Here is a really short one-shot of FrUk! And when I say short, it's really short: 270 words
I do not own Hetalia
"You idiot! You're not supposed to do it like that!"
"Well, at least I have silky hair!"
"We're not talking about that, you stupid frog!"
"I don't care, my hair should always be talked about! I can't help it if you're jealous, mon amour."
"Don't call me that!"
"They're fighting again?" asked Spain bewildered.
"You're surprised?! I'm not!" snickered Prussia, watching the two countries shouting their lungs out in both languages.
"I mean, I'm not, but after all this time it's incredible that they didn't get over their issues."
"I know what you mean. I don't even know why they're fighting anymore." shrugged Prussia.
"You're both so stupid!" exclaimed someone behind them.
"Stupid?! Me?! I'm amazing, you mean!" Prussia puffed out.
"Why, Romano?" asked Spain, a slight blush on his cheeks.
"America? Seychelles? Sealand? And that other country, I can't remember his name..." explained Romano thoughtfully.
"What are you trying to say?" asked Spain confused while Prussia picked at his nails.
Romano rolled his eyes before answering:
"They raised Seychelles, America and Ca-something together and Sealand is literally their son, if they're not all their real children!"
"Who's Sealand?" asked Prussia.
Ignoring Prussia completely, Spain stared at Romano for a whole minute before stuttering:
"You mean, it's a..."
"A lovers' spat." nodded Romano.
"Did you see your eyebrows?! They're all I can see!" shouted France.
"Don't talk about my eyebrows, you snail eater!"
"Better be a snail eater than a suceur de bite!"
"Repeat that again, you bottom!"
Spain, wide eyed, watched them in silence before muttering:
"Why didn't I see it sooner?"
Mon amour: my love
Suceur du bite: cock sucker