Hetalia one-shot: 100 wangsts
I'm doing the 100 wangsts challenge with Hetalia, using the characters England, America, Canada and France. This one doesn't have France but once I get really started on these he'll be showing up too.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: America, England and Canada / one-sided AmericaxEngland
Theme(s): 011. Jack-o-lantern
Rating: K+
Warnings: hints of slash, America POV (meaning Canada-bashing thoughts), violence towards pumpkins
Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia or the characters.
Notes: It's America's first time spending Halloween together with England in a long while. Too bad Canada butted in.
"Oh, wow, England!" America heard Canada's cheer from the kitchen and grimaced, knowing full well that no one would see the expression in the hallway. "You're so good at this!"
America peeked around the doorway and saw England and Canada sitting by the table, an enormous pumpkin in front of them on the table. America could not see the face England had undoubtedly carved skilfully onto the plant, but he did not really want to. There was just something about jack-o-lanterns that really creeped the American out; they were too similar to ghosts in their level of creepiness.
There was a laugh from England, short but bright, and America felt his insides twists and churn as he thought about how it should be him there beside England, having fun with the man and making him laugh. After all, he was the host here, not Canada. So Canada had no right to monopolize England's time like this when America already saw the older nation rarely in comparison to his northern brother.
However, no matter how upset he was over the way things were, America could not bring himself to burst in on the other two. For one, that stupid lantern looked creepy. Not to mention England looked so happy over doing something so simple. America knew very well that the current slight but happy smile would immediately turn into a displeased scowl if America were to interrupt the other two. Even though America would never admit it he did not want to upset England, especially since this was the first time the two of them were spending a holiday together without any fights or someone else serving as a mediator. That is, that was how it was supposed to be, but then Canada had also joined in on the “family time” and had been keeping England’s attention to himself since.
Why did Canada have to come too? He already got to spend more time with England than America did, with them both being in Commonwealth and all. So why did Canada stick to England even during free time, when the Brit was supposed to be spending time with America? It was too bad that Canada had not left England’s side once, because otherwise America would have gotten to punch him in the face. He did not want to do something like that in front of England, who would surely take Canada’s side in the matter. It was unfair, people always sided with Canada because he looked so timid, but in truth he was just as tough as America was.
In the end America did not get to beat Canada up. It was already night time, and all the trick-or-treaters had left the block to go to home. England and Canada had retired into their respective rooms, but America was still wandering around the house unable to go to sleep. In the end America’s steps took him out on to the porch, where the pumpkin lantern sat on top of a wooden table.
The next moment the lantern was in America’s arms and the blond was storming off the porch and onto the driveway. He stopped when he came across a spot where the shadows kept him hidden, like he was about to commit a heinous act, and looked down at the twisted grin on the vegetable’s carved face.
“I’m calling you ‘Canada’”, America told the pumpkin before lifting it over his head. He took a deep breath and gathered his super human strength, and then he flung the object right onto the pavement below. A wet sound seemed to echo in the silent night as America looked down at his handiwork. The pumpkin’s face has exploded on impact, leaving behind only the other half of the orange shell while the rest of the vegetable spread onto the asphalt in a gooey mess.
“England is mine”, America told the remains of the pumpkin before turning around and stomping back into the house. The rest of the night the blond would stare at the ceiling of his room and wonder when he would finally speak those words into the real Canada’s face.
The End
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: America, England and Canada / one-sided AmericaxEngland
Theme(s): 011. Jack-o-lantern
Rating: K+
Warnings: hints of slash, America POV (meaning Canada-bashing thoughts), violence towards pumpkins
Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia or the characters.
Notes: It's America's first time spending Halloween together with England in a long while. Too bad Canada butted in.
"Oh, wow, England!" America heard Canada's cheer from the kitchen and grimaced, knowing full well that no one would see the expression in the hallway. "You're so good at this!"
America peeked around the doorway and saw England and Canada sitting by the table, an enormous pumpkin in front of them on the table. America could not see the face England had undoubtedly carved skilfully onto the plant, but he did not really want to. There was just something about jack-o-lanterns that really creeped the American out; they were too similar to ghosts in their level of creepiness.
There was a laugh from England, short but bright, and America felt his insides twists and churn as he thought about how it should be him there beside England, having fun with the man and making him laugh. After all, he was the host here, not Canada. So Canada had no right to monopolize England's time like this when America already saw the older nation rarely in comparison to his northern brother.
However, no matter how upset he was over the way things were, America could not bring himself to burst in on the other two. For one, that stupid lantern looked creepy. Not to mention England looked so happy over doing something so simple. America knew very well that the current slight but happy smile would immediately turn into a displeased scowl if America were to interrupt the other two. Even though America would never admit it he did not want to upset England, especially since this was the first time the two of them were spending a holiday together without any fights or someone else serving as a mediator. That is, that was how it was supposed to be, but then Canada had also joined in on the “family time” and had been keeping England’s attention to himself since.
Why did Canada have to come too? He already got to spend more time with England than America did, with them both being in Commonwealth and all. So why did Canada stick to England even during free time, when the Brit was supposed to be spending time with America? It was too bad that Canada had not left England’s side once, because otherwise America would have gotten to punch him in the face. He did not want to do something like that in front of England, who would surely take Canada’s side in the matter. It was unfair, people always sided with Canada because he looked so timid, but in truth he was just as tough as America was.
In the end America did not get to beat Canada up. It was already night time, and all the trick-or-treaters had left the block to go to home. England and Canada had retired into their respective rooms, but America was still wandering around the house unable to go to sleep. In the end America’s steps took him out on to the porch, where the pumpkin lantern sat on top of a wooden table.
The next moment the lantern was in America’s arms and the blond was storming off the porch and onto the driveway. He stopped when he came across a spot where the shadows kept him hidden, like he was about to commit a heinous act, and looked down at the twisted grin on the vegetable’s carved face.
“I’m calling you ‘Canada’”, America told the pumpkin before lifting it over his head. He took a deep breath and gathered his super human strength, and then he flung the object right onto the pavement below. A wet sound seemed to echo in the silent night as America looked down at his handiwork. The pumpkin’s face has exploded on impact, leaving behind only the other half of the orange shell while the rest of the vegetable spread onto the asphalt in a gooey mess.
“England is mine”, America told the remains of the pumpkin before turning around and stomping back into the house. The rest of the night the blond would stare at the ceiling of his room and wonder when he would finally speak those words into the real Canada’s face.
The End