Hello...it's me again. Yeah. So...um. WAAH! I COULDN'T RESIST; I JUST HAD TO MAKE THIS FANFICTION! I got this idea when I went to the park yesterday and rode on a tire swing.
England: You suck at fluff.
Me: I know, but I just had to write it!
Summary: Outside the usual hotel that the nations stayed at whenever a World Meeting (or any meeting) would occur, there was a playground. The only thing that was of particular interest to the countries was a lone tire swing in the far corner of the playground. That tire swing had seen more than anyone else...America/England (US/UK), Germany/N. Italy, France/Canada...you know. The works.
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Hetalia.
Second fanfic! Please read and review and no flames! Thanks so much to the wonderful people that reviewed my first story!
Tire Swing Romance
Chapter 1: Of Damsels and Heroes (US/UK)
Outside the usual hotel that the nations stayed at whenever a World Meeting would occur, there was a playground. The only thing that was of particular interest to the countries was a lone tire swing in the far corner of the playground. This tire swing had seen more than anyone else...
"Iggy!" Alfred shook his lover, trying to wake him up. "It's morning..get up, Iggy! A new day! Get up and face it!" Alfred hovered over Arthur's face. The Brit opened his eyes briefly, then shut them immmediately as soon as he caught a glimpse of the American.
"Hey! Don't ignore me, Arthur.."
"I have to see your ugly mug first thing in the morning," the Englishman retorted, placing a pillow over his eyes to block the invading sunlight streaming in from the window. "Why wouldn't I ignore you, Alfred?"
America huffed. "Is that Arthur-talk for 'I love you so much Alfred, I can't live without you'?"
England pulled his head out from underneath his pillow and mumbled, "No. It means get the bloody hell out of my face before I make you."
Alfred shrugged. "Whatever, man. That's not what you said last night."
Arthur turned a brilliant shade of red before placing the pillow over his face again. "Now I am definitely not getting up." Alfred smirked.
"Come on, Iggy. I've got a great idea for today," Alfred had now resorted to whining, and Arthur was getting irritated.
"No. I'm tired," the Brit shot back. The American frowned.
"Please?"
"No! Let me sleep in peace!"
"Arthur..."
"Alfred..."
Alfred sighed. "Don't make me do this, Iggy," he warned. When Arthur showed no reaction whatsoever, his former colony grinned. "Fine. You asked for it." He grabbed the Englishman's pillow forcibly and then whacked Arthur's face with it. It took Arthur a couple seconds of blinking to comprehend what had just happened. Then his mouth twisted into a foul, cold grin.
"You are so dead, America," he dead-panned. The Brit grabbed another pillow and chucked it at the other laughing man.
"Great! You're awake. Come on, come on, I've got something I want to do today," America cheered. England pinched the bridge of his nose to drive away the threatening headache.
"Fine. I guess it can't be helped."
"Yay!" Alfred cried. Arthur raised an eyebrow at his former colony.
"Alfred?"
"Yes, Arthur?"
The Brit chucked one last pillow at Alfred's face, hard, before chuckling in satisfaction. Alfred frowned childishly.
"Hey! You already got me back for throwing one at you; I don't think I deserve that one!" Alfred whined. Arthur shrugged.
"No, that one was just for fun, you bloody wanker," he explained, and the American laughed in monotone.
"You love me. Anyway, very funny. Now get changed; it's not that far away!"
Arthur inhaled the fresh air and then sighed irritably. How did Alfred somehow manage to talk him into these sorts of things? Well, it obviously wasn't because he loved that bloody American wanker! Of course not. That was absolutely ridiculous.
Anyway, Alfred had dragged the Brit all the way to some sort of park not too far away from the hotel. (It was within walking distance.) Arthur still didn't know what captivated America so much that he had to drag him to a children's play area.
"There it is, Iggy," America grabbed England's hand and started walking to a tire swing in the far corner of the park. 'Iggy' was busy blushing like a tomato at the feel of his hand in Alfred's to pay attention to where they were going.
"It's a tire swing, Alfred," Arthur sighed for the umpteenth time that day. This was getting ridiculous. "Why did you bring me here?"
Alfred beamed at the Englishman. "Get on the tire, Iggy." Arthur's brain made weird noises.
"W-w-what? Why-why would I do something so-so illogical, you git?" Arthur spat, meaning it to sound threatening, when really, it just emphasized his embarrassment.
"Please?" Alfred had pulled out his signature puppy dog eyes, and Arthur grumbled a little bit before climbing into the tire swing and holding on to the top of the rope.
"You better not do anything dangerous, you bloody-waah!" Arthur was cut off as Alfred pushed the tire forwards. Arthur held on tightly, shouting random curses at his boyfriend, before opening his closed eyes and laughing.
"See, I told you it was fun!" Alfred laughed as he pushed the Brit's back constantly to keep the swing going.
"Alfred, I..woo!" Arthur couldn't help it. It was a lot of fun, even though it was damaging his pride. America smiled. He liked the sound of Arthur's laugh; it was something that was rarely heard.
"Hey, Arthur!" Alfred called. Arthur tried to turn his head, but went against it.
"Yes, Alfred?" Arthur called back, laughing in between.
America smirked. "Heads up, babe!" Then, he pushed the swing insanely hard, and ran up to the front of the swing, holding his arms out. Arthur yelled, then flew right out of the swing and landed in Alfred's arms.
"Alfred, you bloody git!" Arthur shouted, blushing madly. Alfred smiled and placed a kiss on England's forehead, then on his lips. Then he pulled away.
"Once again, the hero saves his damsel!" Alfred announced, placing his forehead on Arthur's and smiling. The Brit attempted to get out of Alfred's arms, but to no avail.
"Is that what this was about?" Arthur muttered against Alfred's face. The American smiled.
"What? Can't I prove that I want to be your hero, Iggy?" America opened his eyes, and sky blue clashed with emerald green. England opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. Alfred always took his breath away. Instead, he just laughed.
"Now it's your turn to get on the swing, Alfred," Arthur replied, jumping out of his boyfriend's arms. Alfred blinked.
"Eh?"
Arthur grinned and shoved him onto the tire swing.
"H-hey, Iggy! Wha-?"
Arthur placed a soft kiss on Alfred's lips to shut him up. Then the Brit said,
"Damsels can save their heroes too, you know. I like the sound of it. Gives the story a twist." And with that, he pushed Alfred's back, ignoring his boyfriend's screams and protests. Arthur grinned.
Maybe this damsel could have a happily ever after after all.
*sigh* It's done...this practically wrote itself! This is my second fanfic, so please be nice and no flames! Constructive criticism helps too! And yes, I suck at fluff!
America: Hey, Iggy, can we go on a tire swing sometime?
England: No.
Me: Next chapter will be GerIta! xD Bye bye! Please review, or I'll pull out Ivan! :P Just kidding, da.