Hetalia drabble thread~ 33/Closed

[Dye]

begone, old.

Edited August 22, 2019 by Dai
silencing self.

[Emily]

GAH OMG HETALIAAA♥ I LOVE YOU FOREVEEEER

-ahem- I'd love some more ♥ Italy and Germany are also a cute pairing. And I love Japaaaan *Q*

[LeapYearKisses]

Hetaliaaaaaaa~ It's been too long since I read any Hetalia fic. These are great so far! I love England. The first one made me laugh, too. XD

[Quite Contrary]

Aww, these are so cute! Please continue!

[Dye]

Two more~~

14 - Frail

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: England, America

Words: 300

"Yo, Artie, where are you!?" America called, searching England's house for any sign of the nation. Whilst investigating the kitchen, he heard a noise coming from downstairs. This was odd, considering he was on the ground floor of the house.

"...Iggy?" America mumbled. Walking around, he noticed a door which was never there before. Curious, he entered it, going down the stairs. The room he came upon was incredibly dusty, a strange air permeating it. In the centre was a pattern drawn in chalk on the floor and a cloak-clad England in the middle of it. He was muttering something in a strange, dead language. "Hey, England!" He yelled.

"Wh... wha?! What are you doing here?! A-ACK!!" The interruption in his muttering caused a bright light to emit from the ground. "Alfred, get back!" England yelled, the light engulfing him. Then, everything became silent, the light and England disappearing, leaving a bundle of clothes on the floor. Dust was kicked up.

"E-England?! ENGLAND!" America rushed to where he was stood, kneeling by the clothes.

"Mmn..." the clothes made a noise, much to America's confusion. The confusion faded when a blonde head popped out of them.

"...Iggy?" What on earth had happened? Had England... just turned into a child?

"Ah...ah...Achew!" England sneezed, the dust irritating his nose. His voice was surprisingly high pitched. America wrapped the child in his cloak, to preserve his dignity, and picked him up. "Hah... Kshew!" England sneezed again, curling up in America's arms.

"Bless you." America had to admit, England was adorable like this. Adorable, but weak, delicate, frail. Alfred felt a compelling responsibility to look after the young nation. He didn't want someone taking advantage of this situation. Though, there was no way he could do it alone. Flipping open his mobile, he called Canada.

13 - Care

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: France(Francis Bonnefoy), England(Arthur Kirkland)

Words: 704 (It was 700, but my beta must have added some)

It all started with the job interview, Francis Bonnefoy was applying for a job in Hetalia & Co, a position he was competing for with a man called Arthur Kirkland - an existing employee of the company. As soon as Arthur saw Francis; he immediately took a dislike to him. Had he forgotten to have a haircut? Not only that, but a shave, too? Things got worse when he spoke.

"'Ello, are you Arthur? Je m'appelle Francis. Good luck with le interview, oui?"

"...You aren't French, are you?"

"Oui, I am."

And things got worse from there. When Arthur found out that Francis got the job instead of him, his hatred increased tenfold. Francis tried being friendly to Arthur, not prevailing when Arthur just pushed him away, glaring and muttering something about eating frogs.

Arthur clearly held a grudge over Francis about him getting the job, Arthur soon found himself going over the edge when Francis had insulted his cooking playfully one day.

He had waited until he was home to unleash his anger, pulling on a black robe as soon as he walked through the door and headed down to his basement. A cauldron stood proud in the middle, just in front of it was a chalk circle. He picked out a book of curses; trying to find one which he deemed appropriate. Francis was all about being in control of himself, always being well dressed, making sure he was presented the best he could possibly be, always smelling of... whatever it was he wore; some sort of perfume. It pissed Arthur off. He had an idea, finding a decent spell.

"That bloody frog. I'll show him!" He cleared his throat, going on to chant the incantation. The circle glowed, and then stopped. Successful. The book said that the curse would take effect the following day.

Arthur knew that Francis kept a bottle of his perfume on his desk and, as he starts earlier than the frog, he decided to sabotage his workspace; spraying it near enough all over all of his things, and a few sprays in the air, for good measure. He retreated to his own workstation, quite near to Francis', so he had a clear view of it. He could smell the fragrance from there, and smirked. 'Soon...’ he thought.

Not long thereafter, Francis Bonnefoy entered the building, looking rather annoyed; a handkerchief in his hand. Someone asked if he was okay, his reply was a, "Oui, I zhink it is just a petite cold, zhough..."

He flirted a little, and then proceeded to his workspace. Upon walking into it, his nose started itching and twitching unbearably. He was overwhelmed by the smell of his perfume, and his breath hitched. Arthur was watching, a small smirk on his face.

"Hhh... aahh... Ah'Gxxshuh! Chuh! Schuu! Ksshouu!" His head snapped forward with each sneeze, long hair flying everywhere. Tears began to gather at his red, itchy eyes, and he blew his nose with his handkerchief. Several blessed him. Not Arthur. He was grinning, though continuing to watch in some sort of morbid fascination.

As the day went on, the sneezes didn't stop, they were pretty constant. Once or twice, Arthur sprayed the perfume, just as a top-up, setting off another round of allergic sneezes from the Frenchman.

However, something began nagging at the Englishman... what was this feeling? Guilt? Worry...? It wasn't something Arthur was expecting to feel, resisting the urge to... whatever it was his body was telling him to go and do. Tell Francis what he did? Pffft, no. He wouldn't believe him, anyway. (He'd already mocked the Englishman for his belief in the occult.)

Arthur decided to see Francis. To be honest, he looked absolutely terrible. His eyes were bloodshot and watery, his nose was red and raw from all of the sneezing and noseblowing. He looked haggard.

"Hey, Frog... You should go home, or something. Not that I care, it's just that your incessant, obnoxious sneezing is annoying and distracting. So just go."

"I always knew you c-cared about mo... mmn... moi... Ksshah!! Tsshuh!"

"Shut up. Idiot. Just go home. I don't care. Don't say such stupid things, Frog."

Arthur definitely didn't care about that bloody frog.

Definitely.

Awesome thing about this one is... Well, I sent it to be beta'd by my best friend... She knows about the fetish and is awesomely understanding, but I was still really nervous... But I was so happy with the response.

AN(Me): So... S... please don’t kill me... I’m really sorry for asking you to beta this... I know, it’s really weird... and kind of creepy... :/ Aahh, why am I so weird, why was I bestowed with this morbid obsession... Someone stop me, before it’s too late... ;.;

Beta note(Her): shhhh.. C. :L I found it really cute <3 and yeah... Check me and my editing on my phone... Well proud... And well proud of u, innit, blad... (Oh dear... I need to stop doing that.)

Edit: Does anyone know how I can edit the top post? And in so doing, edit the title and subtitle? There isn't an 'edit' button like on this one...

Edited July 2, 2011 by Daisoku

[Marshmallow Peep]

Oh sweet pudding cups! This is adorable. You have awakened a soft spot for France inside me with the latest addition too .

[Dye]

I forgot to say this, but thank you so much to everyone who has commented! It's your comments which drive me onwards! Now, a quick one, as it's America's birthday. It's kind of long.

64 - Control

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: England, America, A bit of France and a tiny mention of Canada.

Words: 1,200 (Thanks to my beta for evening it out <3)

Canada laughed quietly at his brother, running around, all excited for this party: his birthday party. He always went so over the top, trying to make each year's celebration bigger than the last. America grinned widely, the time of the party drawing ever closer. He wondered if England would attend. He had been turning up more, recently ('Even if he did give me a trick present, though the real present was underneath it…'), indicating relations between the two had been getting better as of late, the Englishman finally beginning to get over his devastation of America's independence…sort of. He still acted annoyed and moody; but that was just how he always was ('Except when he's with Japan or his fairy friends.'), and at least he came rather than staying home and suffering alone with the nightmares he told America about.

The countries soon started filing in, Prussia bringing beer and Russia: vodka. They all brought presents for the American, opening them in excitement, like a young child on Christmas day. The paper lay discarded on the floor, America neglecting to pick it up. Canada decided to do so, before someone could accidentally tripped and started suing.

Alfred soon realised the absence of a certain Englishman, seeking out France to question him of England's whereabouts.

"Oh, Amerique, did you like my present~?"

"Uh, yeah, of course!" America lied, the Frenchman's gift being a blow up doll custom made to have France's features; typical. "Anyway, have you seen England? Where is he?"

"Ah, petite lapin... he is at home."

"Why? I thought he was over all that stuff now..."

"No, it's not that, Alfred; he's sick. I ordered he stay home, though he did want to come. We couldn't have him infecting every nation here."

"...How bad is it?" America felt his concern rising rapidly.

"He had a fever of around.... oh; I've got to convert it for you..." France thought for a moment, "It must have been around 103 degrees Fahrenheit."

"..." America made up his mind there and then. He was going to give up his party and look after England. That's what a hero does, after all! "Alright guys," he called out to everyone, "I've got to go and be a hero, so enjoy the party and stuff. Laters!"

And with that and a wave, he promptly left.He quickly arrived in England, remembering where Arthur's house was and knocking repeatedly on the door. After a while, the door unlocked and opened, revealing a flushed, shivering, curious Englishman. He seemed genuinely taken aback at the presence of America on his doorstep. It was his birthday today, wasn't it?

"Whoa... England..." America was surprised at England's appearance. He didn't expect him to look this bad.

"A-Ameri…Hh... heh... hih'Ksshah...." the chilly English air seemed to be affecting the Brit, the sneeze seeming half stifled and rather quiet.

"C'mon, get inside." Alfred pushed the sick nation back and shut the door behind him. Arthur went to his front room. America noted that there was a present in the room and a suit jacket lay folded on the sofa. ('He really had been getting ready to go out...') He also noted that the fire was blazing fiercely ('Doesn't he have central heating?').

"Why're you..." England began to ask.

"Because France told me you were sick, and I couldn't just leave you like this!" America interrupted.

"Damn it... I specifically told that frog not to tell you... and it's your birthday, aren't you having a party?"

"Yeah, but I decided to come look after you, instead!"

"B-but I'm not really that sick... I'm fine. Go back home and enjoy your celebrations."

"No! France told me you have a fever over 103!" America objected, concern clear on his face. England grumbled bitterly, that bloody frog...

"I don't want to ruin your day..."

"You won't! Besides, I'll have another birthday next year."

"...Which reminds me..." England walked to the present, blushing as he handed it to the American, "Th... This is for you."

"Thanks, Iggy! Is it okay if I open it?" He took the present.

"Yes, t-that's fi...fih... fine... hh... hah... hh'GxTshuu!" England quickly turned away, attempting to stifle. "GxxTschouu! Kschuu!!"

"Bless you."

"Thank you..." England sniffled, sounding a bit congested. America opened the present, looking a bit confused as he looked at it. Was a large box really fitting? For this?

"Keys?" He asked, absentmindedly.

"It's... ah... o-out the ba... back..."

"England, just sneeze already."

"I... aah... I can't control... whe-when I sneeze!" He sounded annoyed, rubbing at his nose. America put the box down for the moment, reaching a long, slender finger out and running it gently up and down England's nose. He remembered seeing France doing this. "W-wh-what are yuh... you doing?!"

"You may not be able to control it, but I can. It's either this, or flowers; your choice."

"F- fuh... fine... hh... haa... hh'Gktshuu! Kshtshhuh! Hat'Shouu!! Het'Shaah!"

"Bless you."

"Thank you..." England walked off somewhere, soon returning with a soft-looking white square of cloth. He blew his nose softly on it.

"A handkerchief? You still use a handkerchief? Dude, that's hilarious!"

"Oh, shush, they're so much softer and easier to use than tissues. Anyway, why don't you go out into the garden? And bring the keys." England sniffled lightly, walking towards the back of his house. America followed, grabbing the keys as he went, curious as to what England was leading him to. The Brit opened the door and led Alfred outside. A sleek looking car stood proud on the grass, practically gleaming in the light.

"Th... This is..."

"A Lotus Elise. A British make, is Lotus. Essentially, a supercar. This is the sort of thing you like, isn't it? Speed and recklessness and all that."

"I... I love it! Thank you so much, England!" America ran to the Brit and caught him in a vice grip of a hug.

"H-hey, don't squeeze me!" England broke off, coughing. America remembered the condition of his former mentor and promptly let go.

"Sorry, England. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Are you sure this is alright?" England smirked, the cold air soon getting to him, making him shiver involuntarily.

"It's amazing… I really wasn't expecting this… But it can wait. Get back inside." America took off his bomber jacket and placed it around England's shoulders, pushing the Brit through the door and onto the sofa.

"H-hey, what's that for?"

"You're sick, you idiot, which you seem to keep forgetting, so it's bad when you run all around the place and outside!"

"…Since when did you become so concerned about me?"

"Since I heard you were ill. Duh." America said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. England laughed a little, which turned into a cough. America removed a glove and placed his hand on the Brit's forehead. "You really are burning up…"

"And you really are worrying far too much." Apart from a muttered "M'not" from America after that, the two fell into a contented silence, broken only when England sneezed… or, at least, started to.

"Hh… hah…huh…"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Hh… H-hey…! St…Stop doing tha… that to my nose! Khh…Tsshah! Tshhuu! Ht'Shou!"

"Blesses."

Edited July 5, 2011 by Daisoku

[Dye]

Edit: Ahh, double post. But, I suppose it's to be expected. I really wanted this posted for the 4th of July, but my tablet decided to go against me and not access the internet... So I'm uploading this at my work experience with my phone.

Edited July 5, 2011 by Daisoku

[cheetah]

...I don't even ship UsUk or FrUk, but these things make me temporarily transform into a rabid fangirl. ;A;

I loved the "Care" drabbleeee~ Please don't take another month-long story hiatus like I did constantly. I love this thread!

[Dye]

Yaay, my mission in life is complete!

Ahh, I don't think I'll stop any time soon... My friend is always encouraging me and giving me amazing plot bunnies.

For example, just today, I wrote another, still not fully satisfied from America's birthday. My friend suggested England sick on America's birthday, then America sick on his birthday. I did England first, now here's the sister drabble: America. Not as long(I restrained myself), but still, I hope you all enjoy.

60 - Mother

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: America, England

Words: 400

America, to England, was like a window. He could see right through him. There were times like this, for instance, when even when he put up a front as thick as a brick wall, England could still see right through it. It was Independence Day.

England had been watching the American from the edge of the room, whilst he "partied hard", observing pretty much every detail about him. He wasn't a stalker or anything; he was just worried, is all. Though he wouldn't show it. Or admit it. Though America had tried to hide it, England could see that paleness he had taken on, that slight flush on his cheeks, the occasional clearing of the throat, oh, and if he thought those minor rubs made to his nose were inconspicuous, he should think again.

He saw the thin layer of sweat on his brow from a fever, how he was breathing just a little heavier, and how his usual grin just looked a tad forced. He even noticed the slight shiver he had acquired. And yet he continued to push himself, a frown appearing in England's face.

America made an excuse to escape, something about getting fireworks ready. England followed, trying not to be noticed. They were out in the garden, deserted as to leave a space for the huge fireworks display America usually put on. He saw Alfred hunch over with the force of a couple of sneezes, thinking that no-one was watching. "Hut'Chou! Haxxtshou!"

"Bless you." England made his presence known. America tensed at the voice. "You really should be resting, you know."

"It's... it's just allergies, England. Stop fussing."

"It's never bothered you before out here, you don't have any flowers here, and besides," he placed a hand on his forehead, "allergies don't usually accompany fevers."

America pulled away.

"Heroes can't, and don't, get sick! Besides, I don't have a fever! Your hand must be broken, or something. Man, you're acting just like a mom!"

"Mum. Or Mother, if you're feeling respectful." England corrected, "And I'm not, I'm simply concerned. You'll get everyone sick."

"As I keep telling you, I'm not sick!" America rubbed his nose, hitching. "Hht'SHFFHH!" He opened his eyes in confusion, seeing England holding a silk handkerchief to his nose.

"Bless you. And keep it, you look like you need it."

"Thanks... I guess. You really are like a mother, aren't you..."

"Shut up!"

Personal headcanon: England carries a handkerchief with him at all times. Exept if he were really unprepared. I just love the image of England and handkerchiefs, it seems the sort of thing he'd do. <3

[Butch]

Daisoku - NICE. I like these a lot. Glad you updated.

[lalaland~]

I LOVE these

omgthankyousomuch

I second the Italy-Germany pairing hehe and I would love to see more Canada>>he's my favorite! (sadly, I'm not Canadian!)

but I'm loving all this America-England mush <3

[Dye]

This next one took me ages to write... I can't really write when I'm sick, but luckily any mistakes I made were corrected by my lovely Beta, who has offered to beta all my drabbles I create. A bit of GerIta and USUK in this, if you squint. The next one will be focused GerIta, I promise! I just can't seem to get Iggy out of my mind, he keeps slipping in my drabbles! He's so fun to write...

21 - Pollen

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: England, Germany, Italy, America, A bit of France

Words: 423 (Oh my god, it's not a number ending in 00! O.O )

France chuckled as he laid out the name cards around the table for the meeting. He was hosting, and was always up for messing with the nations, or more specifically: England. It was a little known fact that his dear lapin had hayfever, which is part of the reason why his national flower was the rose, one which has much less pollen than say, a lily. He had a huge bouquet of flowers on the table, nearly reaching the edges. He placed England's name tag by the lilies, grinning. A couple of hours later, the countries began arriving; England sat at his place, frowning at the flowers. He gave a glare at France, and took a look about the room. America was fine, commenting on the beauty of the flowers to his brother. Italy was also smiling at them, holding a flower out for Germany.

Wait- Germany... He looked like he was about to-

“Hh-Etschou! Hetchoo!”

Italy blessed the German, fussing over him and putting the flower back in worry.

“Ve, Germany, are you okay?”

“J-Ja, it is just... the flo...flowers.... Hutshoo! ...Verdammt... ”

Okay, so Germany had allergies as well? Interesting.

The lilies were beginning to take their toll on England, just as France planned. “Hah... eh...” he cupped his nose in his hands, “Het’Sshou! Kssshu! Mnn...” He really hated France right now...

And then, as if it were some sort of harmony:

“Hat’Schuu!”

“Hutshoo!”

They sneezed at the same time. Then, they stared at each other. The gazes were diverted when Germany’s breath hitched again.

“Hetshoo!”

England contemplated whether or not to make a comment to Germany, but his thoughts were halted by the tickle growing ever more persistent in his nose; he could practically see the little specks of golden irritant glistening in the air, hovering up and down as if they were laughing at himself and his misfortune.

Bloody France. Bloody lilies. He swore that one day he’d get back at him for this…

“Huh… Hah-ah… ‘Tshuu!! Hat’XSHEW!” he sniffled, “Ksshou!”

“England?” an American accented voice came from beside him, “You ‘kay?”

“France… pollehh…n… Heh’KSHOU!” he vaguely explained, then making an excuse to leave the room, only half-surprised to see Germany already out in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He must have only just left before England. The Brit took a place on the wall not far from the German and tried to spark up a conversation.

“So, you too?”

“Ja. I didn’t know you were also… hh…”

“Yehh…s…”

“Hatshuu!!”

“Heh’Kshouu!”

“That Wine bastard…” they muttered in unison.

[lalaland~]

ahahahaha I lurv it >:3

sneaky France~

[cheetah]

GERMANY.

I AM PLEASED.

I could care less if there's pairings or not, I'm loving this so hard! (Yes, you made me love that last drabble and two people sneezing at the same time freaks me out. You're really that amazing. xD)

Awesome. Germany and Italy will make my life complete. Although I'm surprised nobody's written a full fic considering how popular these are.

[Galaxy]

Uggggh, you are AMAZING. You have just made Hetalia 100x more awesome for me.

Pencil made me giggle. England infecting it...ohoho, I LOVE that sexy Brit!

Lovely was just PRECIOUS. It's adorable how England doesn't want America to see him all vulnerable. >/////<

And Control? RAWR. Made me blush like mad, especially all of England's endless hitching.

You are AMAZING, and I really look forward to reading more!

[Dye]

OKAYYY

Next one. I'm so sorry, this took ages! It didn't come to me as quickly as the others... BUT. IT IS GERMANYYY~

Also, thanks for all your amazing comments, guys~! <3 I love you all~!

71 - Confession

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: Germany, Italy

Words: 473

"Ve, Germany! How are you today?" Italy called, waking up, knowing for sure that the German would have woken up before him.... Or not.

"...Germany?"

As it turns out, Ludwig was still fast asleep. And he looked a little off to the Italian... he seemed a bit paler than normal, but his cheeks were pink. His breathing was heavy, as well. Italy decided against waking him for now, and got dressed (neglecting the shoes, darn shoelaces...). He started to make breakfast for the German, making sure that he cleaned up after himself (since Germany was such a neat freak...).

When he returned with the breakfast, Ludwig was still asleep.

"Hey, Germany, wake up! Wake up, Germany~," he said in a sing-song voice, gently shaking him.

"..." a groan emitted from Ludwig, eyes opening slowly, "Oh, Guten Tag, Italien..."

"Good morning~! I brought you breakfast~!" Italy showed off the bowl.

"Italy... you can't have Pasta for breakfast..." he broke off, coughing.

"It's okay, Germany! It's Chicken noodle soup for you~!" the chirpy Italian handed Germany the bowl. “You looked like Mr. Austria did a while ago, and I remember Miss. Hungary gave him this! ...Only without the noodles... So I added them! Everything’s better with pasta!”

Germany laughed a little. Typical Italy... And then his nose decided to interrupt him.

"H-hutschoo! Hetshtchuu!"

“G-Germany?”

"Ja?"

"Gesundheit." Italy smiled, feeding the sick nation a spoonful of soup. Germany accepted it, a bit embarrassed. He could feed himself!

"This is good..." Germany quickly turned to the side, "Heh'tshhouu! S-Sorry, Italy."

"It's okay, Germany." Italy continued feeding him, "So, I've been learning German, ve~! It's not very easy... what does 'Ich leibe dich' mean?"

Germany nearly did a spit take. He was not expecting that.

"It, uh, means 'I love you', Italy." He just about managed to stop himself from stammering. Where had he learnt that?!

"You love me, Germany? Ve~ that makes me happy~!" What? He didn't say that!

"Wait... when-"

"When I was told that you were only pretending to be my friend! Back then!"

Ah. Now he remembered.

"You still remember that..." Damn it, he'd known that confessing back then was a bad idea.

"Of course, ve~! Why wouldn't I?" A wide grin had spread on Feliciano's face, setting the bowl down before hugging Ludwig tightly.

"Oh, just so you know, Germany... Ti amo troppo!"

Germany smiled. Slight, but still a smile. Which broke as his nose interrupted the moment again. Typical. Couldn't it leave him alone for now?!

"Hih'Gxxxxshu!" He tried stifling, in consideration for the Italian currently clinging to his warm torso.

"Ve, gesundheit, Germany~." Italy said, proud of his budding German skills. "You should take a day off today~! We're together now, I can look after you properly~!"

Sneezing again, Germany considered that maybe confessing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[cheetah]

...oh sweet lord. That was....adorable? I HAVE NO IDEA BIY BUT I LOVED ITTTT~ LIFE IS WORTH LIVING! Ich liebe diese Geschichten x3

[lalaland~]

OHMYGOD THERE'S MORE!

That was so cute! I had no idea he said that until my German-speaking friend watched it and told me! Ger/Ita makes a cute couple!~ Ve~ (lol)

I also heard somewhere that Prussia had a habit of sneezing when he is bored. (a good idea for more drabbles, yes?)

I love the way you write these! Can't wait for more~

Edited August 11, 2011 by lalaland~

[Dye]

Teiruzu: Thank you~ I'm so glad you love~~

Lalaland~: Thank youuu~!!~! I might just have to do Prussia next~ I have ideas swirling about in my head~ ^^ Also, Prussia's sneeze is the most hilarious sneeze I've ever heard. Ever.

20 - Fight

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: Pirate England, Alfred(assistant), Pirate France, Colonial Alfred(America)

Words: I can't get my word counter to work, but it's something stupid like 993 or something. XD Nearly 1000.

“Eksshh! TSSHH! KSSH!!” Captain Kirkland rubbed at his nose with a handkerchief angrily, growling at the tickling appendage. Annoyingly, he had managed to get sick whilst at sea with his crew. He didn’t want them to find that out, though. That would mean showing weakness, and he wasn’t having that.

“Ihhk-SCHUU!” Ugh. But this cold was atrocious. To avoid being ‘found out’, he had holed himself up in his quarters, which was partway effective, but people were suspicious, and he had to occasionally come up to the deck to convince them otherwise. The cold sea air made his nose run profusely, though, and he quickly retreated (Not retreated, never retreated, rather... receded) back to his quarters. Another problem was that his assistant could enter his quarters when he wished. Speaking of which, that was him opening the heavy wooden door now... Arthur gave his nose another quick wipe, and stuffed his handkerchief into his sleeve before the visitor could come in...

"Captain Kirkland, Sir! Another vessel is drawing close!"

Oh great, because that was exactly what he wanted right now.

"Should we board it?" The assistant asked.

"What kind o’ vessel?" The Pirate enquired.

"It looked like a French pirate ship, Sir!"

Arthur was never one to turn down a challenge, especially from those Frogs, and today was no exception, no matter how terrible he may have been feeling.

"All right. Prepare t’ board th’ enemy ship!"

"Aye aye, Captain!" And with that, the assistant, who was called Alfred, by the way, left to go and inform the rest of the crew. As soon as the door shut again, he wrenched out his handkerchief.

"Ehh....Ehk'Schouu! Gsschuu!" He blew his nose and prepared for battle, then ran to the deck.

"Ah, Captain, you finally decided to show up." The French accented voice called from the other ship.

"I didn't want to see ye ugly French mug." Arthur crossed ships, holding his sword out at Francis, or 'Capitaine Bonnefoy'.

"My, my, look who's talking, sourcils!"

"Enough, worthless Frog!" England lunged at him, engaging the swordplay. France dodged his attacks for quite some while, and England was getting tired, the persistent tickle in his nose refusing to leave. In fact, it grew worse, until their swords were crossed, pushing against one another.

"H-Hh..." Shit. Not now, not now! "Hah-! Hat'Ksshhouu! HiihSSHH! KKSSHH!!" This gave enough time for France to gain an advantage, knocking the English Captain out. No killing. Not at the moment.

When Arthur woke up, rather groggily, might I add, he found himself bound by ropes on France's ship, up against the mast pole, the Frenchman looking far too smug for his liking.

"Ah, Angleterre, you're awake. You know, you should look after yourself, to stay in top condition when fighting enemies."

"Shut up, ye stupid Frog..." Kirkland glared at Bonnefoy with such anger and ferocity that it would make Medusa jealous. The Frenchman just smirked at him, removing the Englishman’s hat. He then removed the long ostrich feather from it, holding it out at Arthur.

"Ya know, I don't think that'll do much use as a cutlass." Captain Kirkland smirked, still glaring, "But it'll probably deal more damage than ye can do."

France glowered at the Englishman, manoeuvring the feather so that it was under his nose, then twirling it lightly. Arthur struggled with the ropes he was bound by, finding that the French had actually done a good job with the knots.

Fuck, that feather was tickly.

"H-hah... Stupid... hh... F-Frog... what are ye hopin’... t-t’ achieve heh- here...?"

"Well, it's quite the opportunity, isn't it? To have the British Empire at my mercy. Not quite the way I expected, but..." he trailed off, twirling the feather faster.

"H-Hhh... I-I won't... hah... s-subject to... y-yer whims..." England was trying terribly, desperately, to hold it back. He wouldn't be controlled by this stupid French pillock...

...It wasn't helping that his stupid bloody cold had it against him, too.

"H-heh... huh... a-ahh! Haa..." After what felt like an eternity, it became undeniable. It was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do. "Hhaa... aah... heh... EehhkSchoouuu!!!" It threw his head forward, it being the only unbound part of his body. France was clearly enjoying this... "Aah'Tsschuu! Kssshhoo! EkShhuuu! Kssshhoouuu!! Tshuuu! Tschuu!" Arthur gasped for air, sweet, precious air, as Francis removed the feather, placed it back in the English captain's hat, and had another item brought to him. This one was red, with a green stem, which had thorns on it.

Well, shit.

It was held up to his nose, Arthur refusing to breathe in the pollen. At some point or another, he had to take a breath. Usually, he wasn't too allergic to roses, as they had a low pollen count, but what with his nose already being sensitive... It was hell.

"Ehh... eehhhTschhuu! Gxxxshuu! Schouuu! Tschoou!" England struggled further against the ropes, "Ksshhew! TSsshuu!!" when the rose was removed in shock by the Frenchman. Arthur's own crew had come back for their captain, fighting the Frenchman and his crew. Arthur's chest swelled in pride - or was that another sneeze?

"Tschouu!" Right, the latter. Ah, there was Alfred! It looked like he was coming this way! The assistant sliced the ropes open and set the Captain free, Arthur then taking his hat back from France, retreated back to his ship. Once they had distanced themselves, Arthur addressed his crew.

"...Thank you, all o’ you. Thanks t’ your efforts, I'm back here, and it was accomplished without injury! Which be excellent. And thank you, Alfred, for plannin’ it." The other crew had told him this information, Arthur smiling in response. "Now, If ye lot don' mind... h-hah'Xxshuu! ...I'm goin’ t’ get some rest..."

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"...And that's why you're called Alfred, my dear America." The Brit told the colony, a nostalgic smile on his face.

"Wow, you totally beat up France! You're amazing, big brother!"

[Galaxy]

o.O Guhhhh, you're so bloody MARVELOUS. Sneezing while sword fighting...? You're a genius. A fetishy genius.

England's hitching breaths when he's talking to France...made me melt. I'm a puddle of Galaxy now.

[Akahana]

AMAZING!!!! I love the feather torture!!! Dat England...<3

[curliecatlover]

0_0 I love you!!!!

That is all.

[Prongs]

MSJDIFNEJAPCJRHFUjnd

England...mmm...

[Dye]

Two more drabbles! Sorry for the lateness, guys... School's not nice to me...

88 - Hypocrite

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: Prussia, Canada

Words: 337

“HAWEKACHOOYAHEY!” The sound reverberated throughout Prussia's room. It was a known fact that he sneezed when he was bored. However, it was lesser known that he sneezed because he was bored. He decided to try and make them sound as interesting as possible, though he couldn't keep it up if there were too many, or if he were sick.

Like now.

“Heh-eh... Eehk'SHOO! SCHYUUU!” Luckily for him, Germany wasn't home. This meant he could revel in his illness without his Brüder fussing over him.

“TSHOUU!!” Verdammt... being sick was definitely not awesome. How he'd even gotten sick in the first place was beyond him - after all, he was far too awesome to ever fall ill.

...Maybe he could eat something to make him feel better... not wurst... Oh, pancakes! Those always made him feel amazing!

At first, Prussia tried to make his own, but they didn't taste as nice as the ones he was thinking of. Leaving the kitchen in a mess (Brüder loves cleaning, anyway!), he grabbed a coat and headed on his way to the best pancakes he's tasted so far in the world.

“Maaattie!” Gilbert called as he shivered, knocking on the door impatiently. Why did Mattie's house have to be so cold?! So much snow! Thankfully, it wasn't long until the door opened.

“...Gilbert? What're you doing here?”

“Pancakes, Mattie, pancakes.” Gilbert answered immediately, “Make the awesome me some of your awesome pancakes?”

“U-Um, okay... Come inside, you must be freezing.”

“M'not cold, I'm so awesome, the weather itself bows to me.” Prussia boasted, his nose quickly interrupting him, “Heh-Hek'SCHYOUU!!”

“Bless you... Come on, it would suck if you got sick, you hypocrite...” Matthew laughed, pretty much pulling him in whilst he was recovering from the sneeze.

“Hah... I... I-I.... eeh... thiihh.... eehk'ACHOOWHAHEEEY!” A sniff, “I think it's a bit late for that, Mattie.” The Canadian blessed him again.

“I'll get the pancakes started. With extra Maple Syrup.”

93 - Victory

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: England, America, Queen Elizabeth

Words: 823

error: Drabble - Victory has been removed since i was disgusted with it and i need to rewrite it seriously

Edited December 21, 2012 by Daisoku