Sleeptalk
An Axis Powers: Hetalia Fanfiction by Snakefire.
Translations courtesy of Akikazehana.
Chapter One
Manitoba yawned as he clumsily undid his tie. It had been a long, tiring, boring day wearing this stupid monkey suit, and he couldn't wait for the days-long provincial conference to be over. As he undid his belt and slid out of his dress-pants, he turned and sat on the hotel bed, kicking the stupid things away.
"Why do we even need to bother with the damn suits an' ties..." he grumbled, "Like, aren't we all siblings anyway? God, I hate these damn conferences..."
Provincial conferences were a tedious but unavoidable part of being a province, much to Manitoba's chagrin. Canada was a vast country, a very vast country, and because the provinces that comprised it had a good deal of political clout, meetings had to be called on a fairly regular basis to sort out the latest intranational political mess they'd gotten themselves entangled in. This was still important work, even if it didn't have the same scope as the meetings their father Canada attended; they weren't allowed to attend the big, international meetings where all the countries of the world sat around a table and argued; after all, they were mere provinces, fractions of a country and not a whole one.
Which was still not enough incentive to keep them from causing complete chaos amongst themselves. Alberta and BC had spent the entirety of the meeting glaring daggers at each other about that stupid pipeline thing that Manitoba hadn't been paying attention to anyway, and there'd also been a bunch of propositions that had been put in the table that he still had to review tomorrow...
He groaned and flopped back on the double bed. He just wanted to go home already, back to his bison and his adopted micronation-kingdom-whatever-the-hell-Vikesland-was-calling-himself-today. The kid was a weird one, to be sure, but he could trust the little space cadet to look after his bison properly, at least.
Manitoba sat up and looked out the hotel window which looked out over the sea. The conference was taking place at PEI's place this time around, which normally would have been fine if he was here to run around and walk on the beach and dig a hole to see if the dirt really was red; but alas, he was not. He was here to sit in a stuffy boardroom, bored out of his skull for eight hours at a time while everyone else yelled at each other.
Manitoba reached up and pulled off his tie, tossing it into the corner of the room where he'd assuredly never find it in the morning, but right now he couldn't be assed to care anymore. He felt a pang of jealousy for the Maritimes, who were currently holed up at PEI's place and not this stupid hotel room. Then again, his brother's house was pretty small, and four was about the most he could handle at once. Manitoba snickered. He had it on pretty good authority that Nova Scotia had spent the night on a mat on the floor, which had been confirmed when he'd seen the bespectacled fellow (in full traditional Scottish dress) complaining about how much his back hurt.
Manitoba reached up and started to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, big sausage fingers fumbling with the stupid little buttons. Sure, his old leather jacket had buttons, too, but he'd upgraded those to the snap-together kind decades prior. He sighed and raked a hand through his dark brown hair, finally succeeding in getting one of the buttons undone. More fumbling yielded more undone buttons, which revealed a plain Winnipeg Jets t-shirt underneath. He slid out of his dress shirt and tossed it aside.
Manitoba reached down to pull off his t-shirt and stopped.
He looked back over the room. It was a simple hotel room, two double beds designed to accommodate two people; and what with the Maritimes being at PEI's house and Alberta and BC demanding their own room, that left the four remaining brothers to split the two double beds. He decided it'd probably be best to keep his t-shirt on, if only for modesty's sake.
On the other side of the room, Ontario was already slipping out of his suit and tie, something which looked far better and more natural on the well-build blonde than it did Manitoba.
"Hey, Onty?"
He looked up from undoing his red silk tie, hands moving to slide it off automatically. "Yes, Manitoba? What is it?" his voice betrayed a tiredness that could only come from being the designated verbal punching-bag for nine other people.
"Who, uh...Who do you want to...?" He let his voice trail off for a moment, not sure how to phrase the question without turning it into some kind of an innuendo. Thankfully, Ontario seemed to understand and furrowed his brow to think a bit.
"Hmmm...I think I'll double up with Québec tonight, and you and Sasky can share. That sound alright?"
It made sense. "Fair enough. If there's any problems, we can switch it up tomorrow, right?"
Ontario nodded. "Certainly. I'll let Québec know as soon as he's out of the shower."
Manitoba turned back to the window, furrowing his own brow. There was something about sharing a bed with Saskatchewan that he'd forgotten. What was it again? It had been such a long time since they'd had the share a bed like this. Normally he bunked up with Ontario or someone else for these conferences, but with the subtraction of the Maritimes from the equation and the Territories not allowed to partake (due to some kind of constitutional voodoo that Manitoba still wasn't entirely sure what was going on there), that left just the four brothers to share a single room. His brow uncreased as he decided to get under the covers. It was Saskatchewan, after all, the quietest of all of them.
Manitoba grabbed for the remote for their one TV. He switched it on, flipping channel disinterestedly until he found TSN, which was thankfully showing a hockey game. Anything else but hockey and there would have been a war over the remote. He settled back into the covers, glancing over at Ontario and smirking a little. The tall blonde had his laptop out, apparently to do some work- which wasn't going to happen as his eyes were riveted to the hockey game.
They watched in silence for some time, listening to the sounds of the game and of water running in the shower, before Manitoba rolled over and asked, "Where IS Sasky, anyway?"
Ontario shrugged. "I've no idea. I think he went out to go get some supper for us all."
Manitoba nodded. "Good, 'cause I'm starving. You think he'll be back before the second period starts?"
The click of the hotel door sliding open and the smell of pizza wafting inside answered his question. "Speak of the devil. What kind of pizza did you get, Sasky?" Manitoba called to his brother as he wandered in.
"Uh, I got us a Canadian with extra bacon...actually, I got us two." He replied, Saskatchewan's growly voice elevated above the running water of the longest shower in history as he closed the door behind him.
Ontario got up from his seat, setting the laptop down, and walked past Saskatchewan and his armful of pizzas to bang on the bathroom door repeatedly.
From inside the bathroom and over the sound of water still running came a muffled and rather indignant "QUOI?!" ("WHAT?!")
"HÉ-OH, QUÉBEC! SORS DE CETTE FOUTUE DOUCHE AVANT DE GASPILLER TOUTE L'EAU CHAUDE!"("OI, QUÉBEC! GET OUT OF THE DAMN SHOWER BEFORE YOU USE ALL THE HOT WATER!") Ontario screamed back, standing there and pounding on the door until he heard the sound of the shower stop, to be replaced by the sound of colourful Québecois swearing.
Saskatchewan rolled his eyes and walked past the microfeud, putting the pizzas down on the table and grabbing a napkin and a slice. "Want one?" He asked Manitoba, tilting his head towards the box by way of an indicative gesture.
Manitoba nodded. "Yes please. C'mon, you're just in time for the second period."
A/N:
-The Kingdom of Vikesland is a real micronation based in Brandon, Manitoba.
-A Canadian pizza has lots of bacon, sausage, ham, pepperoni, and mushrooms as well as cheese and pizza sauce.
-TSN is a Canadian sports network.
In addition, two common abbreviations for specific provinces will be used throughout this fic:
PEI stands for Prince Edward Island.
BC stands for British Columbia.
These acronyms are used everywhere in Canada.
This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fanfic. We'll see how it goes.
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