Title: Play Date
Characters: America, England, Canada, France
Challenge: 14: Family
Bonus Words: loud, quiet, hug, poke
Rating: K+
Summary: In which the little ones want to play.
A/N: Because I love babies/kids, and these guys are all in my favorites list, I wanted to write a few fics with the FACE family as the theme. I’m not shipping anybody, though. Sorry, FrUk lovers.
Plus, there is this pic I lol at. XD Inspired the fic.
America was ecstatic about seeing his brother. They had met because of Britain, but found out France was his ‘older brother’ and would not be staying with them. However, because America begged Britain (rather loudly) for a play date with his brother, he could not refuse when he made that pout. So he arranged a time and place for the little ones to meet. Obviously, it was somewhere near France’s home, which had Britain thinking that it was a ‘just-in-case’ kind of thing.
He promised he’d keep quiet while his little brother played, but if France set him off, there would be a lot more than just poking around. He’d watch his language and actions, though. He didn’t want to be a bad example, after all. Plus, if anyone was going to look bad, it would be France and he would make sure of that.
However, when it was time for lunch, the boys didn’t want to join them in the table. This was probably America’s doing, and he knew it because he did tell him to be the one to start things. He found the boys hugging their toys and as France and he approached them, they began to run away.
They were adorable, but it was tiresome to chase those two around. At least France caught Canada first and was able to make him eat without a problem. America was rather fast and decided to play around with Britain for a little while.
“Fine, then, if you don’t want to eat, I’ll punish you by taking away your toy soldiers,” Britain threatened lightheartedly.
The boy stopped dead in his tracks and ran towards him only to cling to his leg, making it difficult for him to walk.
“Can I still play with Canada?” he asked rather shyly.
“After you eat; you can’t play on an empty stomach.”
Title: Night Outing
Characters: America, England, Canada, France
Challenge: 14: Family
Bonus Words: loud, quiet, hug
Rating: K+ for a minor word.
Summary: So the boys got together and had a regular Friday Night.
A/N: There is this
fan art that I adore because the boys look so ‘ah!’ worthy, which got me thinking that they must’ve been doing something, right?
“So you got the call, too?” America asked Britain as he spotted him outside the theater.
“Yes, but don’t think I came here with a bright smile,” Britain clarified.
“So, why’d you come, bro?”
“You and Canada need some supervision if you’re going to hang out with France.”
America raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Whatever, dude. As long as you and him are quiet during the movie, I’m good.”
“Bonjour! We are ‘ere!” France said loudly as he and Canada approached the waiting nations.
“Took you long enough,” Britain began. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here?”
“This is why we set up a time, mon ami,” France reminded.
“And you decide to come an hour later? Good grief.”
“Dude, relax. At least we’re here already. Okay, since we’re in Canada’s place, he’ll choose the movie we’re watching,” America said.
“I was thinking that new spy movie that premiered recently. That one from Britain,” Canada said shyly as he hugged Mr. Kumajiro.
Britain and America smirked as France frowned in disapproval. “Bond. James Bond,” they said in unison.
“You know there are plenty of French-speaking films here in Quebec, right Canada?” France suggested.
“Yes, but I don’t think it’s fair for Britain and America to watch a French movie when they speak English,” Canada explained.
“I know French, Canada,” Britain said.
“I don’t,” America added. “So we’re watching Bond! Now, let’s get the giant popcorn cup and some choc-”
“We need the tickets first, genius,” Britain said.
America shoved some money in his face. “Okay, you and France buy them and Canada and I’ll buy the snacks. Problem solved. C’mon, bro! You know your place better than me! Tell me what this shit in French says!”
Britain sighed. Even in another country, America loved being the boss.