Drabble Post - Walking Closets (Hetalia)
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kristenskAnd, this is the last drabble I currently have on England's magic house. Just realizing now that I've been really inconsistent with the names. Here, I refer to America and Canada strictly by their human names of Alfred and Matthew/Matthieu. (Personally, I prefer the human names. It seems weirdly impersonal otherwise.)
Walking Closets
Alfred woke up to find Matt’s clothes in his closet instead of his own. Again.
It happened every time he stayed over at the old man’s. Well, not getting Matt’s clothes specifically. Sometimes, he got Dad’s clothes. Sometimes, it was whoever else was staying over’s clothes. And, one time, the closet was full of tools from the garden shed.
Honestly, Matt’s clothes were easiest to deal with. They wore the same sizes, and Matt owned a few things without a maple leaf.
The really annoying part was that he couldn’t figure out who was pulling the prank. Dad seemed like the obvious culprit. The only one always involved, the common denominator and all that. But, it wasn’t his style. Plus, he’d been really annoyed by the garden tool thing, complaining about mud tracked through the kitchen. But then, the old man didn’t turn around and blame him or Matt and didn’t even make some polite-but-not British snark about the suspect. So, it probably wasn’t one of the uncles either. (Dad didn’t even bother with the polite part when they were involved.)
Maybe it was a neighbor and Dad was covering for them? Alfred hadn’t seen it much with his old man, but most personifications had a soft spot for their people.
Although… the first time it happened, Dad said something about the walking closets moving again. But, his accent probably just made “walk-in” sound like “walking”.
…Though it was kinda like the closets got up and walked around at night.
But, that was crazy. Even for Dad’s (probably haunted) old place with all its creaks and wails and lamps that blinked out at 11:00pm without a timer in sight.
Probably.
You know, maybe he and Matt could get bunk beds for Dad’s. Just to make the clothes thing more convenient.
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Notes: This was inspired by a real estate listing Sage showed me that did, indeed, list "walking closets" as a feature in a home. Also, no, I don't think a British accent makes "walk-in" sound like "walking", but Alfred is, well, Alfred and also, as usual, refusing to openly acknowledge anything magical.
Walking Closets
Alfred woke up to find Matt’s clothes in his closet instead of his own. Again.
It happened every time he stayed over at the old man’s. Well, not getting Matt’s clothes specifically. Sometimes, he got Dad’s clothes. Sometimes, it was whoever else was staying over’s clothes. And, one time, the closet was full of tools from the garden shed.
Honestly, Matt’s clothes were easiest to deal with. They wore the same sizes, and Matt owned a few things without a maple leaf.
The really annoying part was that he couldn’t figure out who was pulling the prank. Dad seemed like the obvious culprit. The only one always involved, the common denominator and all that. But, it wasn’t his style. Plus, he’d been really annoyed by the garden tool thing, complaining about mud tracked through the kitchen. But then, the old man didn’t turn around and blame him or Matt and didn’t even make some polite-but-not British snark about the suspect. So, it probably wasn’t one of the uncles either. (Dad didn’t even bother with the polite part when they were involved.)
Maybe it was a neighbor and Dad was covering for them? Alfred hadn’t seen it much with his old man, but most personifications had a soft spot for their people.
Although… the first time it happened, Dad said something about the walking closets moving again. But, his accent probably just made “walk-in” sound like “walking”.
…Though it was kinda like the closets got up and walked around at night.
But, that was crazy. Even for Dad’s (probably haunted) old place with all its creaks and wails and lamps that blinked out at 11:00pm without a timer in sight.
Probably.
You know, maybe he and Matt could get bunk beds for Dad’s. Just to make the clothes thing more convenient.
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Notes: This was inspired by a real estate listing Sage showed me that did, indeed, list "walking closets" as a feature in a home. Also, no, I don't think a British accent makes "walk-in" sound like "walking", but Alfred is, well, Alfred and also, as usual, refusing to openly acknowledge anything magical.
