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
“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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