Fanfic - Axis Power Hetalia - Happy Father's Day
And now my Internet is dying on me (13/22).
---
Author’s Notes: Companion piece to ‘Happy Mother’s Day’. I own Portugal and Norway, Denmark, Iceland and Belgium’s names. This chapter was betaed by Jackidy, thank you very much!
Happy Father’s Day
“Brother, it has been such a long time since we saw each other!” Ivan froze as the dreaded voice came from behind him, a gloved hand wrapping around his arm.
“A-ah, so I-it has be-en.” He answered mechanical, sweating profusely as he tried to think of a way to escape the female. But her hold was firm and he could feel himself growing more and more panicked.
“Ah, there you are Natalya!” Suddenly, Russia found himself out off his sister grip and looking into the back of Denmark’s head. “Norway said he needed your help in the kitchen.”
“But, but I was talking to brother.” The girl pouted, childishly, eyes shinning as she tried to reach the male again. But Sigurðr stood firmly between them, pointing firmly in the direction of the kitchen.
“Natalya.”
“...I’m going.” Ivan sighed in relief as the female left them, muttering all the while under her breath. He didn’t resist when the older male started to lead him away, the pair dodging the different nations scattered around the room toward the patio’s door.
“Come on, Hemming will keep her entertained for a while.” And not be happy about it, but Sigurðr knew better than to mention that in front of his adopted nephew. “I think I saw England and Iceland hiding by the pool if you need company. France is probably annoying them with USA.”
“Thank you.” Ivan slipped away quickly, barely evading Yekaterina, the shy older woman conversing softly with Edward. Sigurðr considered going to break them up, but then again, Ukraine was harmless, at least to his boy. Now, to any other nation...
“Norw’y s’ys to t’ll you th’t h’ h’t’s you.” Berwald informed him, slipping easily to walk beside the Dane. “H’ ‘lso s’yd th’t h’ h’t’s you ch’ldr’n.”
“Did she try to poison the food again?” Sweden nodded, Denmark shacking his head as he changed course to the kitchen. “That girl really should know better than to mess with anything Finland and Norway cooked.” Especially Tino’s but there is no need for a fight between them tonight.
They found the girl pouting as she peeled potatoes, Peter whinnying at her side. Sigurðr wondered in what kind of mischief the boy had caught himself in, but he really should deal with Belarus first. Besides, Finland was sure to punish him for whatever thing he had done now. “Natalya, Berwald said you tried to poison the food, again.”
“I didn’t poison it, those were sleeping pills.”
“...Very well, you’re now stuck helping in the kitchen the whole night and if I hear you are causing trouble I will not be happy, okay?”
“...Yes sir.” The girl answered meekly, Sealand shrinking back at the tune in the male’s voice. It was like hearing England and Finland rolled in one.
“Good girl.” Sigurðr patted the girl on the head, walking toward the stove were Hemming was busy messing with something or another. Denmark hugged the other loosely, kissing him softly on the cheek before murmuring in his ear. “Sorry about the trouble, she should, at least, behave for a few hours.”
“She better be.” His Nisse nodded, passing Norway the salt and flying away to retrieve the pepper. Sigurðr waved lazily at the creature and the fairy tugged his hair lightly in response. “You better leave before someone tries to set the house in fire again.”
“I don’t think either Hong Kong or Australia are here this year. But it never hurts to be careful I suppose. See you later.” Norway waved him away and Denmark left the kitchen only to crash into Lithuania. “And where do you think you are going?”
“Ah, I saw Miss Belarus come this way and I wanted to wish her a good evening...” The brunet wilted under the blonde’s glare and quickly excused himself. Really, if he wanted to date the girl he really needed to grow a pair.
“Scaring the boy again, old man?” Gilbert grinned as he passed him a beer, his own mug filled to the brim. Sigurðr grinned, accepting the beer gratefully after a night of stopping various nations from causing havoc around his house.
“I think you should return to your own job.” Sigurðr responded easily as he noticed Feliciano wrapped all around Ludwig while Feliks smiled dangerously at him. “Though it looks like Poland would be glad to fill in”
“Drat, better break them off then or they will destroy the house.” West Germany left hurriedly, saluting him one last time with his beer before shouting something to his brother.
“I better check that Francis isn’t causing any trouble.” It was never a good idea to leave Arthur and Francis in the same place unwatched. Or Ivan and Alfred for the matter.
“You bloody frog, get away from me!”
“Ah, mon petit chou, why won’t you accept my love?”
“Comrade Jones, I didn’t know you had been invited.”
“I don’t know why anyone would invite you.”
“I’m cursing the lot of you… or throw you into the pool.”
Denmark found Russia and USA smiling chillingly at each other as England tried to beat France to the floor with a chair, Iceland watching from the sidelines. Portugal and Belgium had joined at some moment and the two females were cheering the British on, the French crying pathetically at his ‘sister’ betrayal.
“Okay, I think that’s more than enough, I’m sure Francis got the idea, didn’t ya?” France nodded, wide eyes locked behind him. Sigurðr didn’t bother to turn around, knowing by the heavy footsteps that Berwald had joined them. “Why don’t you go back inside? Maybe you can show the boy around.”
Alfred opened his mouth to protest but Francis covered it quickly and dragged him away, whispering urgently at him as Berwald followed to stop any mischief. Sigurðr picked an overturned chair and sat down, grinning lopsidedly at them as the rest followed suit.
“Aren’t ya a little bit old to be squabbling like that?” Arthur and Egil blushed but Ivan, Consuelo and Adelheid grinned back at him, the little rascals. “At least don’t do it where I have to clean the mess, will ya?”
“Yes, Father.” Five voices responded in unison, five innocent expressions on their faces. And didn’t that spell trouble for some people.
“Just make sure you lot aren’t caught, alright?” They are grown up countries after all, a little quarrelling here and there come with the job description.
“We promise.”
“You ‘r’ w’nt’d b’ck insid’.” Denmark nodded and the nations follow him back inside where all the countries are gathered around a giant cake and where Finland passed him a glass of Spain’s wine. He didn’t care much for wine but apparently someone decided beer or any other kind of alcohol wouldn’t do for this, better than champagne at least.
“Happy Father’s Day!” The nations cheered most half drunk already, and Sigurðr laughed and drank with them. Happy Father’s Day indeed.
Author’s Notes: I’m not quite sure why but Finland and Denmark have developed in my head like the kind of parent that goes ‘I smile a lot but you will be sorry if you anger me’ while Norway and Sweden are more like ‘I might glare a lot but I’m actually amused with the disaster you created’.
Norw’y s’ys to t’ll you th’t h’ h’t’s you.: Norway says to tell you that he hates you.
H’ ‘lso s’yd th’t h’ h’t’s you ch’ldr’n.: He also says that he hates your children.
You ‘r’ w’nt’d b’ck insid’.: You are wanted back inside.
---
Author’s Notes: Companion piece to ‘Happy Mother’s Day’. I own Portugal and Norway, Denmark, Iceland and Belgium’s names. This chapter was betaed by Jackidy, thank you very much!
Happy Father’s Day
“Brother, it has been such a long time since we saw each other!” Ivan froze as the dreaded voice came from behind him, a gloved hand wrapping around his arm.
“A-ah, so I-it has be-en.” He answered mechanical, sweating profusely as he tried to think of a way to escape the female. But her hold was firm and he could feel himself growing more and more panicked.
“Ah, there you are Natalya!” Suddenly, Russia found himself out off his sister grip and looking into the back of Denmark’s head. “Norway said he needed your help in the kitchen.”
“But, but I was talking to brother.” The girl pouted, childishly, eyes shinning as she tried to reach the male again. But Sigurðr stood firmly between them, pointing firmly in the direction of the kitchen.
“Natalya.”
“...I’m going.” Ivan sighed in relief as the female left them, muttering all the while under her breath. He didn’t resist when the older male started to lead him away, the pair dodging the different nations scattered around the room toward the patio’s door.
“Come on, Hemming will keep her entertained for a while.” And not be happy about it, but Sigurðr knew better than to mention that in front of his adopted nephew. “I think I saw England and Iceland hiding by the pool if you need company. France is probably annoying them with USA.”
“Thank you.” Ivan slipped away quickly, barely evading Yekaterina, the shy older woman conversing softly with Edward. Sigurðr considered going to break them up, but then again, Ukraine was harmless, at least to his boy. Now, to any other nation...
“Norw’y s’ys to t’ll you th’t h’ h’t’s you.” Berwald informed him, slipping easily to walk beside the Dane. “H’ ‘lso s’yd th’t h’ h’t’s you ch’ldr’n.”
“Did she try to poison the food again?” Sweden nodded, Denmark shacking his head as he changed course to the kitchen. “That girl really should know better than to mess with anything Finland and Norway cooked.” Especially Tino’s but there is no need for a fight between them tonight.
They found the girl pouting as she peeled potatoes, Peter whinnying at her side. Sigurðr wondered in what kind of mischief the boy had caught himself in, but he really should deal with Belarus first. Besides, Finland was sure to punish him for whatever thing he had done now. “Natalya, Berwald said you tried to poison the food, again.”
“I didn’t poison it, those were sleeping pills.”
“...Very well, you’re now stuck helping in the kitchen the whole night and if I hear you are causing trouble I will not be happy, okay?”
“...Yes sir.” The girl answered meekly, Sealand shrinking back at the tune in the male’s voice. It was like hearing England and Finland rolled in one.
“Good girl.” Sigurðr patted the girl on the head, walking toward the stove were Hemming was busy messing with something or another. Denmark hugged the other loosely, kissing him softly on the cheek before murmuring in his ear. “Sorry about the trouble, she should, at least, behave for a few hours.”
“She better be.” His Nisse nodded, passing Norway the salt and flying away to retrieve the pepper. Sigurðr waved lazily at the creature and the fairy tugged his hair lightly in response. “You better leave before someone tries to set the house in fire again.”
“I don’t think either Hong Kong or Australia are here this year. But it never hurts to be careful I suppose. See you later.” Norway waved him away and Denmark left the kitchen only to crash into Lithuania. “And where do you think you are going?”
“Ah, I saw Miss Belarus come this way and I wanted to wish her a good evening...” The brunet wilted under the blonde’s glare and quickly excused himself. Really, if he wanted to date the girl he really needed to grow a pair.
“Scaring the boy again, old man?” Gilbert grinned as he passed him a beer, his own mug filled to the brim. Sigurðr grinned, accepting the beer gratefully after a night of stopping various nations from causing havoc around his house.
“I think you should return to your own job.” Sigurðr responded easily as he noticed Feliciano wrapped all around Ludwig while Feliks smiled dangerously at him. “Though it looks like Poland would be glad to fill in”
“Drat, better break them off then or they will destroy the house.” West Germany left hurriedly, saluting him one last time with his beer before shouting something to his brother.
“I better check that Francis isn’t causing any trouble.” It was never a good idea to leave Arthur and Francis in the same place unwatched. Or Ivan and Alfred for the matter.
“You bloody frog, get away from me!”
“Ah, mon petit chou, why won’t you accept my love?”
“Comrade Jones, I didn’t know you had been invited.”
“I don’t know why anyone would invite you.”
“I’m cursing the lot of you… or throw you into the pool.”
Denmark found Russia and USA smiling chillingly at each other as England tried to beat France to the floor with a chair, Iceland watching from the sidelines. Portugal and Belgium had joined at some moment and the two females were cheering the British on, the French crying pathetically at his ‘sister’ betrayal.
“Okay, I think that’s more than enough, I’m sure Francis got the idea, didn’t ya?” France nodded, wide eyes locked behind him. Sigurðr didn’t bother to turn around, knowing by the heavy footsteps that Berwald had joined them. “Why don’t you go back inside? Maybe you can show the boy around.”
Alfred opened his mouth to protest but Francis covered it quickly and dragged him away, whispering urgently at him as Berwald followed to stop any mischief. Sigurðr picked an overturned chair and sat down, grinning lopsidedly at them as the rest followed suit.
“Aren’t ya a little bit old to be squabbling like that?” Arthur and Egil blushed but Ivan, Consuelo and Adelheid grinned back at him, the little rascals. “At least don’t do it where I have to clean the mess, will ya?”
“Yes, Father.” Five voices responded in unison, five innocent expressions on their faces. And didn’t that spell trouble for some people.
“Just make sure you lot aren’t caught, alright?” They are grown up countries after all, a little quarrelling here and there come with the job description.
“We promise.”
“You ‘r’ w’nt’d b’ck insid’.” Denmark nodded and the nations follow him back inside where all the countries are gathered around a giant cake and where Finland passed him a glass of Spain’s wine. He didn’t care much for wine but apparently someone decided beer or any other kind of alcohol wouldn’t do for this, better than champagne at least.
“Happy Father’s Day!” The nations cheered most half drunk already, and Sigurðr laughed and drank with them. Happy Father’s Day indeed.
Author’s Notes: I’m not quite sure why but Finland and Denmark have developed in my head like the kind of parent that goes ‘I smile a lot but you will be sorry if you anger me’ while Norway and Sweden are more like ‘I might glare a lot but I’m actually amused with the disaster you created’.
Norw’y s’ys to t’ll you th’t h’ h’t’s you.: Norway says to tell you that he hates you.
H’ ‘lso s’yd th’t h’ h’t’s you ch’ldr’n.: He also says that he hates your children.
You ‘r’ w’nt’d b’ck insid’.: You are wanted back inside.