Milestones: Part 3"All done!" England happily announced.
America stood dripping in the tub. England had just finished pouring a bucket of water over him. Any lingering suds or dirt had now been rinsed off. America was still in the same position he had used to brace himself for the short shower: standing with his eyes shut and holding his nose with his hand. England took a large towel and lifted his little brother out of the tub with it.
"Don't you feel better now that you're clean?" England asked America as he dried the boy off.
America grumbled something incoherent. He was still pouting about having to take the bath. To tell the truth, he would still be fighting England's efforts to bath him at this moment if England had not won his cooperation part-way through the bath. Remembering why he had surrendered his fight, the boy began to wiggle a bit in the soft cloth. England was busy rubbing Ame
Milestones: Part 1"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"Milestones: Part 14 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The formally peaceful afternoon in the American colonies was shattered by the sudden exclamation. The door of a certain house burst open; scaring the few birds that had gathered on the front lawn and causing them to scatter. They watched from a safe distance as a certain little boy, followed closely by a certain older male, rushed out of the house.
"Stop this foolishness, and get back in the house!" England ordered as he chased after his fleeing brother.
"No!" America stubbornly shot back at him.
The boy was heading for the yard gate and sweet freedom, but England blocked his way at the last second. England made a grab at him. Young America narrowly managed to avoid capture as he ducked, turned, and raced away in the other direction. England cursed under his breath and chased after America again.
The brothers ran about in the yard for a time. America ran back and forth in circles and zig-
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The full bathtub was waiting for them when they entered the washing room. America was still struggling to get free as England held him above the water. When America noticed what was below him, he stopped kicking and pulled his legs up automatically. England had to smile when he saw America recoil, but he did not mock the boy any further. He needed to concentrate if he was going to get his unwilling brother properly cleaned. So, England carefully re-adjusted his grip on the boy until he was holding America solely by his clothes. He shook the shirt hard and America began to slip out of it. Poor America held on as tight as he could, but England was relentless. He shook harder and harder until the boy finally lost his grip and descended into the tub with a prominent SPLASH!
England calmly tossed America's dirt and food-stained shirt over his head after the messy boy had been discarded from it.
Playmates Part 4It had all happened so fast: England jerking America off of Canada, America grabbing onto Canada's bear in a desperate attempt to stay on the ground, and Canada reacting by clinging onto his bear with all his might. Immediately following his instinctive action, Canada had felt himself lifting off the ground slightly. Then, the sickening RIIIIIIIIIP had sounded out, and Canada had felt his body descend briefly. He now found himself firmly planted on the floor once more. As soon as he had landed, Canada had heard all of the commotion in the room die. Where there had been the sounds of laughter and play, there was now an uncomfortable silence. Neither England nor America were making a sound. Canada remained curled around his bear in a protective pose. He had a feeling something horrible had happened. The silence around him caused the feeling to intensify. Deep down, he hadPlaymates Part 44 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Close Shave: Part 1"Engwand?"Close Shave: Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why do you do dat?"
England had to finish working on his upper lip before he could answer. "Do what, America?" he asked; never taking his eyes off of the looking glass, as he carefully moved on to another part of his face.
"Dat," America repeated, pointing up to England's face innocently. "Why do you do dat every mornin'?"
England finally glanced down at America to see the curious child pointing at his face. "Oh, you are referring this?" he asked with a gesture to his razor. "I am only shaving." The nation turned back to the mirror to continue his work, but his young colony was not satisfied.
"Why do ya shave for?"
"It's 'Why do you shave?'" England corrected. "And I do it, because I must."
"Well " England tried not to lose focus on his delicate morning ritual, while at the same time, his mind worked to come up with a more informed answer that would sati
Playmates Part 7 EndThe boys quickly made their way into the kitchen; one giggling to himself, while the other followed along not quite as enthusiastically. America dropped Canada's wrist to run off on his own, as soon as they reached the middle of the room. Canada, who was very glad the running had stopped, stayed in place to catch his breath. Also very glad to get his arm back, he rubbed his wrist where America had been squeezing it.Playmates Part 7 End3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meanwhile, America's bare feet pattered their way up to a table in the kitchen. Once beside the table, America began jumping up and down. With every little jump, his eager eyes would peak over the top of the kitchen table and search for England's cookies. His sharp, baby blues finally caught sight of the treats resting on a tray at the opposite end of the table.
Canada still had his own eyes on his wrist. He had not been paying any attention to his bo
Playmates Part 2America's eyes grew as wide as they could get when he saw Canada crying in front of him. He dropped the bear and scooted right in front of the sobbing boy. Filled with sudden concern, America tried to get Canada's attention.Playmates Part 24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Hey what's a matter?" he asked softly. His hand reached out to gently touch the distressed colony's shoulder. "Don't cwy."
Canada didn't respond. He kept his face covered and rubbed his eyes as more tears poured out of him. America looked on in major confusion. Why was Canada crying?! Was it because of something he had done? America looked over his own shoulder at the discarded bear on the floor. He grabbed the bear and held it out to Canada. Maybe that was what the boy wanted?
"Here, you can have your bear back," America tried.
Instead of taking the bear, Canada just slowly wilted forwa
Close Shave: Part 2The boy dashed into the room again. He couldn't wait to get started! This was going to be so awesome! He dropped his bunny and crawled up on the bed. He might not be as old as England had meant for him to be, but he was sure it would be ok once England saw what a good shaver he was! America was going to prove that he was big enough for this!Close Shave: Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
From the bed, America could easily climb on to the top of the dresser. Once he had reached the check point, the youngster surveyed his equipment. He saw a shave brush, a cake of soap, a bowl of water, and the jewel of the entire set: the coveted razor blade. America picked it up by the handle with care. He could have sworn that he felt a tingly sensation all over when he touched his big brother's shaver. He couldn't believe he was actually holding it! He felt more grown up, already.
As the excited colony examined the
Playmates Part 3England soon returned to the room in which he had left his little colonies. With his job of cleaning up after dinner complete, the old nation was wiping his hands as he made his way through the open doorway. He was frowning a bit to himself. Doing all these household chores had been bothersome at first. It had made the mighty Empire feel like such a house-wife, but he was surprisingly becoming accustomed to it. It did give him some sense of pride to have a well ordered house and know that it was because of his own efforts, rather than that of a servant's. England added a bitter grumble to his frown as he thought more about it. He didn't like to admit it, but the fact was that he also somewhat enjoyed a few aspects of the domestic lifestyle, and was even quite good at a few.Playmates Part 34 years ago in Profiles More Like This
If only it was as easy for him to adjust to his new role as a "parent." He was feeling more comfortable around Amer
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England was startled out of his sleep. He dreamily looked around his dark room and listened. Nothing. Was it just a dream? He was sure he had heard a noise. A loud boom...or a bump...or something like that. Flashes of white light suddenly filled the room. England rolled over towards the window. It was raining. He rolled back over and pulled the covers over his head. Probably just thunder. He was so tired for some reason. The sound of soft rain and the feeling of the bed sheets around him swiftly began to fade as he welcomed sleep again.
England opened his eyes and sat up in bed. That was not thunder. He was not sure what it was, but he knew it had come from somewhere in the house. As a precaution, he reached for the scabbard under his bed. He preferred sword blades to the new firearms. Even thoug
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Later that evening, America and England sat down for what should have been a quiet meal together. However, England was having difficulty enjoying his food because of let's just say of how well America was enjoying his. After taking care of America for so long, England had become used to America's noisy eating habit, but this meal it seemed like America had really turned up the volume. England observed it all in pure amazement as America (not too silently) wolfed down his food as if he had not eaten in weeks. Desperately, his hands grabbed at anything edible within his reach and stuffed it in his mouth. He was hardly bothering to chew. One would think that his small mouth would not be big enough to hold the all the nourishment he was forcing into it, but he somehow managed to stuff all the food in (Most of it anyway. The rest ended up all over and around him). In the course of all this action, A
A Colonial ChristmasGunshots. It was late at night. All had been peaceful and then, without any warning, piercing gunshots rang out. The loud explosions multiplied and spread quickly. England (who less than a moment before, had been sound asleep; suspecting nothing) sprang up and toppled out of his bed at the unexpected assault on his ears. That was not a pleasant way to wake up at all. The fallen nation quickly tried to pick himself up. Big mistake. His head was reeling from moving too fast after just barely awakingnot to mention that he was also tangled in his sheets. He awkwardly fell back on his stomach. He was so disoriented, but still very much alarmed. Carefully, he raised his upper body slightly with his elbows, looking all around the darkness while the gunshots continued to ring in his ears. So it wasn't a dream. The firing weapons were all tooA Colonial Christmas4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Who Gets Him? 1"Hold up! Time out!"Who Gets Him? 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The Allied meeting was disrupted by the sudden outburst. All members turned their attention to the youngest ally, who had suddenly taken an interest in the meeting. The impulsive American was glaring through his glasses at the Russian he had interrupted.
"Why should you get Japan?!"
WARNING: This story contains "abridged history." It is my own take on the occupation of Japan after WWII. I do not claim that this is how the decision on who would occupy Japan was made. This was born out of speculation that I had heard on the subject. It is only a Hetalia fan-fiction and is not meant to offend anyone or any nationality that may be mentioned within. Please read my artist's comments for more information on this subject. Thank you.
Blessed FreedomAmerica tossed and turned restlessly in his bed. Now that's not a very easy thing to do when your arms and legs are chained and being forced apart in an almost spread-eagle position, but he somehow managed. He struggled to keep his breaths even as he laid there. He tried to will himself to stay relaxed, but it was no use. Something was keeping him awake, despite the fact that he was exhausted beyond comprehension.Blessed Freedom3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Since he was not going to be falling asleep any time soon, he opened his eyes. The room was dark and empty. The curtains were drawn, and there was no lamp lit to shine any kind of light on anything. The room was so quiet, that the only thing America could hear was the sound of his own raspy breathing. Add the weight of the chains around him, and the young man could almost imagine that he was in some sort of pit or dungeon. Well, at least the atmosphere matched his spirit. &
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When the sun's light shone into the library the next morning, it fell on the two brothers who were still sleeping on the couch. At some point during the night, they had shifted positions. England had fallen over and was now laying stretched out on the couch as if it was a bed. America was still on top of him, but he had moved around so much in his sleep, that he had somehow managed to turn himself upside-down. His legs were propped up and resting on the couch's back, his back was stretched across England's legs, and his head and shoulders were dangling off the edge of the couch. One of America's hands was on his stomach. His other arm was hanging off the couch as well. At the end of it, his hand still clutched the pillow with which he had fallen asleep.
As uncomfortable as the position looked, America was having no trouble sleeping like that. His mouth hung wide open as he slept, c
A New GuardianCanada would never forget that day. The day that France had returned home beaten and bandaged. The day that France looked so defeated and out of character, that Canada almost didn't recognize him. The day that France, Canada's beloved big brother, looked down at him, sadly and said those horrible words:A New Guardian4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I am sorry, Canada, but you no longer belong to me."
The toddler didn't understand. How could he? What is a child supposed to think when his guardian says something that crazy?
"W-what do mean, mon frère?"
The wounded man smiled a sorrowful smile down at the tiny boy. He knelt down at the boy's level. France held his arms out to Canada. The boy hesitantly walked forward until France clutched him, gently by his little arms. France's cheerless smile never left as he tenderly stroked Canada
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America flinched at the sound of England calling his name. Other than that, he made no other movement. He stayed glued to his hiding spot in the apple tree. He was having one of those, "Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away," moments.
"Alfred!" came the voice again. "I know you are up there, so you might as well come down!"
Once again, America stood his ground. He closed his eyes. In disparity, he had now switched to "Maybe if I can't see him, he can't see me," mode.
"Alfred!" England called a third time. This time his voice had England's "I'm warning you," tone to it. This was it. America was feeling sicker by the minute. "This is your final chance. If you are not on the ground, in front of me, in the next sixty seconds, you shall go without dinner this evening."
That got America's attention. Anything but that! He hated go
Cold Child"As I have told you many times before: No," England stood unyielding to the other party's negotiating. "The Queen is not interested in forming a military alliance with you at this time."Cold Child4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Are you sure?" England's visiting nation asked from the other side of the table with his ever-present smile. "We are friends, da? It would be nice if we could become closer. That is what friends do, da?"
England took a breath to calm himself. How much longer was this meeting going to go on? He was not sure if he could take his guest's bothersome persistence any longer.
England was in a diplomatic conference with a nation from Eastern Europe that had been growing considerably in power recently. England had been trading with the nation for a while now. The commerce between England and him had been going rather wellconsidering that the emerging nation was nothing more than a boy. Hi
Who Gets Him? 3For a moment, Russia's fun was halted. For a moment, America's anger vanished. Everyone looked to the new speaker with complete and utter shock. Not because the person had been foolish enough to interrupt America and Russia in the middle of their delicate conversation. Not because the person had been crazy enough to take a side in the rising argument. No, while all of that was amazing, the reason for the shock was the person, himself. No one in the room thought that they would ever hear those words, put together in that exact order, coming out of that speaker's mouth. They couldn't believe it. Even America was struck dumbfounded by that sentence, and who had said it.Who Gets Him? 33 years ago in Sketches More Like This
All eyes in the room were now on England.
Now, England had never actually been what you would call a "sympathetic"
Who Gets Him? 2There was a silence in the room. The Allies quickly turned their attention from America to Russia; each individual already planning what they would do if Russia got angry. Russia blinked in surprise at the American across the table from him. America continued to glare. Unlike the other Allies, he was almost hoping that Russia would get angry. He knew for sure that he was already furious! He was just glad that he had come back to earth when he did.Who Gets Him? 23 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You see, Russia had been making a proposal that he should take full control of Japan. He had just been on the verge of getting approval, too! Anyone who is familiar with Russia (or the Soviet Union, as the nation now liked to be called), knew that there were never any real "proposals" with him. What that nation wanted, he had a habit of getting with, or without the consent of others. The last thing America wanted was for
Hetalia: A Knight's DilemmaThe brave knight stood at the edge of the quiet pool, awaiting his destiny. Gradually, the water began to stir. The middle of the lake started to bubble as if it were boiling. Rough waves crashed against the shore. The knight stood his ground. Out of the water rose a fearsome creature with angry smoke fuming from its jaws. The mighty dragon had awakened.Hetalia: A Knight's Dilemma4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The knight drew his sword as the dangerous animal made its way to the edge of the pool. When it was close enough, the knight gave a glorious battle cry and charged his prey. The dragon at last noticed our heroic knight. The poor devil turned to see the armored man, waving his sword above his head as he closed in; the sunlight glinting off the impressive blade.
The evil dragon took his stand against his enemy. The knight drew close. The dragon raised its massive body in warning. But the knigh
Prussian Training 3Hamilton covered his mouth and tried to conceal a disgusted noise when America ate the dirty marshmallow. In a way, the man couldn't blame the starved teenager for eating food off the ground, but it was still sickening to see how low his country had sunk. He could only hope things wouldn't get any worse than this.Prussian Training 33 years ago in Humor More Like This
Unfortunately, Hamilton was not too successful in hiding his gag. America heard the muffled noise and looked up at him, curiously. "Wha?" he asked between smacks. "Chu wa' un?"
Hamilton paled. "Uh ." Though occupied with a marshmallow, America's mouth was not stuffed beyond comprehension, so Hamilton had understood the garbled question well enough. Still, he wasn't prepared to answer. He hadn't thought that America would offer him a marshmallow, as well. It was a nice gesture, but he was worried about the whereabouts of this new marshmallow.
APH-UKUS 1It had been a long, tedious day. Arthur sighed exaggeratedly, moving towards his large, two story home in London, England. Like always, Alfred had bothered the world meeting with his blasted outbursts on everything that was said (And stuffing his American cheeks with those indecently greasy hamburgers no less. But what was new?). So, not much got done because of that bloody aggro. Sometimes Arthur wondered if that boy was always bleeding blinkered! But fine, his incapability to be quiet and "read the atmosphere" could never be changed. They all knew that.APH-UKUS 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again he let out a large breath of air in a sigh and moved to open the door, his keys jingling in his tense hands. He pushed the door open, welcomed by the same empty house in the same cool place in a less busy part of London. He clicked the door behind him shut and stepped into the spacious, neat building. His booshy brows pushed together as his mind still wondered what could make a man so annoying and loud. But, then again, he suppo
Prussian Training 2"OW, OW, OW, OW, OW!" America's painful complaints could be heard echoing all around Valley Forge, as he was forcibly dragged back to camp by his ear. "C-come on! OW!" the humiliated country finally lowered what pride he had left in order to plead with his tormentor. "Give me a break! AH! OW!"Prussian Training 23 years ago in Humor More Like This
America's superior was not moved by the pathetic attempt. Every sentence his young protégé uttered only made the older nation pinch and tug harder. "What have I told you about using your bayonet to roast marshmallows?!" Prussia angrily repeated himself. It was the same question that he had surprised America with when the teenager had been found hiding out in the woods moments before.
"But it was onlyOW!TWO!" America argued.
Prussia instantly responded to the mouthing off by giving an extra hard pull on America's
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"So, will you turn on me now out of spite? Attack me as I am rebuilding and learning how to protect myself and filling in the gaps you leave behind?"
Arthur's expression changed only to allow a slight up-tilt of the corner of his lips, forming a tight, cruel smile. "I won't need to do a thing to jeopardize the building of your precious kingdom. You'll accomplish self-destruction without aid from me," He added with a dark chuckle, "Assuming France and Spain decide they're not willing to fight for more than the bargained price of their aid, you'll have a few years of so called freedom at best."
Alfred's eyes narrowed and his muscles te