Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.3]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:56:27 UTC
For all those years he had been relegated to the marginal shadow of remembrance, for all those years Canada’s poor teenage heart had ached, and for all those little moments that continued to bug him when people forgot his name, thought he was America, or generally beat him up thinking he was just as bad as America, yes, for all those moments, he was going to stand up for himself. He was going to teach England a lesson and maybe America as well, though he really didn’t have anything against America. Besides, maybe others would start noticing him, too, after this. Maybe. At least France would leave him alone for a few weeks, right?
“Get up here,” England spoke through gritted teeth, looking nervous as ever. And Canada felt guilty-for just a moment.
Canada nodded, standing up, “right.”
He stood behind the podium next to England, waving shyly at everyone in the room. A few people had begun to whisper, and Germany seemed to have grown steadily pale. Italy seemed to busy trying to focus on the half-finished plate of pasta in front of him.
“Right then,” England cleared his throat before taking Canada’s hand into his own and grabbing the little velvet box as he got down on one knee. “I’m not one for long speeches or much romanticism, but-”
The rest was very much a blur to Canada. He was much busier exploring the different faces of everyone in the room. Italy seemed particularly excited, practically bouncing on his seat as he pulled at Germany’s arm, “ve, ve~! Germany, Germany, is England really proposing to Canada?”
“I-I do not know, Italy.”
“But what happens to America, Germany? What happens to him? I thought he and England had a Special Relationship, ve~!”
“Oh my,” Japan tried to hide by shrinking into his chair. Next to him, Hungary seemed horribly conflicted as she sobbed a little bit, whispering, ’oh, poor America! but continued to snap pictures of the entire event.
“Do you think America knows, aru?”
“It doesn’t really matter if he knows or not that England is marrying his brother because at the end everyone will become one with me, starting with you, da?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, aru! I am not joining one with anyone… let me go, aru!” China struggled as Russia tried to pry him off his seat and into his lap. Along the way, Shinatty-chan was falling from China’s arm, “Ah, my Shinatty!”
“This is so fucken sad, isn’t it Gilbird? Obviously this proves that I am far more awesome than America! Not that it needed to be proven or anything because my awesomeness is just that awesome!”
Canada shook his head, trying to ignore everyone. It was actually kind of sad. There was England, on one knee, practically regurgitating his feelings, and Canada could only focus all his attention on everyone else. France looked especially deflated, biting into a white handkerchief as he impatiently waited for the entire event to end.
“So, will you?-Will you share the rest of your life with me?” England finished, tugging on Canada’s hand to get his attention back on the little velvet box holding a very tastefully picked out silver band. Typical England to have elegant taste and enough tact to get another man a nice band and not an eyesore of a diamond ring. Canada studied the little band carefully, taking it into his fingers to look at it, feel its cool texture against his hand. And he knew that he was doing something wrong-unbelievable that already he was feeling guilty, but not enough as to turn back. “You’re taking very long to respond,” England tried to get his attention again, his eyes shifting from side to side nervously. “Are you listening?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Canada snapped his head up, giving him a bright smile. England gave him a bright, sunny grin, slipping the ring into his finger. “I’ll marry you, England.”
“My Canada~!” France cried out, still biting onto the handkerchief even as he held out his hand in mid-sob. He shook his head from side to side, “You British merde! My Canada~!”
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.4]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:57:10 UTC
“Ve~! Congratulations, Canada!” Italy bounced from his seat, pulling Germany up with him as he congratulated the North American nation.
A few others mumbled out their congratulations, some obviously more excited than others.
“W-wait,” England blinked, furrowing his brows together, “Cana-what?”
Next to him, Canada chuckled, “Ca-NA-da. CAN-A-DA! You’re marrying Canada!”
England blanched, “N-No, wait a minute, no, I just proposed to-”
Canada nodded, “Canada. You just proposed to Canada, and I, Canada, have accepted!”
On that cue, the door slammed open and America waltzed in, hamburger in hand and glasses glinting, “Hahaha, nobody panic! The Hero is FINALLY here! America has arrived! Hell yeah!” He strolled into the room to the shock of many of the nations in the room, and he blinked, almost offended by the random silence he encountered. Usually the room was a buzzing chaos. He walked up to South Korea and held up his hand for a high-five. The nation gave in reluctantly. “What’s going on everyone?-I said the HERO has arrived!”
Germany cleared his throat, trying to divert everyone’s attention away from the confused American over to the front of the room, where England seemed to have suddenly fallen into a standing coma. Canada ushered England back to his seat. Germany stood at the front of the podium once more, taking hold of the gabble. “Ah, well, we’ve, uh, gone over time. Next on the list of speakers is Portugal, then. The floor is now yours.”
“But I have an announcement!” America interrupted, already marching to the head of the room and dragging a comatose England by the wrist as he went. “I’m sure you are ALL wondering why I’m late!-And, as a hero, it is my job to make sure you all don’t die from suspense so I’m just gonna be as straightforward as possible! I was late because I was picking up a ring!” he set the burger on the podium, and, to gasps and a fainting Japan, pulled out a bright red velvet box. He slammed it onto the podium with strength, pulling at England.
“Oh no…” Hungary sobbed, crushing her cheeks between her hands.
“Ve~! Germany, is America going to propose to England? But England already proposed to Canada!”
“How un-awesome to propose to someone that’s already dumped you, nah, West?”
“Both of you, hush,” Germany doubled his head, somehow trying to pretend that he was no longer in a room filled with idiotic nations. A part of him wanted to slam his forehead onto the table, but he refrained. “America, this will have to wait. It is against procedure and Portugal has the floor!”
“Sim, the floor sua mina,” Portugal tried to pry England away from America, a part of him almost fearful for his long-time partner’s well-being. Already the island nation was looking faint.
“I unilaterally vote the suspension of all rules for the remainder of my announcement!” America replied nonchalantly, turning to face England with velvet box in hand.
“You can’t do that!” Germany barked out, stomping over to the front of the room, “that is against the rules!”
“Dude, I’m a world hegemon! I totally make the rules, now just sit down for a bit because you’re making my proposal totally unawesome!”
“I-I…” England blinked, slowly returning to consciousness. Portugal next to him continued to try and fan him with air. “I proposed to… t-to… C-Ca-Canada…”
America blinked, turning to his boyfriend for a moment, “huh? What’d ya say, Iggy?”
England shook his head, looking up at America with panicked eyes. “Y-you’re America and he… he’s Canada…”
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 2 2011, 23:58:19 UTC
America’s eyes fell on Canada, and with a grin, he waved at his brother, “Oh yeah, that’s uh, Can-Cancun alright! Sup, Mattie? Makalakajuro comeback yet?”
“One, I’m Canada. Ca-NA-da! Your brother. And, two, it’s Kumayoyo and no,” Canada replied, crossing his arms.
“Sacre bleu! It’s NOT kumayoyo! It’s kumajiro!” France interrupted, waving the little postcard with the bear’s picture, “And that’s my Canada~!”
“Dude, Canada is a sovereign nation!” America frowned at France, pointing the gabble right at him. Then, looking over at his brother, he continued, “Has France been trying to invade your vital regions again, Mattie?”
“That British bastard took my Canada!”
“You need to get over that, amigo,” Spain patted France’s back, ignoring the jealous piercing looks Romano was sending his way, “that happened back when Canada was an itty-bitty colonia! The pequeñin obviously loves England more…”
“Oh, you’re one to talk, always talking about votre precious Armada!”
Spain took a few steps away from France, falling back onto his seat as he tried to hide his face inside the crook of Romano’s neck, “My Armada! My beautiful Armada!”
“Get the hell away from me you tomato bastard!”
“What’s going on here?” America asked, suddenly confused. He turned to the island nation behind him, blinking his bright baby blues at him, “England? Why is Spain talking about his Armada and France saying that you took Canada away from him?”
“Ve~! That’s because before America got here, England proposed to Canada!”
America felt his jaw drop, almost as quickly as the little box fell from his hand to the floor. “Y-You WHAT?!”
England looked at America, nervous even as he leaned against a fearful Portugal for support, “I-I guess I proposed to Canada…”
“Yup!” Canada beamed, giving his brother a little wave. The silver band glinted under the light of the room, “England proposed to Canada. Ca-na-da!”
The last thing everyone in the room heard before England passed out in Portugal’s arms was America turning to Canada and practically lunging over the table towards the other North American nation shouting, “I’ll nuke you!”
author note: So hopefully this was a little less fail than the other parts? I’m trying to keep the characters IC, but obviously being my first Hetalia fanfiction, it’s a process so help me out by commenting and letting me know if you think there’s something that could be improved. =) Also, apologies in advanced for any little mistakes. Sometimes I just can’t catch them all. On another unrelated note, I really dislike character limits.
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 3 2011, 05:07:41 UTC
Hahahaha, this is so hilarious, I was laughing all trough this. I love the chaos of the meeting, France's melodrama, Portugal trying to help England and the fact that Canada is not a helpless victim here but someone who's an active part of this mess.
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [author anon]
anonymous
April 3 2011, 15:25:09 UTC
Glad you liked the addition of Portugal to the mix! I think I have a kink for the Anglo-Portuguese alliance (going strong since 1386!!), but it's never enough to overcome my love for the USxUK pairing so I guess in my head canon Portugal is like England's unconditional bestie, haha. Always nice to see someone else appreciate Portugal♥
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 3 2011, 06:02:16 UTC
The last thing everyone in the room heard before England passed out in Portugal’s arms was America turning to Canada and practically lunging over the table towards the other North American nation shouting, “I’ll nuke you!”
Oh shit! Run, Canada, run! You don't even have nuclear weapons!
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [author anon]
anonymous
April 3 2011, 15:30:18 UTC
This author!anon is a polisci major and your comment makes her squee with happiness, anon! Nerd mode activating like now: for a time back in the 70s and early 80s, Canada used to store American nukes sometimes... today, Canada no longer does this, but nuclear-armed American planes and naval vessels definitely use Canadian facilities! - OTL I don't actually know where I was going with that, but yeah, thanks for commenting.
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 5 2011, 03:01:10 UTC
The last thing everyone in the room heard before England passed out in Portugal’s arms was America turning to Canada and practically lunging over the table towards the other North American nation shouting, “I’ll nuke you!”
This line was pure WIN XD This whole story is absolutely amazing so far. I love USUK, but I don't often read it, but this is such an original idea and I love how you've worked with the prompt! Please keep up the good work!
Re: Here Comes the... Who? [Chapter 1 Cont.5]
anonymous
April 5 2011, 05:29:07 UTC
Author anon here! Thank you so much for the lovely comment, and I'm sooooo relieved to see that people are liking the whole thing. Hopefully you enjoyed chapter 2 just as much. =D
“Get up here,” England spoke through gritted teeth, looking nervous as ever. And Canada felt guilty-for just a moment.
Canada nodded, standing up, “right.”
He stood behind the podium next to England, waving shyly at everyone in the room. A few people had begun to whisper, and Germany seemed to have grown steadily pale. Italy seemed to busy trying to focus on the half-finished plate of pasta in front of him.
“Right then,” England cleared his throat before taking Canada’s hand into his own and grabbing the little velvet box as he got down on one knee. “I’m not one for long speeches or much romanticism, but-”
The rest was very much a blur to Canada. He was much busier exploring the different faces of everyone in the room. Italy seemed particularly excited, practically bouncing on his seat as he pulled at Germany’s arm, “ve, ve~! Germany, Germany, is England really proposing to Canada?”
“I-I do not know, Italy.”
“But what happens to America, Germany? What happens to him? I thought he and England had a Special Relationship, ve~!”
“Oh my,” Japan tried to hide by shrinking into his chair. Next to him, Hungary seemed horribly conflicted as she sobbed a little bit, whispering, ’oh, poor America! but continued to snap pictures of the entire event.
“Do you think America knows, aru?”
“It doesn’t really matter if he knows or not that England is marrying his brother because at the end everyone will become one with me, starting with you, da?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, aru! I am not joining one with anyone… let me go, aru!” China struggled as Russia tried to pry him off his seat and into his lap. Along the way, Shinatty-chan was falling from China’s arm, “Ah, my Shinatty!”
“This is so fucken sad, isn’t it Gilbird? Obviously this proves that I am far more awesome than America! Not that it needed to be proven or anything because my awesomeness is just that awesome!”
Canada shook his head, trying to ignore everyone. It was actually kind of sad. There was England, on one knee, practically regurgitating his feelings, and Canada could only focus all his attention on everyone else. France looked especially deflated, biting into a white handkerchief as he impatiently waited for the entire event to end.
“So, will you?-Will you share the rest of your life with me?” England finished, tugging on Canada’s hand to get his attention back on the little velvet box holding a very tastefully picked out silver band. Typical England to have elegant taste and enough tact to get another man a nice band and not an eyesore of a diamond ring. Canada studied the little band carefully, taking it into his fingers to look at it, feel its cool texture against his hand. And he knew that he was doing something wrong-unbelievable that already he was feeling guilty, but not enough as to turn back. “You’re taking very long to respond,” England tried to get his attention again, his eyes shifting from side to side nervously. “Are you listening?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Canada snapped his head up, giving him a bright smile. England gave him a bright, sunny grin, slipping the ring into his finger. “I’ll marry you, England.”
“My Canada~!” France cried out, still biting onto the handkerchief even as he held out his hand in mid-sob. He shook his head from side to side, “You British merde! My Canada~!”
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A few others mumbled out their congratulations, some obviously more excited than others.
“W-wait,” England blinked, furrowing his brows together, “Cana-what?”
Next to him, Canada chuckled, “Ca-NA-da. CAN-A-DA! You’re marrying Canada!”
England blanched, “N-No, wait a minute, no, I just proposed to-”
Canada nodded, “Canada. You just proposed to Canada, and I, Canada, have accepted!”
On that cue, the door slammed open and America waltzed in, hamburger in hand and glasses glinting, “Hahaha, nobody panic! The Hero is FINALLY here! America has arrived! Hell yeah!” He strolled into the room to the shock of many of the nations in the room, and he blinked, almost offended by the random silence he encountered. Usually the room was a buzzing chaos. He walked up to South Korea and held up his hand for a high-five. The nation gave in reluctantly. “What’s going on everyone?-I said the HERO has arrived!”
Germany cleared his throat, trying to divert everyone’s attention away from the confused American over to the front of the room, where England seemed to have suddenly fallen into a standing coma. Canada ushered England back to his seat. Germany stood at the front of the podium once more, taking hold of the gabble. “Ah, well, we’ve, uh, gone over time. Next on the list of speakers is Portugal, then. The floor is now yours.”
“But I have an announcement!” America interrupted, already marching to the head of the room and dragging a comatose England by the wrist as he went. “I’m sure you are ALL wondering why I’m late!-And, as a hero, it is my job to make sure you all don’t die from suspense so I’m just gonna be as straightforward as possible! I was late because I was picking up a ring!” he set the burger on the podium, and, to gasps and a fainting Japan, pulled out a bright red velvet box. He slammed it onto the podium with strength, pulling at England.
“Oh no…” Hungary sobbed, crushing her cheeks between her hands.
“Ve~! Germany, is America going to propose to England? But England already proposed to Canada!”
“How un-awesome to propose to someone that’s already dumped you, nah, West?”
“Both of you, hush,” Germany doubled his head, somehow trying to pretend that he was no longer in a room filled with idiotic nations. A part of him wanted to slam his forehead onto the table, but he refrained. “America, this will have to wait. It is against procedure and Portugal has the floor!”
“Sim, the floor sua mina,” Portugal tried to pry England away from America, a part of him almost fearful for his long-time partner’s well-being. Already the island nation was looking faint.
“I unilaterally vote the suspension of all rules for the remainder of my announcement!” America replied nonchalantly, turning to face England with velvet box in hand.
“You can’t do that!” Germany barked out, stomping over to the front of the room, “that is against the rules!”
“Dude, I’m a world hegemon! I totally make the rules, now just sit down for a bit because you’re making my proposal totally unawesome!”
“I-I…” England blinked, slowly returning to consciousness. Portugal next to him continued to try and fan him with air. “I proposed to… t-to… C-Ca-Canada…”
America blinked, turning to his boyfriend for a moment, “huh? What’d ya say, Iggy?”
England shook his head, looking up at America with panicked eyes. “Y-you’re America and he… he’s Canada…”
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“One, I’m Canada. Ca-NA-da! Your brother. And, two, it’s Kumayoyo and no,” Canada replied, crossing his arms.
“Sacre bleu! It’s NOT kumayoyo! It’s kumajiro!” France interrupted, waving the little postcard with the bear’s picture, “And that’s my Canada~!”
“Dude, Canada is a sovereign nation!” America frowned at France, pointing the gabble right at him. Then, looking over at his brother, he continued, “Has France been trying to invade your vital regions again, Mattie?”
“That British bastard took my Canada!”
“You need to get over that, amigo,” Spain patted France’s back, ignoring the jealous piercing looks Romano was sending his way, “that happened back when Canada was an itty-bitty colonia! The pequeñin obviously loves England more…”
“Oh, you’re one to talk, always talking about votre precious Armada!”
Spain took a few steps away from France, falling back onto his seat as he tried to hide his face inside the crook of Romano’s neck, “My Armada! My beautiful Armada!”
“Get the hell away from me you tomato bastard!”
“What’s going on here?” America asked, suddenly confused. He turned to the island nation behind him, blinking his bright baby blues at him, “England? Why is Spain talking about his Armada and France saying that you took Canada away from him?”
“Ve~! That’s because before America got here, England proposed to Canada!”
America felt his jaw drop, almost as quickly as the little box fell from his hand to the floor. “Y-You WHAT?!”
England looked at America, nervous even as he leaned against a fearful Portugal for support, “I-I guess I proposed to Canada…”
“Yup!” Canada beamed, giving his brother a little wave. The silver band glinted under the light of the room, “England proposed to Canada. Ca-na-da!”
The last thing everyone in the room heard before England passed out in Portugal’s arms was America turning to Canada and practically lunging over the table towards the other North American nation shouting, “I’ll nuke you!”
author note: So hopefully this was a little less fail than the other parts? I’m trying to keep the characters IC, but obviously being my first Hetalia fanfiction, it’s a process so help me out by commenting and letting me know if you think there’s something that could be improved. =) Also, apologies in advanced for any little mistakes. Sometimes I just can’t catch them all. On another unrelated note, I really dislike character limits.
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The last line was gold.
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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I love the Anglo-Portuguese Alliance. And they are totally BFF XD
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Oh shit! Run, Canada, run! You don't even have nuclear weapons!
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This line was pure WIN XD This whole story is absolutely amazing so far. I love USUK, but I don't often read it, but this is such an original idea and I love how you've worked with the prompt! Please keep up the good work!
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