[Drabble] Denial isn't just a Unicorn in England
here it is, part three of my small drabble series. I thank all the people who commented on the previous ones (I am not sure if I am allowed to thank every one by replying to each single post, so I didn't, but I thank everyone here :P
First part: Fucking Unicorns
Second part: Me, damnit! not the fucking unicorns!
Title: Denial isn't just a Unicorn in England
Rating: PG
Summary: Now, how to prevent England from running from him...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia. I love USAUK.
More gratuitous GerIta for people who, like me, are fans.
America was pissed.
It didn’t take much nowadays to get America in a bad mood, but to get him pissed? Only a few things could do this; lack of hamburgers in his house and closed McDonalds was one.
And apparently, England ignoring him quickly took second place.
The nerve of him!
Apparently, America’s idea of attracting Arthur’s attention wasn’t what the British considered polite, or even acceptable -if the two of them happened to be in the same room, Arthur would excuse himself and run (dignifiedly deciding he didn’t want to be there, England called it) the hell away.
America wasn’t a pervert like France was, he didn’t go around groping him at all, so why had he acted that way? It wasn’t like Alfred had wanted to kiss him.
It wasn’t like Alfred was dreaming of kissing him again, either.
Or doing other things. Especially that part was a lie!
B-but England wasn’t paying attention to him! There hadn’t been another way to make old England stop ranting about unicorns, and it wasn’t like he had enjoyed kissing him.
The taste of those lips against his own. Those flushed cheeks. Those green eyes wide open in shock. It wasn’t like America wanted to kiss every inch of Arthur’s body, mapping it with his fingers and tongue and-
Yeah, America just wanted to make England stop talking this much about his fucking unicorns. His fucking non-existent unicorns! It wasn’t because America missed his continuous fights with England.
He’s just a hero, and he only wanted to make England safe -out of great magnanimity!
Unfortunately, America’s first point against unicorns had driven England away, and it was hard to try and reason with him (“I did it because of the unicorns, Arthur! Come back, don’t be childish!”) when England had to act like a baby and run the hell away.
Not to mention France’s proud smiles and thumbs up every time the two of them met somewhere! It wasn’t like Alfred was trying to be a perv like Francis was.
But as it was, Alfred had two possible choices -to give up and mope around (not heroic at all) or perseverate and manage to keep England still enough to (ravage him) make him see the truth.
Of course Alfred couldn’t just give up.
He was the damn hero!
“Ah, America, what are you doing here?” Alfred blinked and looked up.
There it was -Italia, blinking down at him with a perplexed and confused expression on his face; America hissed.
“How did you know it was me?!” he hissed.
He had been cleverly hiding behind a huge copy of ‘The New York Times’ with two peeping holes cut in the pages, with a large grey had and a grey coat, sitting in the park and waiting for England to pass by.
It was an ingenious plan -this way, he could follow Arthur around and when alone, he could grab him and bring him somewhere safe where he could (ravage him) talk it out!
B-but…
“… are you serious?” Italia blinked once more, then his cheerful attitude returned full force. “Ah~ America is so fun~”
Alfred twitched. “What do you mean with that! it’s not like I’m here to stalk England or anything!” he slapped his hands on his mouth, flushing. ‘Argh’ he growled at himself. Way to go!
“So this is what you’re doing here -I was actually wondering about it” Germany snorted, shaking his head, and America gasped, glaring at the blond guy. “America, you’re not onto that unicorn thing again, are you”.
America scoffed. “Someone needs to do something about that! England can’t keep deluding himself about unicorns!”
Italia giggled “but didn’t you tell him to pay attention to you?” he asked, apparently enjoying the situation in some weird way, swinging his arms around.
Germany rolled his eyes at the Italian’s antics and turned towards Alfred, waiting for an answer. Not that he cared, but still.
“No!” America shook his head and stood up, puffing out his chest and smiling victoriously. “I mean, well, yeah, but that’s only because if he concentrates on me he won’t concentrate on unicorns!”
And that made perfectly sense, of course.
Germany slapped his hand on his face. Was he that much of an idiot to even think-
“Oh~” Italia nodded happily “sounds like a plan!”
Germany repeated his gesture.
“Let’s go, Italia” he muttered. He had enough to worry about with Veneziano, there wasn’t any need to complicate his life by getting involved with America. “Didn’t you want to go to that restaurant down the street?”
Italia turned around, bouncing in happiness “of course! Ve, ve~ they have pasta there!”
Ludwig sighed and turned around, walking down the street. Italia smiled brightly and waved at America “ah, maybe you can give England flowers! Ludwig gave me flowers too! it will cheer him up! Right?” then ran to catch up with the taller man, intertwining his arm with Germany’s.
America huffed, but a part of him wondered if England would act this way with him if he were to give him…
“Why should I give him flowers!” he yelled. “Isn’t this something you do with lovers?”
“… Am-”
England, who had been taking a stroll in the park to try and relax (what with dumb America always popping up everywhere, especially after… after…), gasped out (… dignifiedly hummed if somebody asked him) and promptly turned around to run at the sight of a strangely dressed America.
He so didn’t want to talk to him.
Or face him.
Or even think about the kiss.
Preposterous! Inacceptable! Being kissed like this! The nerve of America!
England’s cheeks burned crimson at the memory and he deftly ran. He had not liked the kiss. He didn’t want to repeat it again!
… right?
‘Definitely not!’ he assured himself.
America, who had turned around at the strangled yelp, brightened up and his resolve steeled at the sight of England running from him; actually, the thought that Arthur was avoiding him stung (… because he was the hero! The hero needs everybody’s attention!), so he needed to sort things out.
Now was as good as anytime.
Thus, the chase.
Alfred prided himself to be fast, really fast, but England did have a sprint in his steps when he had to escape.
“Arthur! Stop!” he yelled, almost breathless. “I just want to -talk!”
“As if!” England turned around, growling and-
Sdeng!
-entirely missed the streetlight in front of him.
America stopped nearby, panting, but snickered at Arthur’s flushed face, also reddened by the hit.
The older Nation groaned in pain, rubbing his nose, and suddenly America felt a little less amused and a little more prompted to kiss England’s face, when Arthur looked up, tears of pain at the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly remembering what he had to do, America seized the opportunity and jumped, tackling England down on the ground and sitting on him, blocking both of his hands with his. England flushed terribly, his stomach twisting at the position, what it implied, and at the strange thought that he didn’t really mind-
“Let go, you git!” he growled, trying to get free.
Oh, good luck with that, America’s strength was inhuman.
“England” America shifted forwards, staring deep into Arthur’s green eyes by a distance of inches. “We need to talk”.
“I don’t want to” the other replied, huffing. “Your attitude… your actions… bloody hell, Alfred, you’re heavy! And you’re making a scene!” he added, even though no one was around at that time.
“No, not that -the unicorns!” was the heated reply.
Arthur stilled.
“What do you have against my unicorns!” England gasped when the grip on his wrists intensified. “Let go!”
“The fuck I have against them? They’re fucking inventions! They don’t exist!”
“Alfred! I told you already, they’re my friends! They exist! And it doesn’t seem to be the main problem here! Who gave you the rights to hold me down and insult my friends and insult me!” Arthur’s face coloured the more he yelled at Alfred, but the American stopped paying attention to the words and more to the gestures.
Maybe he could make Arthur shut up by kiss… no! why should he!
Well, maybe because Arthur did look quite kissable… and he was laying underneath him, flushed and panting and…
Alfred gasped when he felt something of him react unexpectedly at this, and almost pulled away -but didn’t.
The realisation that England was paying full attention to him hit America like a bolt. Yeah, Arthur was staring at him. Not at the unicorns. He wasn’t patting the air now. He was there. Under him. looking at him. talking to him.
Flushing for…
“I hate that those fucking unicorns are taking your attention away” he mumbled, not really sure of why he was saying that but unable to keep the words from coming out. “It makes me… angry”.
England blinked, and part of his anger was drained away.
Was Alfred…
The flush turned full force but Arthur pushed it away. No, it wasn’t possible. America had left him before. Always laughing and making fun of him and acting like a kid and hurting him even though he seemed not to notice it…
So it wasn’t like Alfred was jealous. He wasn’t really implying that-
“Pay attention to me, Arthur” Alfred murmured, moving even closer. “All of your attention, all of you…”
His low tone made England shudder, together with the close proximity and the fact that their mouths were so close and-
“… belongs to me”.
Then, Alfred finally allowed their lips to meet for their second kiss.
It was then, whilst using his tongue to taste England’s mouth, and without Arthur trying to punch him, that America had The Idea -the one that would easily solve everything.
Unicorns only went near pure people. So, he would only need to claim England as his own, and the unicorns would be naught but a memory.
He smirked in the kiss. He was going to win, get rid of the unicorn, and his hero complex would be sated by England’s attention!
America 2, Unicorns 0. And it would be complete and utter victory.
First part: Fucking Unicorns
Second part: Me, damnit! not the fucking unicorns!
Title: Denial isn't just a Unicorn in England
Rating: PG
Summary: Now, how to prevent England from running from him...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia. I love USAUK.
More gratuitous GerIta for people who, like me, are fans.
America was pissed.
It didn’t take much nowadays to get America in a bad mood, but to get him pissed? Only a few things could do this; lack of hamburgers in his house and closed McDonalds was one.
And apparently, England ignoring him quickly took second place.
The nerve of him!
Apparently, America’s idea of attracting Arthur’s attention wasn’t what the British considered polite, or even acceptable -if the two of them happened to be in the same room, Arthur would excuse himself and run (dignifiedly deciding he didn’t want to be there, England called it) the hell away.
America wasn’t a pervert like France was, he didn’t go around groping him at all, so why had he acted that way? It wasn’t like Alfred had wanted to kiss him.
It wasn’t like Alfred was dreaming of kissing him again, either.
Or doing other things. Especially that part was a lie!
B-but England wasn’t paying attention to him! There hadn’t been another way to make old England stop ranting about unicorns, and it wasn’t like he had enjoyed kissing him.
The taste of those lips against his own. Those flushed cheeks. Those green eyes wide open in shock. It wasn’t like America wanted to kiss every inch of Arthur’s body, mapping it with his fingers and tongue and-
Yeah, America just wanted to make England stop talking this much about his fucking unicorns. His fucking non-existent unicorns! It wasn’t because America missed his continuous fights with England.
He’s just a hero, and he only wanted to make England safe -out of great magnanimity!
Unfortunately, America’s first point against unicorns had driven England away, and it was hard to try and reason with him (“I did it because of the unicorns, Arthur! Come back, don’t be childish!”) when England had to act like a baby and run the hell away.
Not to mention France’s proud smiles and thumbs up every time the two of them met somewhere! It wasn’t like Alfred was trying to be a perv like Francis was.
But as it was, Alfred had two possible choices -to give up and mope around (not heroic at all) or perseverate and manage to keep England still enough to (ravage him) make him see the truth.
Of course Alfred couldn’t just give up.
He was the damn hero!
“Ah, America, what are you doing here?” Alfred blinked and looked up.
There it was -Italia, blinking down at him with a perplexed and confused expression on his face; America hissed.
“How did you know it was me?!” he hissed.
He had been cleverly hiding behind a huge copy of ‘The New York Times’ with two peeping holes cut in the pages, with a large grey had and a grey coat, sitting in the park and waiting for England to pass by.
It was an ingenious plan -this way, he could follow Arthur around and when alone, he could grab him and bring him somewhere safe where he could (ravage him) talk it out!
B-but…
“… are you serious?” Italia blinked once more, then his cheerful attitude returned full force. “Ah~ America is so fun~”
Alfred twitched. “What do you mean with that! it’s not like I’m here to stalk England or anything!” he slapped his hands on his mouth, flushing. ‘Argh’ he growled at himself. Way to go!
“So this is what you’re doing here -I was actually wondering about it” Germany snorted, shaking his head, and America gasped, glaring at the blond guy. “America, you’re not onto that unicorn thing again, are you”.
America scoffed. “Someone needs to do something about that! England can’t keep deluding himself about unicorns!”
Italia giggled “but didn’t you tell him to pay attention to you?” he asked, apparently enjoying the situation in some weird way, swinging his arms around.
Germany rolled his eyes at the Italian’s antics and turned towards Alfred, waiting for an answer. Not that he cared, but still.
“No!” America shook his head and stood up, puffing out his chest and smiling victoriously. “I mean, well, yeah, but that’s only because if he concentrates on me he won’t concentrate on unicorns!”
And that made perfectly sense, of course.
Germany slapped his hand on his face. Was he that much of an idiot to even think-
“Oh~” Italia nodded happily “sounds like a plan!”
Germany repeated his gesture.
“Let’s go, Italia” he muttered. He had enough to worry about with Veneziano, there wasn’t any need to complicate his life by getting involved with America. “Didn’t you want to go to that restaurant down the street?”
Italia turned around, bouncing in happiness “of course! Ve, ve~ they have pasta there!”
Ludwig sighed and turned around, walking down the street. Italia smiled brightly and waved at America “ah, maybe you can give England flowers! Ludwig gave me flowers too! it will cheer him up! Right?” then ran to catch up with the taller man, intertwining his arm with Germany’s.
America huffed, but a part of him wondered if England would act this way with him if he were to give him…
“Why should I give him flowers!” he yelled. “Isn’t this something you do with lovers?”
“… Am-”
England, who had been taking a stroll in the park to try and relax (what with dumb America always popping up everywhere, especially after… after…), gasped out (… dignifiedly hummed if somebody asked him) and promptly turned around to run at the sight of a strangely dressed America.
He so didn’t want to talk to him.
Or face him.
Or even think about the kiss.
Preposterous! Inacceptable! Being kissed like this! The nerve of America!
England’s cheeks burned crimson at the memory and he deftly ran. He had not liked the kiss. He didn’t want to repeat it again!
… right?
‘Definitely not!’ he assured himself.
America, who had turned around at the strangled yelp, brightened up and his resolve steeled at the sight of England running from him; actually, the thought that Arthur was avoiding him stung (… because he was the hero! The hero needs everybody’s attention!), so he needed to sort things out.
Now was as good as anytime.
Thus, the chase.
Alfred prided himself to be fast, really fast, but England did have a sprint in his steps when he had to escape.
“Arthur! Stop!” he yelled, almost breathless. “I just want to -talk!”
“As if!” England turned around, growling and-
Sdeng!
-entirely missed the streetlight in front of him.
America stopped nearby, panting, but snickered at Arthur’s flushed face, also reddened by the hit.
The older Nation groaned in pain, rubbing his nose, and suddenly America felt a little less amused and a little more prompted to kiss England’s face, when Arthur looked up, tears of pain at the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly remembering what he had to do, America seized the opportunity and jumped, tackling England down on the ground and sitting on him, blocking both of his hands with his. England flushed terribly, his stomach twisting at the position, what it implied, and at the strange thought that he didn’t really mind-
“Let go, you git!” he growled, trying to get free.
Oh, good luck with that, America’s strength was inhuman.
“England” America shifted forwards, staring deep into Arthur’s green eyes by a distance of inches. “We need to talk”.
“I don’t want to” the other replied, huffing. “Your attitude… your actions… bloody hell, Alfred, you’re heavy! And you’re making a scene!” he added, even though no one was around at that time.
“No, not that -the unicorns!” was the heated reply.
Arthur stilled.
“What do you have against my unicorns!” England gasped when the grip on his wrists intensified. “Let go!”
“The fuck I have against them? They’re fucking inventions! They don’t exist!”
“Alfred! I told you already, they’re my friends! They exist! And it doesn’t seem to be the main problem here! Who gave you the rights to hold me down and insult my friends and insult me!” Arthur’s face coloured the more he yelled at Alfred, but the American stopped paying attention to the words and more to the gestures.
Maybe he could make Arthur shut up by kiss… no! why should he!
Well, maybe because Arthur did look quite kissable… and he was laying underneath him, flushed and panting and…
Alfred gasped when he felt something of him react unexpectedly at this, and almost pulled away -but didn’t.
The realisation that England was paying full attention to him hit America like a bolt. Yeah, Arthur was staring at him. Not at the unicorns. He wasn’t patting the air now. He was there. Under him. looking at him. talking to him.
Flushing for…
“I hate that those fucking unicorns are taking your attention away” he mumbled, not really sure of why he was saying that but unable to keep the words from coming out. “It makes me… angry”.
England blinked, and part of his anger was drained away.
Was Alfred…
The flush turned full force but Arthur pushed it away. No, it wasn’t possible. America had left him before. Always laughing and making fun of him and acting like a kid and hurting him even though he seemed not to notice it…
So it wasn’t like Alfred was jealous. He wasn’t really implying that-
“Pay attention to me, Arthur” Alfred murmured, moving even closer. “All of your attention, all of you…”
His low tone made England shudder, together with the close proximity and the fact that their mouths were so close and-
“… belongs to me”.
Then, Alfred finally allowed their lips to meet for their second kiss.
It was then, whilst using his tongue to taste England’s mouth, and without Arthur trying to punch him, that America had The Idea -the one that would easily solve everything.
Unicorns only went near pure people. So, he would only need to claim England as his own, and the unicorns would be naught but a memory.
He smirked in the kiss. He was going to win, get rid of the unicorn, and his hero complex would be sated by England’s attention!
America 2, Unicorns 0. And it would be complete and utter victory.