Small
"Heh, you sure are small for a nation, ain't ya, Iggy?" The American chuckles warmly, seemingly proud of himself for simply declaring the fact out loud. "One of the smallest, actually."
"Hey!" The addressed yelps indignantly, glaring daggers at his taller companion. "I'm the United bloody Kingdom, I'm n-"
"Woah, cool it, short stuff."
If it wasn't for the genuine beam on America's face, England would most likely be throttling the younger nation right now.
"I never said small's bad. Actually, it makes you kinda cute." His grin widens. "And small people need heroes like me to look after them!"
A/N: Okay, so I'm really nervous about posting this for two main reasons; firstly I've never posted on here before and secondly, this is the first Hetalia thing I've ever written. I know it's incredibly short (one-hundred word drabble), but I'm hoping to write a proper-length one-shot soon.
Anyway, thank you very much for reading and please let me know what you think!
P.S. Also posted on my deviantART account.