."
"It's not my fault I'm cursed!"
~*~*~*~*
In the basement of a certain Brit's house, the wicked laughter of a young man echoed against the cold stone walls that surrounded a faintly green glowing circle.
"That'll teach that girl to make fun of my cooking!"
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This is what happened to me right before I got on the first train back home. I had sat down on a bench, my headset got snagged and when I rose up to stand the cord ripped... And I was not kidding about how many headsets that I've broken... Sadly enough... =_=
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia
I don't own Koss
but I own this story.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia
I don't own Koss
but I own this story.