{Fanfic} The World, Piece by Piece (16, 17, 18/64) {Hetalia}
Title: RIP
Rating: PG
Character(s): China, Vietnam and France
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): Punching people's faces
Summary: For some reason she was an attractive country. She did not agree
She had to admit, China had really opened her mind. But that suggestive tone in his voice had to go. And so did he.
So she punched him in the face.
Vietnam certainly enjoyed her time alone until China came back with apologies and another Dynasty. Di du may...
She ended up punching him several times, but as she always ended up with her house owned by him she decided to just accept it. Plus she liked that hanzi of his. So she changed it into something usable.
Then he came.
"A flower for you, my dearest!"
Vietnam stared at the rose for a few moments and slammed the door in his face. "Lo dit," she grumbled, pretending he had not existed at any point. He continued to return. Vietnam wondered how the hell the flowers ended up on her bed. He reminded her of China. There was two of them. Vietnam could have pulled her hair out.
He stormed in one day declaring his undying love for her. With a squeak which she would never admit to she beat his head in with a sandal and he went away.
"China?"
"Yes, Vietnam?"
She hated him so much. "Can you help me?"
"What, aru?"
"This foreigner keeps coming to my house."
"Consider it done, aru."
She did not consider it done well. China introduced her to France and told her he was going to be spending some time here. He had a freaky smile.
So she punched him in the face. But, remembering China's reaction, instantly regretted it. There had to be a better way of going about this.
"I'm sorry to say China isn't going to be coming today."
Vietnam sighed, smoothing out her white Áo Dài. He spoke the obvious. "Dit con me may tec hang."
"Pardon?"
"What do you want?" she questioned. His response was the same he usually gave. Honestly. Vietnam could not see the appeal of breasts.
So she punched him in the face.
She tried calling China, but he did not return her calls. The message machine complained and complained about Japan. Vietnam felt ripped. So to make herself feel better she bought a RIP and shot him with it. And when he regained consciousness China blamed it on Japan. Vietnam was pissed.
"I hate life," she grumbled at one point, staring out the window. She was expecting the hands on her hips, but she still jumped. "Cai deo gi day?" she exclaimed, pulling away.
"Shall we?" France grinned, trying to look victorious. Vietnam glared at him, arms folded across her chest, and gun in hand. She knew he did not want to be here. She did not want him here either. Then how come he was here?
"Shall we what?" she growled, aiming the gun at him without moving her arms.
"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "Nice house you've got here."
"Di du may." She shot him. RIP cartridge 12-gauge ammunition guns were totally worth it.
Title: Missing Time
Rating: PG13
Character(s): Tony, Japan and America
Pairing(s): JPN/USA
Warning(s): Tony's mouth
Summary: Tony has mind wiping technology. It's currently on loan.
"America-san?"
"Com'on, you can at least tell me that you wiped my memory!"
Despite his pleading, Tony was insistent.
"Yeah, Japan?"
"Further tests on you would be a fucking waste of time. We didn't do nothin' to your stupid memory."
America knew that could not be right, or else he would remember last week.
"I'm not asking you tell me what you did or anything!"
"Did you just kiss me?"
"Fuck you!"
Tony left America still wondering what happened in the blank space of his memory which was up until last week.
"I'm sorry! I didn't! America! Look at this!"
"What?"
Flash.
"Damn. I wish I knew what the hell just happened!"
Japan fidgeted with the technology he had stolen from Tony and was glad America didn't.
Title: Crest
Rating: PG
Character(s): England and America
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): N/A
Summary: America is so thoughtful.
"Hey, England!"
England groaned. Because that had become an automatic reaction to dealing with America - a groan. Most people had that reaction to America. At least, the people England could label as sane.
"I know it's your birthday-" America started before England covered his mouth with a hand.
"Shh! will you?" England hissed at him. America said something muffled by England's hand and England let go of his mouth with a disgusted look, wiping off America's slime from his hand.
"I forgot some people don't like remembering how old they are, gramps," America grinned. "But I-"
"Don't want to hear it," England grumbled. America looked genuinely surprised.
"But I got you a present!" he protested. England stared at him.
"You... what?"
Shocking disbelief. England stared upon the other country. He looked so sincere, had he really done that? Was it really...
"Just because you denied it last time," America shoved the basket into his hands. "And if you're going to be kissing people, like France, then you probably want to fix up those teeth of yours." With a thumbs up and a wink, America left.
England looked down into the basket. Floss, mints, wash, those charged mechanical toothbrushes, a certificate for free dental work.
And with all of that, was tons and tons of Crest.
"Damn it America!" England yelled at the direction where the other had left in. "Just because you have to have straight, perfect, white, perfect fucking teeth! It doesn't mean anything you horrid prat! You bloody-"
Then England comprehended all what America had said.
"I don't just go around kissing anyone! Especially France!" he screamed.
That was France's deal.
Rating: PG
Character(s): China, Vietnam and France
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): Punching people's faces
Summary: For some reason she was an attractive country. She did not agree
She had to admit, China had really opened her mind. But that suggestive tone in his voice had to go. And so did he.
So she punched him in the face.
Vietnam certainly enjoyed her time alone until China came back with apologies and another Dynasty. Di du may...
She ended up punching him several times, but as she always ended up with her house owned by him she decided to just accept it. Plus she liked that hanzi of his. So she changed it into something usable.
Then he came.
"A flower for you, my dearest!"
Vietnam stared at the rose for a few moments and slammed the door in his face. "Lo dit," she grumbled, pretending he had not existed at any point. He continued to return. Vietnam wondered how the hell the flowers ended up on her bed. He reminded her of China. There was two of them. Vietnam could have pulled her hair out.
He stormed in one day declaring his undying love for her. With a squeak which she would never admit to she beat his head in with a sandal and he went away.
"China?"
"Yes, Vietnam?"
She hated him so much. "Can you help me?"
"What, aru?"
"This foreigner keeps coming to my house."
"Consider it done, aru."
She did not consider it done well. China introduced her to France and told her he was going to be spending some time here. He had a freaky smile.
So she punched him in the face. But, remembering China's reaction, instantly regretted it. There had to be a better way of going about this.
"I'm sorry to say China isn't going to be coming today."
Vietnam sighed, smoothing out her white Áo Dài. He spoke the obvious. "Dit con me may tec hang."
"Pardon?"
"What do you want?" she questioned. His response was the same he usually gave. Honestly. Vietnam could not see the appeal of breasts.
So she punched him in the face.
She tried calling China, but he did not return her calls. The message machine complained and complained about Japan. Vietnam felt ripped. So to make herself feel better she bought a RIP and shot him with it. And when he regained consciousness China blamed it on Japan. Vietnam was pissed.
"I hate life," she grumbled at one point, staring out the window. She was expecting the hands on her hips, but she still jumped. "Cai deo gi day?" she exclaimed, pulling away.
"Shall we?" France grinned, trying to look victorious. Vietnam glared at him, arms folded across her chest, and gun in hand. She knew he did not want to be here. She did not want him here either. Then how come he was here?
"Shall we what?" she growled, aiming the gun at him without moving her arms.
"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "Nice house you've got here."
"Di du may." She shot him. RIP cartridge 12-gauge ammunition guns were totally worth it.
Title: Missing Time
Rating: PG13
Character(s): Tony, Japan and America
Pairing(s): JPN/USA
Warning(s): Tony's mouth
Summary: Tony has mind wiping technology. It's currently on loan.
"America-san?"
"Com'on, you can at least tell me that you wiped my memory!"
Despite his pleading, Tony was insistent.
"Yeah, Japan?"
"Further tests on you would be a fucking waste of time. We didn't do nothin' to your stupid memory."
America knew that could not be right, or else he would remember last week.
"I'm not asking you tell me what you did or anything!"
"Did you just kiss me?"
"Fuck you!"
Tony left America still wondering what happened in the blank space of his memory which was up until last week.
"I'm sorry! I didn't! America! Look at this!"
"What?"
Flash.
"Damn. I wish I knew what the hell just happened!"
Japan fidgeted with the technology he had stolen from Tony and was glad America didn't.
Title: Crest
Rating: PG
Character(s): England and America
Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): N/A
Summary: America is so thoughtful.
"Hey, England!"
England groaned. Because that had become an automatic reaction to dealing with America - a groan. Most people had that reaction to America. At least, the people England could label as sane.
"I know it's your birthday-" America started before England covered his mouth with a hand.
"Shh! will you?" England hissed at him. America said something muffled by England's hand and England let go of his mouth with a disgusted look, wiping off America's slime from his hand.
"I forgot some people don't like remembering how old they are, gramps," America grinned. "But I-"
"Don't want to hear it," England grumbled. America looked genuinely surprised.
"But I got you a present!" he protested. England stared at him.
"You... what?"
Shocking disbelief. England stared upon the other country. He looked so sincere, had he really done that? Was it really...
"Just because you denied it last time," America shoved the basket into his hands. "And if you're going to be kissing people, like France, then you probably want to fix up those teeth of yours." With a thumbs up and a wink, America left.
England looked down into the basket. Floss, mints, wash, those charged mechanical toothbrushes, a certificate for free dental work.
And with all of that, was tons and tons of Crest.
"Damn it America!" England yelled at the direction where the other had left in. "Just because you have to have straight, perfect, white, perfect fucking teeth! It doesn't mean anything you horrid prat! You bloody-"
Then England comprehended all what America had said.
"I don't just go around kissing anyone! Especially France!" he screamed.
That was France's deal.