You and the stranger both like hetalia.
Stranger: Italy coughed and sputtered as he exited the cloud that'd risen around him. He had gone to England's house to find a new pasta recipe to try, when he tripped and crashed into a rack of potions in the blonde's kitchen. Now, feeling strangely fine, he stood in the doorway as he tried to wipe an unknown liquid off of his skin, his tongue still stinging from the magic in the air. Freezing his motions, the brunette looked to the front door, where someone was turning the doorknob to come in. "Dio..." ((Italy X Anyone - And the effects of the potion he landed in are up to you!))
You: (This is a travesty. Who the fuck goes to England's house for instructions on things you'd put in your mouth? That's like going to a landfill for a new couch)