Fanfic - Axis Power Hetalia - Punk Britain
And Criminal Minds is once again distracting me. (17/22) Ack. Posted the wrong one at first.
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Author’s Notes: Insomnia is a strange, strange muse. I don’t own Iain, Aeron and Sean. Jackidy betaed this fic so many thanks to her.
Punk Britain
The Republic of Ireland was quite sure that he had drunk more than he should have and was hallucinating. There was simply not other explanation for his ex-wife to turn up dressed like a punk to a world meeting. But a glance to France, who had let out a sound quite akin to a dying whale, showed that the other man was also staring disbelieving at the British. The amused face of Denmark and disapproving stare of Sweden and Austria confirmed the verdict.
“Mom, are you drunk?” Alfred asked tactlessly and the male glared, shifting his guitar case to a more comfortable position. Matthew groaned from the seat beside him, but didn’t protest the sentiment while Alexander had to hit Christopher with his water bottle to bring him out of his shock.
“Of course I’m not drunk you wanker!” Arthur growled, placing his beloved instrument against a wall and claiming his seat beside Ireland. “Iain was supposed to come in my place today but he called me to fill in since Aeron was throwing a fit about it I simply didn’t have time to change before coming here.”
Sean supposed that made sense since Iain might become independent he needed to grow used to handle meetings again instead of leaving them to Arthur. But the blonde’s twin had reacted like the red head was breaking up with him and nearly strangled him before Scotland convinced him it was England he was leaving behind. But then Arthur had token offence and things would have turned nasty if Patrick hadn’t been present.
As far as he knew things had yet to settle between the three and would not probably after the referendum was held. Sean, having gone through already with the independence process, was going to stay clear out of the fight. While quarrels between England and Ireland were anything but pretty, a quarrel between Scotland, Wales and England was nothing short of nightmare fuel. One that Sean fervently hoped to avoid, unless it meant getting smashed with Iain at some of their pubs.
“...Let’s start the meeting then. The first...” Ireland ignored whatever Germany was rambling, more interested in the figure of his ex-wife in those tight, ripped jeans and the cleavage exposed by the equally ripped shirt. With a pair headphones hanging from his neck and a chequered scarf, no-one would think he was really the anthropomorphic representation of the United Kingdom. It was, in Sean’s honest opinion, damned distracting.
“...Sean, you are staring.” Arthur whispered, an eyebrow rose pointedly at him. Ireland shuddered, trying to ignore the fact that he wasn’t the only one staring at the blond appreciatively. But if the frog dared to put a hand where it didn’t belong and the Irish wasn’t going to answer about any missing limbs.
“Hum...” The blond shocked his head and turned back to the meeting, a plain golden earring on his earlobe catching the red head’s eyes as he did. Sean definitely needed to learn where his ex-wife had been going dressed like this and torch down the place.
“Pay attention, will you?” Ireland nodded, not really registering the words but he easily recognized the tone in which they were said. Sean, as any good husband, had learned to agree on reflex whenever his wife employed it. Even after they divorced the Irish man knew better than to disobey him when he used that tone. “Sean.”
“Yes, Arthur” The blond didn’t seem to be too convinced but he turned his attention back to South Korea’s presentation, leaving Sean free to ogle him for the rest of the morning. When Ludwig finally called a break for lunch, Sean stayed seated, entranced. He only reacted when Arthur stood to collect his guitar, reaching out to pull the British back, the man squealing loudly as he fell.
“What are you doing, you idiot?” The British protested hotly when he found himself sitting on the Irish’s lap. “Unhand me this instant, you bastard!”
“For the love of God, Arthur, are you even wearing any underwear under those?” Said male squeaked indignantly when a hand squashed his behind, the red head kissing his neck at the same time. “...You are a bloody tease, you know that?”
“Sean, we are at a sodding meeting!” England shouted, a heavy blush seething on his face as he hit the other up side the head. Sean shuddered, turning his attention to the golden earring that had been teasing him all morning. “This-This is not place for doing such things!”
“But you look so hot like this...” Arthur groaned but finally gave in, kissing the Irish man back much to the red head’s delight. “’Sides, they can get another room, building’s big enough.”
“What! Se-aaan...”
“I shall instruct the staff to prepare another room.” Germany finally pronounced after USA slammed the door closed with an undignified cry. Various countries were complaining about British’s lack of decency while others were complaining to Alfred for cutting the show off. The blond barely dogged in time when India threw Hungary’s frying pan at his head in punishment, busy shouting something about ‘bleach’.
“DAMN IT SEAN, I TOLD YO-” Canada blushed as he heard his mother’s angry shouts turn into something that was decidedly not angry. “STOP IT YOU MORON, I-”
The meeting finally resumed an hour later in a room hastily put together situated as far as possible from their original one. A rather satisfied looking Ireland and an embarrassed England turned up two hours later, but not even France dared to tease the blond after being in the receiving end of a particularly nasty glare. In the end, the British Islands provided little input about the addressed matters, as Arthur fell sleep almost immediately on Sean’s lap upon sitting.
Ireland, on his part, spent the rest of the evening glaring at France while the French gazed appreciatively at the dozing England. It did not help that Japan and Hungary stopped the meeting several times to take pictures. In the end Germany, Austria, Sweden and Switzerland banned England from the right of appearing at any kind of diplomatic meeting with any kind of clothing that didn’t constitute a suit.
Prussia, wanting to have a laugh, dragged him to the next meeting wearing a female one.
Author’s Notes: =D!
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Author’s Notes: Insomnia is a strange, strange muse. I don’t own Iain, Aeron and Sean. Jackidy betaed this fic so many thanks to her.
Punk Britain
The Republic of Ireland was quite sure that he had drunk more than he should have and was hallucinating. There was simply not other explanation for his ex-wife to turn up dressed like a punk to a world meeting. But a glance to France, who had let out a sound quite akin to a dying whale, showed that the other man was also staring disbelieving at the British. The amused face of Denmark and disapproving stare of Sweden and Austria confirmed the verdict.
“Mom, are you drunk?” Alfred asked tactlessly and the male glared, shifting his guitar case to a more comfortable position. Matthew groaned from the seat beside him, but didn’t protest the sentiment while Alexander had to hit Christopher with his water bottle to bring him out of his shock.
“Of course I’m not drunk you wanker!” Arthur growled, placing his beloved instrument against a wall and claiming his seat beside Ireland. “Iain was supposed to come in my place today but he called me to fill in since Aeron was throwing a fit about it I simply didn’t have time to change before coming here.”
Sean supposed that made sense since Iain might become independent he needed to grow used to handle meetings again instead of leaving them to Arthur. But the blonde’s twin had reacted like the red head was breaking up with him and nearly strangled him before Scotland convinced him it was England he was leaving behind. But then Arthur had token offence and things would have turned nasty if Patrick hadn’t been present.
As far as he knew things had yet to settle between the three and would not probably after the referendum was held. Sean, having gone through already with the independence process, was going to stay clear out of the fight. While quarrels between England and Ireland were anything but pretty, a quarrel between Scotland, Wales and England was nothing short of nightmare fuel. One that Sean fervently hoped to avoid, unless it meant getting smashed with Iain at some of their pubs.
“...Let’s start the meeting then. The first...” Ireland ignored whatever Germany was rambling, more interested in the figure of his ex-wife in those tight, ripped jeans and the cleavage exposed by the equally ripped shirt. With a pair headphones hanging from his neck and a chequered scarf, no-one would think he was really the anthropomorphic representation of the United Kingdom. It was, in Sean’s honest opinion, damned distracting.
“...Sean, you are staring.” Arthur whispered, an eyebrow rose pointedly at him. Ireland shuddered, trying to ignore the fact that he wasn’t the only one staring at the blond appreciatively. But if the frog dared to put a hand where it didn’t belong and the Irish wasn’t going to answer about any missing limbs.
“Hum...” The blond shocked his head and turned back to the meeting, a plain golden earring on his earlobe catching the red head’s eyes as he did. Sean definitely needed to learn where his ex-wife had been going dressed like this and torch down the place.
“Pay attention, will you?” Ireland nodded, not really registering the words but he easily recognized the tone in which they were said. Sean, as any good husband, had learned to agree on reflex whenever his wife employed it. Even after they divorced the Irish man knew better than to disobey him when he used that tone. “Sean.”
“Yes, Arthur” The blond didn’t seem to be too convinced but he turned his attention back to South Korea’s presentation, leaving Sean free to ogle him for the rest of the morning. When Ludwig finally called a break for lunch, Sean stayed seated, entranced. He only reacted when Arthur stood to collect his guitar, reaching out to pull the British back, the man squealing loudly as he fell.
“What are you doing, you idiot?” The British protested hotly when he found himself sitting on the Irish’s lap. “Unhand me this instant, you bastard!”
“For the love of God, Arthur, are you even wearing any underwear under those?” Said male squeaked indignantly when a hand squashed his behind, the red head kissing his neck at the same time. “...You are a bloody tease, you know that?”
“Sean, we are at a sodding meeting!” England shouted, a heavy blush seething on his face as he hit the other up side the head. Sean shuddered, turning his attention to the golden earring that had been teasing him all morning. “This-This is not place for doing such things!”
“But you look so hot like this...” Arthur groaned but finally gave in, kissing the Irish man back much to the red head’s delight. “’Sides, they can get another room, building’s big enough.”
“What! Se-aaan...”
“I shall instruct the staff to prepare another room.” Germany finally pronounced after USA slammed the door closed with an undignified cry. Various countries were complaining about British’s lack of decency while others were complaining to Alfred for cutting the show off. The blond barely dogged in time when India threw Hungary’s frying pan at his head in punishment, busy shouting something about ‘bleach’.
“DAMN IT SEAN, I TOLD YO-” Canada blushed as he heard his mother’s angry shouts turn into something that was decidedly not angry. “STOP IT YOU MORON, I-”
The meeting finally resumed an hour later in a room hastily put together situated as far as possible from their original one. A rather satisfied looking Ireland and an embarrassed England turned up two hours later, but not even France dared to tease the blond after being in the receiving end of a particularly nasty glare. In the end, the British Islands provided little input about the addressed matters, as Arthur fell sleep almost immediately on Sean’s lap upon sitting.
Ireland, on his part, spent the rest of the evening glaring at France while the French gazed appreciatively at the dozing England. It did not help that Japan and Hungary stopped the meeting several times to take pictures. In the end Germany, Austria, Sweden and Switzerland banned England from the right of appearing at any kind of diplomatic meeting with any kind of clothing that didn’t constitute a suit.
Prussia, wanting to have a laugh, dragged him to the next meeting wearing a female one.
Author’s Notes: =D!