Hetalia Fictions <3
Hey everyone~ This is my first public post of Hetalia stuff (hehehe) but this is just...one I haven't done for the kink meme. Well, this first one is one I didn't do. The other two, they're from the kink meme.
Yes, I'm De-anoning myself!!
Title: The Dark Night
Author/Artist: Me! :D
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Australia, America, England, US/UK if you look for it.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Australia's potty mouth
Summary: One fine morning, Australia learns something that shakes him to the core.
The Dark Night
It started as a normal day for Steve. He woke to his koala playing Dropbear on his chest and the sound of kookaburras outside his window. A normal day, for Australia. With a grin, he flew out of bed and into the guest room. Considering he was hosting the nations for this years’ world conference, he invited Arthur and Alfred over a few days early to relax and enjoy the time before (as Toro joked) all hell broke loose.
"Hey, guys, up and attem!" Steve shouted. He heard Alfred grumble in the back. Arthur didn't move at all. "If you don't move, I'll send in the dropbear."
"Aah! I'm up!!" Alfred shot up, looking at Steve. "And I'll get Arthur up too."
"'m awake..." came a grumble from Arthur's bed. Steve smiled.
"I'll make ya a fresh cuppa, Old Man, don't worry." Steve said, almost cheerfully before going to his kitchen, the koala already waiting at the back door to be let out for his breakfast. Steve kicked the door open and put the kettle on for the tea. As it boiled and the toast started cooking, he hunted for the tea bags he had stored away.
Arthur wandered into the kitchen, still half asleep. His attention snapped to as he heard a smash.
"Steve, you okay?" Arthur asked, careful of the fragments of the now-dropped cup.
"S-something's wrong, really wrong," Steve looked around the kitchen in a panic.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Arthur snapped. He regretted it as soon as he saw Steve's face.
"Something's wrong! I can feel it, something's wrong!" Steve almost shouted. Before Arthur got a chance to say anything, Alfred stuck his head in.
"Uh, Steve...you...might want to see this," Alfred said, motioning back to the tv. Before another word was said, Steve ran into the living room. Arthur followed at a more sedate pace.
"No..." Steve moaned weakly, his eyes fixed on the TV. "No, not him..."
Arthur finally knew why Steve felt ill at ease. Every TV station was announcing the death of Heath Ledger. He should have recognised it - Arthur personally felt the same when his English Rose, Princess Dianne of Wales passed on.
"Steve, I'm sorry," Alfred spoke softly. Steve fell to his knees, crying.
"Shit!! Why him? Never...never thought he would..." The rest of Steve's ranting was covered in a burst of tears as he mourned with his countrymen. Alfred looked up at Arthur.
"I'm going to call Ludwig," he explained. "He's in no state to be going anywhere right now."
Arthur nodded and took Alfred's place at Steve's side as the American went to call his German counterpart. As Arthur brought Steve into his arms, he tried to recall a time outside of war where Steve was this far into despair. There was none he could think of.
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The world meeting went ahead that day, running an hour behind schedule. When Steve entered the room, his koala in his arms, everyone gave him their condolences. Kiku even gave Steve a comfort hug, as he knew how popular the star was in his own nation. Steve gave everyone a smile, tears still coursing down his cheeks.
"Thanks, everyone," he spoke. "I am sorry for my delay, but we'll try to get everything back on track."
Australia stayed strong through the meeting, shuddering and crying silently as more emotions flooded through him as unknown details were released to the public. But he never once stopped smiling, because he knew that the all-Aussie bloke - loved by many - would prefer the smiles over tears.
Notes: I know a lot of people here in Australia were shaken by the news that Heath Ledger had passed away - myself one of them. It was not the way I wanted to wake up in the morning. It was more shocking to discover that he was suffering major depression and stress.
Toro - short for Heketoro. This is my name for New Zealand. It's a maori name meaning "Fairy Spirit". Of course, us Commonwealth colonies as we are, we try to distance ourselves from England. I could see NZ shortening his name, for ease. Especially if you were a bloke, named after a fairy XDD
And dropbears? Urban legend. Or are they? >3 Check wikipedia for more info
This is the first of the two kink meme fills I've done - this one was one that took me a little while to work on.
Title: The Lifeblood of London
Author/Artist: Me again!! XD
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, US/UK pairing
Rating: PG for safety
Warnings: America's potty mouth this time
Summary: On July 7th, London was attacked. How did Arthur cope?
The Lifeblood of London
The bombings shook the world. Everyone, across all the nations, were glued to their tvs. All were desperate for news.
None moreso than Alfred. He knew Arthur considered those trains to be the lifeblood of London, and how he would suffer without them.
When he couldn't call Arthur - either through his mobile or the emergency contact number - Alfred panicked. His boss would not let him fly out to personally see how Arthur was fairing.
"It's too risky," Alfred's president said. "They might target you while you're over there." Reluctantly, Alfred waited until the next world meeeting.
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The meeting room was filled with a sudden hush as Arthur limped in. Everyone could smell the sulfur on him, even though he would have showered at least a dozen times before the meeting started. Only the few that knew Arthur closely could see he was walking with a very pained limp, but very well hidden behind a mask of determination. It was then Alfred decided to go see his friend after the meeting was up.
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Arthur sighed, gingerly dropping his briefcase on the floor before sitting on the bed. He knew everyone could see the damages the bombers left on the old nation. But nobody (or at least, he thought nobody) knew he was actually on the trains when the bombs went off. Ignoring his numerous injuries, he helped to pull his people to safety before the pain overwhelmed him and he collapsed. Arthur was left with a fractured leg, smoke inhalation and various cuts and bruises. Most of those were healed now, but the leg would take a little longer.
Arthur was startled from his daydreaming by a knock at his door. He knew that incessant banging could only belong to one person. With a sigh, Arthur limped over to the door.
"Alfred, what are you doing here?" Arthur snapped. "I do have paperwork to finish before tomorrow, and so do you."
Alfred shuffled on the spot, feeling awkward, "Can I come in? Please?"
Arthur sighed and stepped aside. He couldn't say no when Alfred was being sincere. Alfred walked into the room and hovered in the living area.
"How, how are you doing?" he asked awkwardly. Arthur walked slowly to one of the living room chairs, slow to hide the limp.
"As fine as one can be, Alfred," Arthur didn't mean to sound as snappy as he did, evident of Alfred's reaction. "I'm fine, really. I'm almost completely well, and have paperwork to finish."
"I know...Uhh..." Alfred looked down at his hands. "I-Is there anything I can do? I would have flown out as soon as I could, but my boss wouldn't let me."
'Other than leave me alone,' Arthur thought. Out loud, Arthur said "There is nothing you can do that you can do now that hasn't been done already. Now, will you just le--"
Arthur was cut off when he noticed that Alfred was...crying?
"Shit, Arthur, this is all my fault," Alfred covered his face with one hand, Texas dangling from the other.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Arthur almost demanded.
"T-This happened 'cause you helped me, w-when the twin towers fell." Arthur winced at the raw emotion in Alfred's voice. "I-If I didn' beg you to h-help me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
Arthur let out a small sigh. He stood in front of Alfred and cupped his face, brushing the tears from the now rosey cheeks. "Alfred, even if you didn't ask for help, I would have given it to you."
Alfred sniffled - something which he denies later on - "You're lying. You hate me, everyone knows it."
There are three ways to shut Alfred up. One was to offer him some of his horrible greasy burgers. The second was to forcefeed him said burgers.
Arthur took option three.
Alfred's teary tirade ended when Arthur kissed him. Arthur gave him a glare that he would normally get after personally insulting the British cooking.
"I would go to the end of the Earth to help you, regardless if my boss permitted me or not. Now, stop that crying," Arthur scolded Alfred, who chuckled softly.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you cared about me." Alfred said softly.
Arthur sighed. "I don't hate you as much as people believe."
"D-Does that mean you-"
"We can discuss this in lengths after the meeting," Arthur said, trying to stop the inevitable conversation. "We both have paperwork to complete, you moreso." Arthur finished by placing Texas back on Alfred's face.
Alfred nodded, "Alright. Make sure you ask me if you need help - that is the hero's job after all."
"You and that hero stuff," Arthur joked. He wasn't expecting Alfred's next move. Alfred had wrapped his arms around Arthur gently and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, which Arthur returned.
"Seriously," Alfred said, a serious tone in his voice, "If you need anything, call me. I hate seeing you get hurt, especially on my behalf." Alfred gave him one more kiss before exiting the room as swiftly as he entered it.
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The next day at the meeting, most kept their shock hidden as the day flew past with only one fight between the USA and Great Britain, over the properties of sending coffee to poor countries instead of tea. Those who were the most observant would swear that Alfred was holding Arthur's hand under the table, with no complaints from the latter.
Notes: Aah, this story. Not much to say about this one, except I did a small amount of research, to just check dates and stuff. US/UK = <3 for me XDD
Here is the last of them, and the most amusing of the lot!
Title: Untitled (or, The Thong-capade!)
Author/Artist: Me, again XD
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Australia, America, England, it's held at a world conference, it's gonna be just about everyone XDD
Rating: PG
Warnings: Talks of thongs
Summary: In the middle of a meeting, Australia asks something that...shocks people.
During the middle of the meeting, Steve slumped back in his chair and popped his feet (boots and all) on the table.
"Where can a bloke get a good pair of thongs around here?" He shouted, mainly to America who was about to leave to get a coffee.
The whole room went silent as everyone turned to look at the unashamed Australia.
Then the mumbles started.
"How uncouth," Austria muttered.
Sweden picked up Finland and Sealand and carried them out of the room, with Finland complaining about not being his wife, and Sealand shouting out why he couldn't stay in there.
Many of the other countries backed away from the head of the table, seeing England's face going as red as one of Spain's tomatoes. Hungary and Japan, on the other hand, stayed somewhat closer in hopes of grabbing a photo of Australia in his thong.
New Zealand, on the other hand, left the room so he could laugh his ass off without disturbing everyone.
"Ve, ve, Ludwig," North Italy pipped up, tugging on Germany's arm. "Why is Australia talking about thongs? Aren't they uncomfortable to wear?"
"Why are you asking me about that?" Germany snapped, blushing (to the glee of Prussia).
"Thongs aren't uncomfortable, mate!" Steve shouted over to North Italy. "The way they fit allows the body to breath, no pain whatso ever."
"Bloody hell, Australia, didn't I raise you better than that!?" England finally snapped. America went to put a hand on England's shoulder to calm him down.
"The hell you talking about, old man?" Steve smirked. "You didn't raise me. Just dumped a bunch'a criminals on me doorstep and left me to deal with them!"
"I thought you'd have the decorum to keep discussions of your undergarments to a private venue!" England shouted, shaking America off.
"Who said I was talking about underwear?" Steve looked around. "I was talking about me thongs. Me feet are killin' me, and I lost my last pair at the beach yesterday."
"...why would you wear a thong on your feet? That's just stupid!" South Italy shouted out before Spain could cover his mouth.
"Uh, Arthur," America spoke softly, "I think he was talking about flip-flops."
"Yeah," Steve nodded at America, "Those things. Where can I get some?"
The population of the whole room facepalmed, excluding North Italy. He kept asking Steve about his thongs.
Notes: Australians are lazy buggers - we don't say "my", we say "me" instead.
America doesn't know what Australia was talking about to being with. Only New Zealand did. But I found that, Americans were quick to pick up the hint of when I was talking about thongs, they were for feet, not for underwear.
Yes, I'm De-anoning myself!!
Title: The Dark Night
Author/Artist: Me! :D
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Australia, America, England, US/UK if you look for it.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Australia's potty mouth
Summary: One fine morning, Australia learns something that shakes him to the core.
The Dark Night
It started as a normal day for Steve. He woke to his koala playing Dropbear on his chest and the sound of kookaburras outside his window. A normal day, for Australia. With a grin, he flew out of bed and into the guest room. Considering he was hosting the nations for this years’ world conference, he invited Arthur and Alfred over a few days early to relax and enjoy the time before (as Toro joked) all hell broke loose.
"Hey, guys, up and attem!" Steve shouted. He heard Alfred grumble in the back. Arthur didn't move at all. "If you don't move, I'll send in the dropbear."
"Aah! I'm up!!" Alfred shot up, looking at Steve. "And I'll get Arthur up too."
"'m awake..." came a grumble from Arthur's bed. Steve smiled.
"I'll make ya a fresh cuppa, Old Man, don't worry." Steve said, almost cheerfully before going to his kitchen, the koala already waiting at the back door to be let out for his breakfast. Steve kicked the door open and put the kettle on for the tea. As it boiled and the toast started cooking, he hunted for the tea bags he had stored away.
Arthur wandered into the kitchen, still half asleep. His attention snapped to as he heard a smash.
"Steve, you okay?" Arthur asked, careful of the fragments of the now-dropped cup.
"S-something's wrong, really wrong," Steve looked around the kitchen in a panic.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Arthur snapped. He regretted it as soon as he saw Steve's face.
"Something's wrong! I can feel it, something's wrong!" Steve almost shouted. Before Arthur got a chance to say anything, Alfred stuck his head in.
"Uh, Steve...you...might want to see this," Alfred said, motioning back to the tv. Before another word was said, Steve ran into the living room. Arthur followed at a more sedate pace.
"No..." Steve moaned weakly, his eyes fixed on the TV. "No, not him..."
Arthur finally knew why Steve felt ill at ease. Every TV station was announcing the death of Heath Ledger. He should have recognised it - Arthur personally felt the same when his English Rose, Princess Dianne of Wales passed on.
"Steve, I'm sorry," Alfred spoke softly. Steve fell to his knees, crying.
"Shit!! Why him? Never...never thought he would..." The rest of Steve's ranting was covered in a burst of tears as he mourned with his countrymen. Alfred looked up at Arthur.
"I'm going to call Ludwig," he explained. "He's in no state to be going anywhere right now."
Arthur nodded and took Alfred's place at Steve's side as the American went to call his German counterpart. As Arthur brought Steve into his arms, he tried to recall a time outside of war where Steve was this far into despair. There was none he could think of.
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The world meeting went ahead that day, running an hour behind schedule. When Steve entered the room, his koala in his arms, everyone gave him their condolences. Kiku even gave Steve a comfort hug, as he knew how popular the star was in his own nation. Steve gave everyone a smile, tears still coursing down his cheeks.
"Thanks, everyone," he spoke. "I am sorry for my delay, but we'll try to get everything back on track."
Australia stayed strong through the meeting, shuddering and crying silently as more emotions flooded through him as unknown details were released to the public. But he never once stopped smiling, because he knew that the all-Aussie bloke - loved by many - would prefer the smiles over tears.
Notes: I know a lot of people here in Australia were shaken by the news that Heath Ledger had passed away - myself one of them. It was not the way I wanted to wake up in the morning. It was more shocking to discover that he was suffering major depression and stress.
Toro - short for Heketoro. This is my name for New Zealand. It's a maori name meaning "Fairy Spirit". Of course, us Commonwealth colonies as we are, we try to distance ourselves from England. I could see NZ shortening his name, for ease. Especially if you were a bloke, named after a fairy XDD
And dropbears? Urban legend. Or are they? >3 Check wikipedia for more info
This is the first of the two kink meme fills I've done - this one was one that took me a little while to work on.
Title: The Lifeblood of London
Author/Artist: Me again!! XD
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, US/UK pairing
Rating: PG for safety
Warnings: America's potty mouth this time
Summary: On July 7th, London was attacked. How did Arthur cope?
The Lifeblood of London
The bombings shook the world. Everyone, across all the nations, were glued to their tvs. All were desperate for news.
None moreso than Alfred. He knew Arthur considered those trains to be the lifeblood of London, and how he would suffer without them.
When he couldn't call Arthur - either through his mobile or the emergency contact number - Alfred panicked. His boss would not let him fly out to personally see how Arthur was fairing.
"It's too risky," Alfred's president said. "They might target you while you're over there." Reluctantly, Alfred waited until the next world meeeting.
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The meeting room was filled with a sudden hush as Arthur limped in. Everyone could smell the sulfur on him, even though he would have showered at least a dozen times before the meeting started. Only the few that knew Arthur closely could see he was walking with a very pained limp, but very well hidden behind a mask of determination. It was then Alfred decided to go see his friend after the meeting was up.
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Arthur sighed, gingerly dropping his briefcase on the floor before sitting on the bed. He knew everyone could see the damages the bombers left on the old nation. But nobody (or at least, he thought nobody) knew he was actually on the trains when the bombs went off. Ignoring his numerous injuries, he helped to pull his people to safety before the pain overwhelmed him and he collapsed. Arthur was left with a fractured leg, smoke inhalation and various cuts and bruises. Most of those were healed now, but the leg would take a little longer.
Arthur was startled from his daydreaming by a knock at his door. He knew that incessant banging could only belong to one person. With a sigh, Arthur limped over to the door.
"Alfred, what are you doing here?" Arthur snapped. "I do have paperwork to finish before tomorrow, and so do you."
Alfred shuffled on the spot, feeling awkward, "Can I come in? Please?"
Arthur sighed and stepped aside. He couldn't say no when Alfred was being sincere. Alfred walked into the room and hovered in the living area.
"How, how are you doing?" he asked awkwardly. Arthur walked slowly to one of the living room chairs, slow to hide the limp.
"As fine as one can be, Alfred," Arthur didn't mean to sound as snappy as he did, evident of Alfred's reaction. "I'm fine, really. I'm almost completely well, and have paperwork to finish."
"I know...Uhh..." Alfred looked down at his hands. "I-Is there anything I can do? I would have flown out as soon as I could, but my boss wouldn't let me."
'Other than leave me alone,' Arthur thought. Out loud, Arthur said "There is nothing you can do that you can do now that hasn't been done already. Now, will you just le--"
Arthur was cut off when he noticed that Alfred was...crying?
"Shit, Arthur, this is all my fault," Alfred covered his face with one hand, Texas dangling from the other.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Arthur almost demanded.
"T-This happened 'cause you helped me, w-when the twin towers fell." Arthur winced at the raw emotion in Alfred's voice. "I-If I didn' beg you to h-help me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
Arthur let out a small sigh. He stood in front of Alfred and cupped his face, brushing the tears from the now rosey cheeks. "Alfred, even if you didn't ask for help, I would have given it to you."
Alfred sniffled - something which he denies later on - "You're lying. You hate me, everyone knows it."
There are three ways to shut Alfred up. One was to offer him some of his horrible greasy burgers. The second was to forcefeed him said burgers.
Arthur took option three.
Alfred's teary tirade ended when Arthur kissed him. Arthur gave him a glare that he would normally get after personally insulting the British cooking.
"I would go to the end of the Earth to help you, regardless if my boss permitted me or not. Now, stop that crying," Arthur scolded Alfred, who chuckled softly.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you cared about me." Alfred said softly.
Arthur sighed. "I don't hate you as much as people believe."
"D-Does that mean you-"
"We can discuss this in lengths after the meeting," Arthur said, trying to stop the inevitable conversation. "We both have paperwork to complete, you moreso." Arthur finished by placing Texas back on Alfred's face.
Alfred nodded, "Alright. Make sure you ask me if you need help - that is the hero's job after all."
"You and that hero stuff," Arthur joked. He wasn't expecting Alfred's next move. Alfred had wrapped his arms around Arthur gently and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, which Arthur returned.
"Seriously," Alfred said, a serious tone in his voice, "If you need anything, call me. I hate seeing you get hurt, especially on my behalf." Alfred gave him one more kiss before exiting the room as swiftly as he entered it.
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The next day at the meeting, most kept their shock hidden as the day flew past with only one fight between the USA and Great Britain, over the properties of sending coffee to poor countries instead of tea. Those who were the most observant would swear that Alfred was holding Arthur's hand under the table, with no complaints from the latter.
Notes: Aah, this story. Not much to say about this one, except I did a small amount of research, to just check dates and stuff. US/UK = <3 for me XDD
Here is the last of them, and the most amusing of the lot!
Title: Untitled (or, The Thong-capade!)
Author/Artist: Me, again XD
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Australia, America, England, it's held at a world conference, it's gonna be just about everyone XDD
Rating: PG
Warnings: Talks of thongs
Summary: In the middle of a meeting, Australia asks something that...shocks people.
During the middle of the meeting, Steve slumped back in his chair and popped his feet (boots and all) on the table.
"Where can a bloke get a good pair of thongs around here?" He shouted, mainly to America who was about to leave to get a coffee.
The whole room went silent as everyone turned to look at the unashamed Australia.
Then the mumbles started.
"How uncouth," Austria muttered.
Sweden picked up Finland and Sealand and carried them out of the room, with Finland complaining about not being his wife, and Sealand shouting out why he couldn't stay in there.
Many of the other countries backed away from the head of the table, seeing England's face going as red as one of Spain's tomatoes. Hungary and Japan, on the other hand, stayed somewhat closer in hopes of grabbing a photo of Australia in his thong.
New Zealand, on the other hand, left the room so he could laugh his ass off without disturbing everyone.
"Ve, ve, Ludwig," North Italy pipped up, tugging on Germany's arm. "Why is Australia talking about thongs? Aren't they uncomfortable to wear?"
"Why are you asking me about that?" Germany snapped, blushing (to the glee of Prussia).
"Thongs aren't uncomfortable, mate!" Steve shouted over to North Italy. "The way they fit allows the body to breath, no pain whatso ever."
"Bloody hell, Australia, didn't I raise you better than that!?" England finally snapped. America went to put a hand on England's shoulder to calm him down.
"The hell you talking about, old man?" Steve smirked. "You didn't raise me. Just dumped a bunch'a criminals on me doorstep and left me to deal with them!"
"I thought you'd have the decorum to keep discussions of your undergarments to a private venue!" England shouted, shaking America off.
"Who said I was talking about underwear?" Steve looked around. "I was talking about me thongs. Me feet are killin' me, and I lost my last pair at the beach yesterday."
"...why would you wear a thong on your feet? That's just stupid!" South Italy shouted out before Spain could cover his mouth.
"Uh, Arthur," America spoke softly, "I think he was talking about flip-flops."
"Yeah," Steve nodded at America, "Those things. Where can I get some?"
The population of the whole room facepalmed, excluding North Italy. He kept asking Steve about his thongs.
Notes: Australians are lazy buggers - we don't say "my", we say "me" instead.
America doesn't know what Australia was talking about to being with. Only New Zealand did. But I found that, Americans were quick to pick up the hint of when I was talking about thongs, they were for feet, not for underwear.