Texting [VER. 3] [Hetalia: Allied Forces x Reader]

Conversation with China (Wang Yao)
Thursday, 7:43 PM

You: Have you gotten the hang of texting yet?
China: I'm trying to type
You: On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best and 1 being the worst at texting I think you're -400
China: You mean. What you doing.
You: Correcting your grammar. It's supposed to be "You're mean. What ARE you doing?"
China: Shit up
You: O_o What?
China: I mean shut up
You: I think you deserve an F- in language and social skills
China: Impossible. Asian people never get F
You: Well congrats; you just broke a new world record
China:
You: I think you meant
China: Oh.
China:
You: There you go. You get a D- for your efforts
China:

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Conversation with France (Francis Bonnefoy)
Friday, 8:09 AM

You: I'm so bored I'm resorting to texting you to free myself of my boredom
France: Tee hee.
You: You never say tee hee! O_O You say "ohonhonhonhon"!
France: It's too much work for my beautiful fingers, oui?
You: …
France: Ouuuui?
You: Anyways, whatchu doing in your class
France: Painting beautiful young girls like the one girl I'm texing now, [Name].
You: What?!
France: What? What, nothing is the answer.
You: *confused*
France: ohon. Hon. Hon.
You: There's the France I know.

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Conversation with England (England Kirkland)
Saturday, 10:15 PM
You: Yo, what's up, home dog?!
England: …what in Elizabeth's name are you talking about, [Name]?
You: Oh, I remember now. Alfred told me you're an idiot. Well, home dog means "friend, accomplice."
England: You Americans are the most outrageous twats.
You: …you want me to dub you Sir Wanker or what?
England: That's a brilliant name.
You: Alright then. I dub you, Sir Wanker of Wales.
England: !! That was bloody sarcasm, twat!
You: Sir Wanker, I could not tell! My sincerest apologies!  that's sarcasm
England: efdkjgljkrtgltjrjlkh
You: I love you too. Now I'm going to turn off my phone.
England: Wait! But I love you too!
England: [Name]?
England: Hello?
England: I'm sorry, [Name]!
England: …
England: …hello?
England: I just learned the meaning of a sad face while I'm "texting," or whatever you call it in America.
England:

Conversation with America (Alfred F. Jones)
Sunday, 10:33 AM

You: Hey, I thought you told me to meet you at the movie theaters. I've waited for like 30 minutes, where are you?!
America: Oh sh!t, that's today?!
You: @_@ AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.
America: So-rry. I'm uh, somewhere else.
You: Um, I'm going to call you now.

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"Hello? Alfred?!"

"Umm…"

You could totally hear a drunk Prussia and England screaming and hooting in the background.

"Yeah, I'm sorta… upheld right now by these two weirdos, [Name]. Can I uh, call you back later or something?"

"No! What—!"

You screamed at your cell phone as you heard him hang up his phone.