Hetalia Fanfic: Pink's, Like, Totally In This Season
Title: Pink's, Like, Totally In This Season
Fandom: Hetalia
Character(s): Poland, Romano
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 273
Genre: humor
Rating: PG-13/T (mainly for Romano's mouth)
Notes: So, two friends started talking on one of my posts (about Palermo's soccer team and the pink kits), and there was pretending to be Poland, so this fic was born. >>;; I wrote this right before taking a nap, soooo it may not make much sense? Lol, first time writing Poland. XD (EDIT: Forgot small translations notes. Aspetta means 'wait' in Italian, and merda means 'shit' in Italian. XD)
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"You should, like, totally loosen up and be more like Italy," Poland said, twirling a strand of hair.
"I am Italy, you moron," Romano replied with a scowl.
Poland just waved his manicured hand dismissively. "Semantics. Like, you know I mean North Italy. He totally has a better fashion sense than you, you know."
Refraining from calling some mafiosi and letting them do him a favor, Romano gritted his teeth; he did not want to create an international incident by killing Poland. "Just because he has Milan-"
"Nah, that's not why," Poland interrupted, splaying out his arms. "He appreciates pink! Nothing's pink here. Like, it's some kinda crime!"
"What the hell?" Romano questioned, clearly aggravated. "Of course nothing's pink here! It's stupid!"
Poland gasped dramatically. "What? That's not, like, true!" he exclaimed. "You should have more pink! It's totally in for like ever."
Romano rolled his eyes. "Nothing could make pink cool," he replied, "not even soccer."
"Huh? Soccer..." Poland paused then grinned. "Like, what's the name of this city's soccer team?"
"Palermo," Romano answered then noticed the glint in Poland's eye. "Wait, what the hell are you up to?"
"Palermo's totally gonna rock a pink and black kit from now on!" Poland announced with a flourish. "It'll be rockin'. You'll, like, love it."
Romano stared as Poland set off towards the soccer stadium. "Aspetta! Merda! Poland, get back here! No fucking way!"
Poland laughed. "Like, if you don't make their kits pink, I'm like totally gonna make this island's capitol Warsaw!"
With that, Poland skipped out of sight. Romano blanched, looking ill before chasing after the blond, screaming obscenities as he went.
Fandom: Hetalia
Character(s): Poland, Romano
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 273
Genre: humor
Rating: PG-13/T (mainly for Romano's mouth)
Notes: So, two friends started talking on one of my posts (about Palermo's soccer team and the pink kits), and there was pretending to be Poland, so this fic was born. >>;; I wrote this right before taking a nap, soooo it may not make much sense? Lol, first time writing Poland. XD (EDIT: Forgot small translations notes. Aspetta means 'wait' in Italian, and merda means 'shit' in Italian. XD)
Link: original comment
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"You should, like, totally loosen up and be more like Italy," Poland said, twirling a strand of hair.
"I am Italy, you moron," Romano replied with a scowl.
Poland just waved his manicured hand dismissively. "Semantics. Like, you know I mean North Italy. He totally has a better fashion sense than you, you know."
Refraining from calling some mafiosi and letting them do him a favor, Romano gritted his teeth; he did not want to create an international incident by killing Poland. "Just because he has Milan-"
"Nah, that's not why," Poland interrupted, splaying out his arms. "He appreciates pink! Nothing's pink here. Like, it's some kinda crime!"
"What the hell?" Romano questioned, clearly aggravated. "Of course nothing's pink here! It's stupid!"
Poland gasped dramatically. "What? That's not, like, true!" he exclaimed. "You should have more pink! It's totally in for like ever."
Romano rolled his eyes. "Nothing could make pink cool," he replied, "not even soccer."
"Huh? Soccer..." Poland paused then grinned. "Like, what's the name of this city's soccer team?"
"Palermo," Romano answered then noticed the glint in Poland's eye. "Wait, what the hell are you up to?"
"Palermo's totally gonna rock a pink and black kit from now on!" Poland announced with a flourish. "It'll be rockin'. You'll, like, love it."
Romano stared as Poland set off towards the soccer stadium. "Aspetta! Merda! Poland, get back here! No fucking way!"
Poland laughed. "Like, if you don't make their kits pink, I'm like totally gonna make this island's capitol Warsaw!"
With that, Poland skipped out of sight. Romano blanched, looking ill before chasing after the blond, screaming obscenities as he went.