Fanfic - Axis Power Hetalia - Fun and Games
Done for the night (15/22).
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Author’s Notes: Inspired by this: http://raziel01(dot)deviantart(dot)com/art/Kuziragumi-124653387. I own Iceland, Norway and Denmark’s names. This was betaed by Jackidy so many thanks to you! ...I regret nothing!
Fun and Games
“They have been glued to the screen for the last five hours.” Sigurðr informed him, sipping absently on his Donald Duck coffee mug. Arthur blinked, nodding slowly as he observed the quarrelling nations while sipping his own equally colourful mug of tea. Thankfully for him, the older nation always kept some tea in the house in case the British came to visit him, so it wasn’t often he had to suffer through the Scandinavian preferred beverage... other than alcohol that is.
“You are too slow.”
“Careful!”
“Stop moving, will you?”
“Hemming my head”
England had given Iceland a PS3 for his birthday after the nation had shown interest in the one Scotland owned when he visited him a few months ago. He himself took little note of the thing, but his brother and colonies loved to waste their time messing with the machine. What he hadn’t expected was for Norway to show interest too.
“We lost.”
“I’m going to make him toast.”
“I got it!”
“Damn it missed that one.”
“Are they always like this?” Arthur inquired after the brothers shared smug smiles after beating a level. The English man was used to seeing Norway frowning at him or glaring daggers at Denmark. While Hemming had always been more affectionate with Egil, watching the two messing around like a pair of teenager was a touch unsettling. “They seem… much more… energetic than usual.” Or psychotic, but he hasn’t dumb enough to say that around the blond.
“Yeah, pretty much its fun though, since it gives Norwe the chance to cut lose a bit.” If cut lose mean proclaiming his superiority over... whatever he had just killed... “And Sweden loves to buy them new games; Japan must be making a fortune with those things.” This explained the two boxes full of games in the floor beside the pair. Sweden had always been on the doting side…
“To the left”
“What the fuck was that?!”
“HAHA IN YOUR FACE!”
“I hate this game.”
“I’m surprised Peter isn’t with them, the lad loves to play with those things after all.” Denmark chuckled, nodding while he observed as Egil pinned Hemming to the floor, the white haired boy ticking his older brother mercilessly. Iceland was stronger than he appeared to be if he could pin Norway to the floor. Then again, with the way the blond was gasping he probably didn’t have a lot of strength to spare at the moment.
“Are you going to take that back?”
“No wa-ay!”
“Well? If you say it I will stop!”
“Le-et me go-o!”
“Come on! Say it!”
“Ok-ay! Oka-ay! ‘m sorr-yy! Le-et me-e go!”
“Little guy is visiting Raivis I think. ‘Sides, Tino doesn’t like when he spends the whole day in front the television, will ruin his eyes, he says.” And his ears, with the way the boy shouted.
“That it will” Only the ones who actually knew the Scandinavian nations knew that it was in fact Finland and Denmark were stricter than their partners, especially when it came to their ‘kids’. Norway and Sweden preferred to look to the side, if not outright join in the mischief. It probed useful in world meetings though. “’Sides, the air will do him good.”
“Haha, well, being a nation nowadays isn’t quite the same those times. We can’t expect him to run around when there are those kinds of things to catch his eye, can we?” England nodded, humming softly as offered some of his tea to Norway’s Nisse. “And he is one of the youngest in Europe so he hasn’t got many friends his age to play with.”
“He could play with some of Spain’s kids if he actually wanted, but he doesn’t seem to be interested.” Norway and Iceland had returned to their game by now, making England jump when Norway threw a rather vile curse when the screen turned black for the second time in the last five minutes.
“Really, I though he got along well with him.” Sigurðr pointed out, Egil and Hemming cheering on the background as they finally beat whatever thing they were struggling with.
“You two sound like a pair of old women!” Hemming shouted, interrupting Arthur’s response while Egil hid a smile behind his joystick. England snorted, having heard that particular one at least a thousand times from his own children, some much more colourfully phrased as well.
“You are older than Arthur, dear. So is Egil.” Sigurðr shot back, grinning behind his mug as he did. “And you look much prettier than me in a dress, my dear!”
“Don’t call me dear!” Norway shouted furiously, Iceland squeaking as his breath was cut off. The male turned an interesting shade of red while he tried to pull the blonde’s arms off his neck. “And a dog would look better in a dress than you!”
“Sure thing honey, just don’t kill the kids, will ya?” The man growled, but let the younger male go, Egil gasping and moving out of his reach. The blond turned moodily back to the game, his brother following him wearingly.
“Maybe it would be wise to leave them alone?” England suggested, not wanting a fight to break out. He had left his island to escape the quarrel at his household after all, not to start one at Iceland’s home. He had no wish to call Finland to break the fight; Sweden might join in again and escalate it instead.
“I suppose it is time to make dinner anyway.” Denmark agreed, picking the empty mugs and heading to the kitchen, England following easily. The pair waited for them to disappear into the house before turning back to the screen, Egil removing the bag of chips they had hide under the sofa’s cushions when England and Denmark had entered the room.
“Old women.” Norway repeated, pushing a button to start the next level of the game the siblings were playing.
“Old women.” Iceland echoed before jumping when a monster attacked him and the brothers once again got lost into the game.
Author’s Notes: I did it for the lulz!
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Author’s Notes: Inspired by this: http://raziel01(dot)deviantart(dot)com/art/Kuziragumi-124653387. I own Iceland, Norway and Denmark’s names. This was betaed by Jackidy so many thanks to you! ...I regret nothing!
Fun and Games
“They have been glued to the screen for the last five hours.” Sigurðr informed him, sipping absently on his Donald Duck coffee mug. Arthur blinked, nodding slowly as he observed the quarrelling nations while sipping his own equally colourful mug of tea. Thankfully for him, the older nation always kept some tea in the house in case the British came to visit him, so it wasn’t often he had to suffer through the Scandinavian preferred beverage... other than alcohol that is.
“You are too slow.”
“Careful!”
“Stop moving, will you?”
“Hemming my head”
England had given Iceland a PS3 for his birthday after the nation had shown interest in the one Scotland owned when he visited him a few months ago. He himself took little note of the thing, but his brother and colonies loved to waste their time messing with the machine. What he hadn’t expected was for Norway to show interest too.
“We lost.”
“I’m going to make him toast.”
“I got it!”
“Damn it missed that one.”
“Are they always like this?” Arthur inquired after the brothers shared smug smiles after beating a level. The English man was used to seeing Norway frowning at him or glaring daggers at Denmark. While Hemming had always been more affectionate with Egil, watching the two messing around like a pair of teenager was a touch unsettling. “They seem… much more… energetic than usual.” Or psychotic, but he hasn’t dumb enough to say that around the blond.
“Yeah, pretty much its fun though, since it gives Norwe the chance to cut lose a bit.” If cut lose mean proclaiming his superiority over... whatever he had just killed... “And Sweden loves to buy them new games; Japan must be making a fortune with those things.” This explained the two boxes full of games in the floor beside the pair. Sweden had always been on the doting side…
“To the left”
“What the fuck was that?!”
“HAHA IN YOUR FACE!”
“I hate this game.”
“I’m surprised Peter isn’t with them, the lad loves to play with those things after all.” Denmark chuckled, nodding while he observed as Egil pinned Hemming to the floor, the white haired boy ticking his older brother mercilessly. Iceland was stronger than he appeared to be if he could pin Norway to the floor. Then again, with the way the blond was gasping he probably didn’t have a lot of strength to spare at the moment.
“Are you going to take that back?”
“No wa-ay!”
“Well? If you say it I will stop!”
“Le-et me go-o!”
“Come on! Say it!”
“Ok-ay! Oka-ay! ‘m sorr-yy! Le-et me-e go!”
“Little guy is visiting Raivis I think. ‘Sides, Tino doesn’t like when he spends the whole day in front the television, will ruin his eyes, he says.” And his ears, with the way the boy shouted.
“That it will” Only the ones who actually knew the Scandinavian nations knew that it was in fact Finland and Denmark were stricter than their partners, especially when it came to their ‘kids’. Norway and Sweden preferred to look to the side, if not outright join in the mischief. It probed useful in world meetings though. “’Sides, the air will do him good.”
“Haha, well, being a nation nowadays isn’t quite the same those times. We can’t expect him to run around when there are those kinds of things to catch his eye, can we?” England nodded, humming softly as offered some of his tea to Norway’s Nisse. “And he is one of the youngest in Europe so he hasn’t got many friends his age to play with.”
“He could play with some of Spain’s kids if he actually wanted, but he doesn’t seem to be interested.” Norway and Iceland had returned to their game by now, making England jump when Norway threw a rather vile curse when the screen turned black for the second time in the last five minutes.
“Really, I though he got along well with him.” Sigurðr pointed out, Egil and Hemming cheering on the background as they finally beat whatever thing they were struggling with.
“You two sound like a pair of old women!” Hemming shouted, interrupting Arthur’s response while Egil hid a smile behind his joystick. England snorted, having heard that particular one at least a thousand times from his own children, some much more colourfully phrased as well.
“You are older than Arthur, dear. So is Egil.” Sigurðr shot back, grinning behind his mug as he did. “And you look much prettier than me in a dress, my dear!”
“Don’t call me dear!” Norway shouted furiously, Iceland squeaking as his breath was cut off. The male turned an interesting shade of red while he tried to pull the blonde’s arms off his neck. “And a dog would look better in a dress than you!”
“Sure thing honey, just don’t kill the kids, will ya?” The man growled, but let the younger male go, Egil gasping and moving out of his reach. The blond turned moodily back to the game, his brother following him wearingly.
“Maybe it would be wise to leave them alone?” England suggested, not wanting a fight to break out. He had left his island to escape the quarrel at his household after all, not to start one at Iceland’s home. He had no wish to call Finland to break the fight; Sweden might join in again and escalate it instead.
“I suppose it is time to make dinner anyway.” Denmark agreed, picking the empty mugs and heading to the kitchen, England following easily. The pair waited for them to disappear into the house before turning back to the screen, Egil removing the bag of chips they had hide under the sofa’s cushions when England and Denmark had entered the room.
“Old women.” Norway repeated, pushing a button to start the next level of the game the siblings were playing.
“Old women.” Iceland echoed before jumping when a monster attacked him and the brothers once again got lost into the game.
Author’s Notes: I did it for the lulz!