[Hetalia OC] "Breath" America and the Western States
Title: "Breath"
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, Wyoming (OC), Montana (OC), Colorado (OC), North Dakota (OC), South Dakota (OC)
Prompt: Table 24, #1 Knowing when to breathe @ 5_prompts, #44 Play @ 50ficlets,
Words: 435
Rating: G
Summary: America needs to remember to take games seriously.
A/N: APH deals with the personifications of nations (and administrative areas like provinces or states).
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
America was laying on his stomach in the brush listening. He heard nothing except the whistling of the wind through the grasses, the seeds breaking up the wind with a whistling sound. He wasn’t sure if he should move quite yet. His opponents in this were quite skillful and they were intimately more acquainted with this land. He was familiar enough in it to find his way around, but to know every single hiding place that was out there was something that took a lot more time than he had to give. His opponents had it. They had been living there for a very long time and every time they challenged him he never forgot.
Snap. He froze, readying his weapon for what had to be an imminent attack. Rustling. America shifted the gun into a firing position. Closer, closer...
A rabbit, he had almost pulled the trigger on the poor thing. He let out a breath barely holding in his signature laugh. It was just the sound his challengers had been waiting for. With a hiss and a dull thud into his back America realized he’d been caught. He looked over his shoulder at the splatter of blue paint spreading across his jacket. Montana shouldered his paint ball gun.
“Surrender yet, Fed?”
America stood up, facing on of his younger states, “You know the answer to that Montana.”
Hiss, splat. Now there was a red splotch to match the blue one, this one lower on his hip.
“Watch your aim Colorado!”
“Sorry, boss. Well, do you surrender now?”
“Never.”
Splat. Green was added to the mix this time on the front of his jacket. Wyoming pushed his hat back to look him in the eye looking a bit sheepish.
“Alright, alright, I surrender before any of the rest of you decide to shoot me.” With that several more paintballs struck him in the vest. “Hey, I said I surrender!”
“Not loud enough.” said North Dakota.
“Definitely not loud enough.” added South Dakota.
“Fine,” he said quietly before yelling, “Burgers and Cokes are on me!” There was a collective excited sound as the rest of the states involved in the game, emerged from their hiding spots. To America it looked almost like they flowed out of the environment. He remembered when he could do that, when he was young and nothing more than a colony.
They walked back in good spirits, smiling and laughing about the events of the day. However, America began noticing something rather distinctive about the states’ clothing.
“Hey, why am I the only one with paint on me!”
They all laughed.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, Wyoming (OC), Montana (OC), Colorado (OC), North Dakota (OC), South Dakota (OC)
Prompt: Table 24, #1 Knowing when to breathe @ 5_prompts, #44 Play @ 50ficlets,
Words: 435
Rating: G
Summary: America needs to remember to take games seriously.
A/N: APH deals with the personifications of nations (and administrative areas like provinces or states).
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
America was laying on his stomach in the brush listening. He heard nothing except the whistling of the wind through the grasses, the seeds breaking up the wind with a whistling sound. He wasn’t sure if he should move quite yet. His opponents in this were quite skillful and they were intimately more acquainted with this land. He was familiar enough in it to find his way around, but to know every single hiding place that was out there was something that took a lot more time than he had to give. His opponents had it. They had been living there for a very long time and every time they challenged him he never forgot.
Snap. He froze, readying his weapon for what had to be an imminent attack. Rustling. America shifted the gun into a firing position. Closer, closer...
A rabbit, he had almost pulled the trigger on the poor thing. He let out a breath barely holding in his signature laugh. It was just the sound his challengers had been waiting for. With a hiss and a dull thud into his back America realized he’d been caught. He looked over his shoulder at the splatter of blue paint spreading across his jacket. Montana shouldered his paint ball gun.
“Surrender yet, Fed?”
America stood up, facing on of his younger states, “You know the answer to that Montana.”
Hiss, splat. Now there was a red splotch to match the blue one, this one lower on his hip.
“Watch your aim Colorado!”
“Sorry, boss. Well, do you surrender now?”
“Never.”
Splat. Green was added to the mix this time on the front of his jacket. Wyoming pushed his hat back to look him in the eye looking a bit sheepish.
“Alright, alright, I surrender before any of the rest of you decide to shoot me.” With that several more paintballs struck him in the vest. “Hey, I said I surrender!”
“Not loud enough.” said North Dakota.
“Definitely not loud enough.” added South Dakota.
“Fine,” he said quietly before yelling, “Burgers and Cokes are on me!” There was a collective excited sound as the rest of the states involved in the game, emerged from their hiding spots. To America it looked almost like they flowed out of the environment. He remembered when he could do that, when he was young and nothing more than a colony.
They walked back in good spirits, smiling and laughing about the events of the day. However, America began noticing something rather distinctive about the states’ clothing.
“Hey, why am I the only one with paint on me!”
They all laughed.