My first Hetalia fanfic! It’s my latest anime obsession, so of course I have to write a fanfiction about it. I really love Italy, Japan, and England, too, but I think I’d rather have them as brothers compared to America. America, always! Anyways, in this fanfic, all the countries (except for maybe Austria or Hungary, you know, people like that) are slightly younger than they are in Axis Powers. I don’t mean age as in how long the countries have been around, per se, but physically they look slightly younger. Please enjoy!
P.S. I feel much more comfortable writing this with the country’s country name instead of their human name… Maybe I’ll change it in the future. I’m not good at typing accents either, so please bear with me. ^^’
Second person writing is difficult… @.@
“This world meeting is now in order!”
A teenaged-looking boy with blonde hair and wearing a bomber jacket slammed his hand down on the desk to get everyone’s attention. Bright blue eyes peered excitedly through the lenses of his glasses. You rolled your eyes and twirled a strand of hair around your fingers. America was being his usual, obnoxious self. For some reason, you just...disliked him. And you didn’t even know why. He was just so… America…!!!
“Okay, we will now commence our discussion about global warming,” he continued. He started to shove food into his mouth while he kept talking. “I think - mmph, we - mphh - should build a giant - mmmph - hero and it’ll block all the -mmmpph, global warming-”
“Can you please stop talking with your mouth full?” a blonde boy with an accent sitting at the large table said (You were sure he was Britain). “Don’t you know it’s rude to-”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt the hero’s sentences?!” America yelled, slurping on a soft drink and slamming it back down.
“I think that is an un-rearistic sorution,” another boy said, one with straight black hair and wise, deep black eyes. “I think that would be impossibru.”
“Okay, Russia, what do you think?” America turned someone sitting next to whom you assumed was Japan.
“I think that idea is just awful,” Russia replied with a smile. You could almost feel the dark energy surrounding him and you shuddered. Better stay away from him from now on.
“Can’t we do something actually possible, aru?” A boy sitting next to Japan and wearing his hair in a side ponytail asked, doodling lazily across a piece of paper.
“This is very realistic!” America insisted. “Americans are always realistic!”
You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at this point. “That’s...hilarious…!” you giggled as you gasped for air. “You? Realistic?! Ahahahahahahahaa!!”
Most of the countries gave you a strange look. America tilted his head a bit to the side. “And you are…?”
“I’m ____________,” you replied, leaning back in the chair and putting your feet up on the table. “I’m not a country, but I was asked to this world meeting. Don’t ask. I can do what I want, when I want.”
“Ohonhonhon! What a beautiful little flower!” A boy whom you assumed was France immediately appeared beside you, presenting a rose to you and winking up at you. “Perhaps you would like to become one of my territories, hm?”
“Ew, back off!” you shouted, smacking him and rolling your chair back a bit. “Perv! And I already said I wasn’t a country!”
France went off to his chair, sobbing.
“Does anyone else have anything to say about this?” America went on after an awkward pause.
“I think we should-” began the boy sitting next to you.
“Okay, nothing? We got nothing done! This meeting is adjourned!”
The room immediately broke out into chaos. Only you and the boy next to you remained sitting in your seats.
“Who are you?” you asked.
“I’m Canada,” the boy said in a soft and timid voice. You could tell his voice was naturally quiet, because of the way he tried to make himself heard earlier. “None of the other countries notice me often. Nice to meet you, Miss ____________.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” you said, eyeing the tiny white bear that sat in his lap. It waved at you with a small paw.
“I’m Kumajiro,” it said.
“Uh...hi there...?” you replied, not sure how the animal managed to talk.
“Who are you?” It looked up at Canada.
“I’m Canada, your owner!” Canada replied, exasperated.
“If you’re Canada, why do you look like America?” someone interrupted. A boy with brown hair and a curl on the side of his head popped in. “Would you like some pasta~?” he asked you, holding a plate of spaghetti out to you.
“Oh my god, Italy, you can’t just ask people why they look like America!” a furious voice yelled, dragging him back.
“But Germaaannyyyy!” Italy protested.
You felt a tap on your shoulder, preventing you from paying attention to the conversation. You swiveled around and found yourself staring into deep blue eyes. “Hi, Miss ________!” America said, smiling.
“What do you want?” you asked harshly.
He blinked, taken aback. You instantly regretted snapping at him that way. “Sorry…this world meeting is my first and it’s a lot to take in…”
“Uhm, that’s okay,” he said. He dragged a chair over and sat next to you. “So, tell me about yourself, Miss _______.”
“Oh, where do I begin…?”
You enjoyed a nice chat with America, and before you knew it, the room was nearly empty.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you,” you said as you stood up and stretched. You started to walk out then paused as you realized America was following you. “What is it?”
“Uhm...would you like me...to..walk you home, Miss ___________…?” he asked hesitantly. You could see hints of red starting to creep onto his face.
“S-sure…” you replied, surprised. You pushed open the door and water splashed onto the both of you.
“Looks like it’s raining hard out!” America gasped, slamming the door shut. “The weatherman didn’t say anything about this!”
“I didn’t bring an umbrella…” you muttered. “My house isn’t exactly close by.”
“My house is kind of close,” America said. “You can stay over, at least until the storm is over. It looks pretty bad, and it definitely looks like it’s going to get worse.”
“I don’t really think I should-”
“Okay, let’s go!” America announced, yanking the doors open and shoving you in front of him.
“AMERICA!” you screeched.
“Come on! Ahahahahahaha!!” he yelled, running ahead and dragging you after him. Although he seemed in a rush to get home, he purposefully splashed through every large puddle he could find, laughing. Even though you were both soaking wet, you lightened up a bit and played stupid games with him as you two ran through the streets. “Look, we’re here,” America said, leading you up the driveway. As he approached the door, he let go of your arm and flicked through a ring of keys. “Uhm, now which one is it…?”
“Wait up,” you demanded, panting for breath. You tried to take a step up one of the steps when a particularly cruel wave of rainwater splashed in your face, causing you to lose your balance; your foot slipped and you fell forward.
You squeezed your eyes shut and threw your arms forward in an attempt to catch yourself, since it was too dark to actually see anything. You feel into something warm and something wrapped around your arms, preventing you from falling onto the hard concrete. You looked up and in the dim light you saw America’s wide blue eyes staring at you. “Uhm...I got you,” he said. You felt your face heat up and you looked off to the side. “Yeah, sure, just open the door already,” you mumbled.
He unsteadily unlocked the door with one hand and then lead you into the living room where he sat you down on the couch. He hung his soaking wet jacket on a nearby hook then retreated to another room. He came back a few moments later and dropped a towel on your head. “H-here…”
You two sat in awkward silence, drying yourselves off.
“I’ll go get some food,” America said suddenly, standing up. He departed for the kitchen, leaving you alone in the silence. You stared after him, then sighed. Why did what happened earlier have to happen? You had just gotten a real friend for once - or, at least, the beginnings of one - and you had screwed it up.
“Here.” America returned and set down a bowl of soup for you. A familiar scent filled the room.
“Miso? That’s my favourite, how did you know?!” you gasped.
“Japan taught me a few days ago, so I decided to give it a try,” America said with a small laugh and shrugged. “I’m surprised I remembered, honestly.”
All feelings of doubt you had before we gone as you quickly devoured that lovely, delicious soup. “Mmmm, so good!” you exclaimed as you finished it.
“I’m glad you like it!” America said with a small smile.
You sighed as you set the bowl down. “Thanks for keeping me over…” you said slowly. “You barely know me and all, and-”
“Yeah, it’s no problem,” America replied. “It’s been fun being able to talk to you...say, want to play some video games? I’m got a ton of them, so you can pick whatever you want.”
“Sure, sounds fun.”
“All the games are in the room over there,” America said excitedly. “This is gonna be great!”
A few hours later you and America were busy button-mashing.
“No, no, no…!” you cried as America killed you again. “You’re so mean!”
“No, you just suck at this game,” America laughed. “Look, here’s how to do it…” He wrapped his arms around you and showed you the best combos and tips, his warm hands over yours. You stared and felt your cheeks warm up again, but you didn’t say anything.
“And that’s how it’s done,” America said, beaming. “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Cool, I’ve heard this great horror movie just came out let me go get it!” he said, running off to another room and coming back again. Boy, he sure did like to run. This was a lot to handle. He was so strange…
“Eeek! So scary!” America’s screech filled your eardrums, making you wince a little. So much for being the “hero” he always said he was.
“This isn’t scary,” you said, sighing. “And look, I don’t think blood would spurt out of someone’s neck as far as it just did right there if that happened.”
“The dude came out of nowhere!” America protested.
“Really, that wasn’t scary at all.”
After a few more minutes of whining, America finally shut up. You started to lose interest in the movie, and since your phone was running low on battery, you decided not to use it. Your charger was at home, after all, and you were stuck at America’s house for the time being.
Somehow, through America’s incessant chatter, you felt your eyelids becoming heavier every second. You took the chance to check the clock: the fuzzy red numbers showed 1:00 AM. You sighed and closed your eyes, too tired to go find the guest room or whatever. You felt arms wrap around you and America whisper gently as the darkness swallowed you up...