Hi! Here's my first Hetalia FANFIC! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA This was supposed to be a one-shot, but after strong temptations, I've decided to give it multiple chapters, so enjoy! XD
It was a beautiful day in the world of Hetalia. The shining sun and vibrant blue sky was a great start to Portugal's morning as she skipped along a thin, dirt path. Her short, brown hair bounced wildly as her bright, green eyes widened; she was surprised to stumble across a man with dark black hair and a matching pair of brown eyes. His eyes sparkled as he removed them from the sky and locked them onto Portugal's.
"Hi, I'm Portugal!" She beamed as the man continued to stare. His heartbeat raced, causing worry about his health to cross his mind, but he decided to ignore it.
"Herro, I am Japan. Preased to meet you," he responded with a heavy Japanese accent. "C-Could I ask you a question?"
"Sure, anything!"
"Who is your favourite Hetaria character?"
Portugal instantly opened her mouth to speak, but she suddenly realized that the question Japan had asked was not an easy one to answer. She took some time to think before trying to satisfy the Japanese man.
"Sorry, it seems to be a difficurt question for you to answer," he apologized with deep sadness growing in his eyes. Japan turned away and decided to leave the girl to think about it. "I need to go tend to my bonsai trees."
"OK, whatever."
Portugal's response troubled Japan deeply. Did she really have no problem with Japan, just walking away?
"Excuse me, Portugar-san?" He asked as he turned around to face her once more.
"Yeah?"
"Do you not-" Japan paused for a moment. "-care about me?"
"T-That's not what I meant!"
"It's fine, I understand compretery." He turned around and once again walked away, but this time there was an expression of true sadness painted across his face.
Italy and Germany were out for a stroll when they noticed Japan walking away from an unidentified girl. The pair noticed Japan seemed really sad, which was very rare considering his personality.
"Oi! Japan, vhat's ze matter?" Germany questioned with worry and concern. He cared about his entire teams feelings and health, so he needed to be informed on every detail.
"VE~ GERMANY! THEN WE ATE PASTA UNTIL ENGLAND CAME B- what's wrong with Japan?" Italy asked curiously. He also worried about others very often.
Italy instantly noticed how sad Japan looked and brought him in for a hug. Japan, having the personal space issues he did, pushed Italy into Germany, and then rushed away from the situation.
Out of nowhere, France appeared in between the group and hurried to grab Portugal's hands.
"Ma chérie," he cried, sparkles falling to the ground from his shiny face.
Portugal pulled her hands away, slapped France across the face, and yelled, "I told you to stop calling me that, France!"
"AWH, why don't you fall for my drop-dead gorgeous looks?"
"What the bloody hell?"
"Hey England, I didn't know you were here!" Italy yelled happily, feeling cozy like a family the more people came.
"I'm not England, he just rubs off on me easily." A purple aura grew around Portugal and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"IS ZAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!" Germany yelled as a dark purple aura surrounded him.
All of a sudden, the ground began shaking, startling everyone in the process.
"Woah, an earthquake?!" France shouted in fear as he curled up into a ball on the ground.
Something began arising from the ground as an immense presence was felt throughout the field. Italy hid behind Germany in fear and France did the same behind Portugal.
"IT'S NO EARTHQUAKE!" Germany announced as the smoke cleared revealing a tall figure. "IT'S JUST RUSSIA!"
"Hi," Russia greeted with a 'kind' smile on his face.
"Woah, creepy." Portugal muttered.
"Hi everyone!" China exclaimed as he joined the rest of the group. "There seemed to be some sort of gathering here, so I decided to join in."
A strange figure suddenly fell from the sky and seemed to shouting something along the lines of 'hamburger' on the way down. It was America, and he instantly got into a fighting stance when he landed and yelled, "The hero is here!"
"How did you fall from the sky, America?" Italy asked.
"This is no time for questions!" he responded, preparing to run. "CHINA, I CHOOSE YOU!"
"Eh?! I'm not prepared!"
"Don't you remember what happened last time you chose China?" Portugal questioned, making everyone briefly think back to that strange occurrence.
"Grandpa Rome's singing is nice!" Italy claimed with a soft smile on his face.
"EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP, JAPAN ISN'T IN ZE MOOD FOR ZIS!" Germany yelled, causing everyone to turn to Japan, who was lying underneath a very, very large blanket which wasn't there before.
"China, now's our chance, man!" America demanded.
"Ve~ Let's make pasta, not war."
"Wow, that might have been the smartest thing you've ever said, Italy." Portugal noticed, causing everyone to nod in agreement.
As Russia's aura continued to grow, England, who appeared out of nowhere, like half of the other characters, yelled, "LET'S GET THE HELL OVER WITH THIS!"
England's words caused fighting to erupt between the Axis and the Allies, as Portugal and Japan stayed off on the side.
"When did you get here, England?" Portugal questioned.
"I've been-" England paused as he was punched in the face by Germany. "-here for a while."
"Good thing I'm not part of either the Axis of the Allies so I don't have to fight!" Portugal realised and was proud she was a neutral country. "Wait, THIS ISN'T A FAIR FIGHT! ONLY ONE OF THE AXIS IS FIGHTING!"
"You don't have a say, you aren't in the fight!" France shouted before running away in fear from Germany's determination.
"Come on! We can win this!" America cheered from the side.
(A/N The only people really fighting right now are Germany, China, and England)
"Shouldn't you be fighting as well?" Portugal asked the blonde man. He opened his mouth to answer, but Portugal had already run away. She returned within a matter of seconds with a bag of chips and threw a hand full at America's face. America, being the fat ass he was, could smell the unhealthy snack from a mile away and used his reflexes to catch the chips in his mouth.
Nobody noticed, but Russia's aura grew bigger once more.
"I hate everyone here, so I don't know who to cheer for," Portugal complained, as she realized Japan was still under the blanket. She went over to him and poked the big lump to see if it would react. "Uhm, Japan? Are you still alive?"
"HMM, SEEMS SUSPICIOUS TO ME!" America thought out loud as he abruptly pulled the large blanket off of Japan to reveal his red eyes, wet face, and a yaoi manga in his hands.
Meanwhile, Germany, China, and England were still fighting hard with Italy on the side, waving a white flag continuously. Suddenly, France came running back to the field and began hitting Italy with a stick.
"Smack~ Smack~ Smack~" France repeated with a smile on his face.
"Wah~ Germany, France is attacking me!" Italy cried, waving his flag quicker than before. "Wah~ Germany, help, help, HELP!"
Portugal overheard the commotion and decided to help Italy; he seemed pretty kind to her. She stormed over and punched France's head, which knocked him out. "I ain't Germany, but I can still fight!"
"Veh~ Thank you, Portugal!"
This time, going noticed by everyone, Russia's aura surrounded the entire field and grew to an unbearable amount of evil. Russia opened his mouth and shouted, "HYPER BEAM!"
Everyone was engulfed in a dark purple blast and were lifted from their spots on the grass. The entire group was blown away by Russia's power and harshly landed on the ground. Most of the grass was destroyed as black ashes replaced them. It took a bit of time before anyone could register what happened.
A new character joined the others. She calmly walked to the center of the field, right next to the culprit of the massive explosion. The woman's long, brown hair flowed gently to her waist and her shiny, hazel eyes seemed as perky as ever.
"This... Is... INSANITY!" She yelled, her perky eyes turned into sad, disappointed ones.
"This...Is..."
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" The unidentified woman interrupted Portugal, whom was trying to get up and join her. The woman walked over to America and poked him with her foot to see if he was still conscious. "Uhm, yeah, what ever your group is called... DON'T YOU DARE HURT THE AXIS ANYMORE!"
"Lebanon, their group is called the Allies." Portugal corrected, but Lebanon couldn't care less.
"I know, I just forgot for a moment."
"Like usual."
"Are you-" Germany paused for a vigorous cough. "-a part of our team?"
"No, I'm no part of either the Allies or the Axis." Lebanon answered casually, but suddenly sent a scowl directly at France, which scared the shit out of him.
"And you have a massive obsession with Japan." Portugal added, causing Lebanon to realize Japan was currently in her presence. She hurriedly searched for him and almost instantly spotted the Japanese man laying on the ground, wide-eyed.
"Japan~ Let me glomp you!"
Lebanon was brought to a halt from a certain hand tugging on the back of her dress. Russia, without a single scratch whatsoever, despite the explosion, stopped Lebanon from glomping Japan.
"I hope you have a nice, painful death, Lebanon." Russia smiled before his dark aura began growing once more. It surrounded the pair as Lebanon widened her eyes in shock.
Then, a miraculous series of events occurred. Sort of like the way America arrived, somebody fell from the sky. Except this time, the person was yelling, "I AM AWESOME!" and landed perfectly on top of Russia, knocking him out cold. "SUCK IT, RUSSIA! Oh, hallo, Germany and Italy, I didn't notice you guys."
Germany and Italy waved at Prussia, from their uncomfortable positions on the ground.
"Japan, is probably scarred for life because of Lebanon," Portugal said as she removed everyone's stares from Prussia, to Japan, to find him rocking back and forth on the ground.
"Y-you herped, Portugar-san." Japan spat out, making Portugal feel kind of sheepish.
"S-sorry."
"Hey, Portugal, we should get going now." Lebanon noticed as Japan started getting up.
"Awh."
"Do you want Russia to wake up? Considering his power, it's going to happen really soon."
"True, true."
Lebanon ran to grab Portugal's hand and began skipping away, but they were halted by someones presence.
"Portugar-san?" Japan asked softly while the pair holding hands, spun around to face him.
"Veh? Crap, I have to stop talking like Italy."
"What's wrong with talking like me?" Italy question, joining the other three.
"Nothing it's just-"
"Portugar-san, I have been gathering the courage for a whire to do this." Japan reached out for Portugal's unoccupied hand and placed his cold one around it.
Portugal and Japan's hearts raced as their cold hands suddenly warmed up, and became quite sweaty. Japan's gloomy, brown eyes gazed into Portugal's, perky ones. The couple were sent into a trance, their own world as some would call it, and were enjoying it so much it was painful, until Lebanon decided to interrupt them.
"This is SO awkward! I mean, I'm right here and you're trying to be all romantic and stuff!" Lebanon exclaimed with a strange grin, plastered on her face.
Japan was already embarrassed enough from just trying to hold Portugal's hand, but since Lebanon announced his doings, his cheeks immediately grew hot as he pulled his hand away.
"Yeah, that's what I thought! I'll be back for my glomp one day, Japan, so just wait for me."
"Thanks, Japan, now I have a free hand!" With that, Portugal flung her hand so it landed on Lebanon's face, which left a very large, red mark.
And so, the crazy pair skipped away, leaving the Allies and the Axis to deal with there problems by themselves once again.
Was it as good as I thought? Spsssh, I know it was! IT WAS (is) AWESOME! (I sound like Prussia, ugh)
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