Bullets and Spells
A Hetalia Fanfic concerning the pairing USUK (Alfred Jones x
Arthur Kirkland).
Modern!Hetalia, Human Names Used
Warning: Labelled as Rated M for a purpose. May contain
smut/lemons/yaoi/etc.
Other pairings that might potentially appear in this fic:
- GerIta
- SpaMano
- PruCan
- PolLiet
- Belarus/Russia
- NiChu
- angsty RoChu
- SwissLiech
Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 1: Contrast
"Bloody git..." he grumbled.
"What now~?" he answered back exasperatedly. The other one sighed.
"Alfred, I believe I don't like to have the light squished out of me." the smaller man grunted. He said this as slowly and patiently as possible, given that this is the umpteenth time he had repeated this to Alfred.
"Oh, right, sorry." chuckling, the taller one released him.
"Why are you so fond of hugging me, anyway? Actually, I wouldn't even call it hugging. It's more of suffocating."
"Arthur, why would I be fond of suffocating you? I just like to cuddle you a lot, that's all." Alfred Jones, also known as The Hero, grinned. It just made the other one blush.
"Hmph. For all you care, I could be a stuffed toy to you." He grunted.
Running his hands over his uniform, he gently smoothed out the creases in his outfit. He wore a simple suit today. It was the year 2010, where a green suit with a thousand pockets wasn't the most fashionable thing anymore. The Brit never conformed to fashion, never gave in to trends. He thought of this as shallow. But he had to conform to the changing times; he didn't want to draw much attention. Finally, he concluded, the least he could do was to not looked overdressed, but look decently modern at the same time.
The American, wearing the same bomber jacket he had loved to wear for the past, oh - who knows - half a century or so, was still wearing a suit and tie underneath it all. Arthur refused to see Alfred wearing a shirt and a pair of jeans at all costs, when mainly, they see each other in business form. It was only on those do-nothing-days or those days where smart casual attire needn't be observed that Arthur had allowed Alfred to walk around in jeans and a shirt. But never in a million years would Arthur let him wear baggy shirts and low-waist pants the youth of today simply loved to wear.
Alfred chuckled. He's used to seeing his partner so fussed about his attire but not caring about his unruly punkish hair and thick eyebrows.
"What's so funny?" he asked suspiciously.
"You just looked cute, is all." he grinned.
"Please don't use that adjective on me ever again. I don't know how many times I have pointed this out to you, but I am not 'cute', as you imply. I am not freaking Shinatty, for crying out loud." he haughtily said.
"Jeez, stop talking as if this is the 1800's or something. Also, Shinatty is not cute, that's just plain creepy."
"Yao doesn't seem to think so."
"What's so cute about an old guy wearing a mask that was obviously a rip-off from one of Kiku's creations?" he laughed. Alfred ruffled Arthur's blonde messy hair, as if it wasn't messed up already.
Arthur grew silent. He wasn't so sure either. He just blushed lightly. Although, this isn't the point. The point is, they were going to be late for the meeting and that they were standing in front of the doorway talking about nothing important in particular. How did this even start? Oh, right, Alfred cuddled him as Arthur reached out to turn the doorknob.
"I can't really believe we're going to see them again! Commie bastard, Frog face and that Shinatty freak-o. And even Mattie!" he laughed.
"Alfred, Mattie, ahem - Matthew - lives in the country above yours, in case you haven't noticed." (no pun intended on that one...)
"Also," Arthur continued, "it would be best if you don't label them with those explicably demeaning nicknames." he grunted.
"Well, I heard he's been spending a lot of time with Ludwig's brother. Gilbert, wasn't it? Anyway, you were the one who suggested Frog Face, Ivan really is a Commie, and Yao is still the same Shinatty freak." he huffed.
"I believe you and Ivan are on civil terms now. It is immature to call someone such an offensive term like 'Commie'." he said, flinching at the word 'Commie', slang for Communist. It was sort of true, years of bitter war and hatred had probably mellowed down to a little less of contempt disgust, but just enough that they can still look each other in the eye without getting the urge to gouge it out of its socket. Ivan and Alfred were never on the good side of each other, even though their Allied Forces days.
"Alright, alright. I'll behave myself today, just so Ivan won't have to shove his water pipe into me." he ruefully said.
"Thank you." he said curtly. He didn't want to be held accountable against Alfred's actions again, should they turn out to be brash and sudden today.
Walking to the train station, they hurriedly bought tickets to the station nearest the UN Headquarters. Their somewhat-reunion/meeting is being hosted in America, and Arthur happened to be there that time. They then took a short taxi ride to the said building.
"Ah, Alfred, Arthur. So nice of you to come. Bonjour." Francis' voice suavely greeted them by the door.
"Yo." Alfred simply said.
"Hello, Francis." Arthur greeted back, sending quick dark looks towards Alfred, and his unbecoming behavior.
Matthew was helping himself to some coffee and a stack of pancakes he had bought from the drive-thru of McDonalds. He scrutinized the syrup that came with it, and left it on the table, silently getting his own maple syrup which he had brought all the way from Canada. He sat there, silently eating his late breakfast, until he caught sight of Alfred.
"Al." Matthew called over.
"I heard something!" Alfred gasped to Arthur.
"Drop the act you git, it's Matthew."
Alfred laughed and apologized.
"Mattie! Long time no see! I see you've been getting along well with Gilbo." Alfred snickered. He loved to tease his brother, he adored the way Matthew got mad but didn't do much about it.
"Refrain from calling him Gilbo, you ass. It sounds awful." Matthew reproachfully said.
"Haha, yeah sure whatever."
The door swung open and in came Ivan and Yao.
"Privet, my comrades. You have been a little early, da?" Ivan flashed that smile towards people. It was fake and creepy at the same time.
"Ni hao ma~" Yao greeted, clutching Shinatty by his side.
Alfred just ignored Ivan, but greeted Yao.
"Hey, Yao." he said.
"Ni Hao!" the other one replied.
Everyone was talking small talk, sometimes in pairs or groups, sometimes all six of them as a group.
"Say, Ivan. How's that psycho of a sister working out for you?" Alfred's attempt at conversation, was sad to say, very poor and pretty vulgar, had he meant it or not.
"My... psycho sister... is quite fine, thank you." he sickeningly smiled. His face was unreadable, but inside his mind, he kept telling himself to ignore any attempts of provoking.
"I bet I would have killed myself now over that. It would be much better dead than to suffer Hell on Earth with Natalia, hm?" Alfred smirked. He had absolutely no idea why he was doing this. He probably just got his kicks from insulting Ivan.
"You would have. I would have not. There is a difference." his facial expression changed slightly, but reverted back.
"Has she been quite lax on security?" he dug deeper. For all he could know, he was digging his grave already, but who cares?
"A-Alfred, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Arthur silently hissed in his ear. He had stopped his conversation with Matthew when he heard him.
Paying no mind, he continued, "I don't see your sister around anymore." he challenged.
"She has better things to do than to break doorknobs and harass me." he bitterly shot back.
"I bet you're feeling grateful right now. You've been pretty comfortable with Yao recently, you see. Wonder if she'd like that..." he whipped out his phone threatening him. Why? What good would he gain from this? If anything, this'd just bring disaster.
Ivan quickly used his long water pipe to flick that iPhone away.
"You would do no such thing, comrade..." he smiled, with a matching evilness only he could offer. He kol'd lightly thrice, a dark look spread across his face.
"Not cool, man. That was just brand new." he gritted his teeth.
Ivan, clearly wanting to end this, swiped the air with the water pipe, as Arthur suddenly chanted a load of gibberish. And the slash, which had been meant for Alfred, had sliced Arthur instead.
"Alfred, you bloody git! Look what you made him do! Damn..!" he grunted, keeping the blood from flowing out too much. He was wounded badly, it was not that deep but Arthur was losing a lot of blood.
"What...the? You!" turning to Arthur, he saw the cut. Turning to Ivan, his anger blazed. Anything, just not his Arthur. Just not him. If it was him, prepare to go down.
Author's Notes:
Privet – The Russian way to say hello, but in an informal manner. I suppose this is what Ivan would use… since they are quite close.
Da? – For you people out there, it's what Ivan usually uses to end his sentences. It means "yes?" in Russian.
I had fun writing this first chapter under time pressure! Haha! Under thirty minutes! I'm so awesome! (Not as awesome as Prussia though.)
I'm planning to have mpreg and smut in the later chapters (USUK, obviously~), so beware~
Sorry if the first chapter was a bit short though! Constructive criticism and rate and reviews will be highly appreciated! :3
Edit:
jlfbsdjf oidfp;a ;_; Just discovered that there's no World Trade Center in 2010, like, you know, rebuilt after the 9/11 incident... I feel so stupid and uninformed now. ;_; Had to change it to UN Headquarters, I mean that's still New York so, yeah, it works. XD
~pasuterukyan
