My attempt at writing what could be a long(ish) story. Not expecting it to be any good but I just love little America and England.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters and never will. It belongs to the rightful owner.
Warning: Fail writing ahead. This most likely has alot of mistakes somewhere that I have been unable to pick up on the eight times ive read through to look for mistakes.
England was annoyed. He had spent the day running around like an idiot getting things ready for the meeting tomorrow. Had received a phone call from an overly loud American screeching 'IGGGGY!' down the phone line to say that he had landed okay and was on the way to his hotel. Had almost had an accident on his way home when some kid decided run in front of his car while brandishing a bottle of beer in his hands and chasing after his friends. And to top it up he came home to find France in his house, lounging on his couch. Naked.
After the usual round of yelling at the man, avoiding advances and attacking each other he finally got the man out of his house and collapsed onto a chair with a hand over his eyes.
"Bloody hell... I need a cup of tea." With that in mind be pushes himself up and walks to the kitchen pulling what he needs from his cupboards to make the drink. Once the tea is brewed he walks back to the lounge and drops into the previously evacuated chair and sips it. He lets out a small quite sigh and relaxes for the first time that day.
'Maybe I could go back and try correcting that spell that I have been working on. I am sure that it is almost finished.' He glances to the door that leads down to the basement. 'After all, I'm sure that apple disappeared somewhere. It could not have just blown up. I would have found some remains of it somewhere if it did.' A smirk crosses England's face as he gets up and walks to the door. People laugh at him when he says that he is talking to fairies, it's just because they just can't see them. It's not his fault they can't but there is really no need to think that he is crazy. He'll show those idiots. When he finally gets this spell working, he'll show them.
Ten minutes later a loud bang comes from down in the basement causing neighbours a few doors down jump at the loud noise. The basement door opens and Arthur comes out coughing while covering his mouth with a hand and waving the other around to dispel smoke following him out the door. "Bloody hell. Messed up again, it cannot be that hard to get this spell right!"
America was confused, very confused. He remembered England putting him to bed, saying good night while tucking him in. He remembered falling asleep and smiling at the promise England had made him, too teach him how to swim. It would be so much fun! A hero had to know how to swim after all. You couldn't be a hero if you're scared of water as heroes never got scared! What happened if someone was in trouble in the lake and you couldn't swim to go help them? He was so excited about it! England had told him stories about a pirate captain a few times, that man had once dived off the side of a ship to save one of his crew! He wanted to be a hero just like that captain. In an attempt to make the next day come faster he did as he was told and stayed in bed, not doing the usual of getting back out, once Arthur went to his room or back to his office, to play with his toys or sneak downstairs for a snack.
Which was why he was so confused when he woke up.
Instead of waking up to his ceiling and wrapped awkwardly in his sheets, sprawled out across his bed with arms and legs at odd angles he woke up in a small confined space. He blinked looking around the room noticing some boxes and a strange looking shiny thing in the corner that had weird buttons and a strange lid that had a glass panel in it. Had England put him in this room while he was sleeping? It didn't seem like something he would do.
After looking at the shiny box thing for a moment trying to figure out what exactly is was, he stood up and walked towards it, clutching the front of his nightgown in two small hands. After reaching it he realised exactly how big the strange thing was to him. It was over half his size! He swallowed and went to step back but remembered the stories Arthur told him. That pirate captain was never scared! So he couldn't be scared of some weird thing he had never seen before. Nodding to himself he reached out and placed a small hand on the thing and quickly pulling it back at the cold, smooth feel of it. Blinking he stares at it a moment before eyeing the buttons near the top.
'What do they do? Do they make this thing do something?' looking around the room America eyes some stacked boxes in another corner and walks to them to push them towards the thing. After pushing them up against the side, he climbs up the boxes and stares with wide blue eyes at the many colourful buttons in front of him. The big red one with a funny symbol attracts his attention more than the others, so with a small shaky hand he reaches out and presses it.
A small light appears from the thing making America freeze with his hand still on the button. Then the thing makes a loud, funny whirring noise and the two glass panes at the top light up and something underneath the glass moves. He squeaks jumping backwards and topples off the boxes onto the floor. He scrambles backwards away from the thing, shaking as he hits the wall furthest from the strange thing making loud noises, the buttons flashing and weird lights moving underneath the glass. He whimpers watching it with terrified eyes trying to work out what it is and whether it was going to eat him.
'I want England! Where is he? Arthur said he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me!' Curling up into a ball he hides his face underneath his nightgown and covers his ears with his hands. 'The monster will go away if I can't see or hear it! Then England will show up and show that monster who is boss!'
The meeting the next day started off surprisingly well, it actually started on time. America made his usual entrance of running into the room with a burger in one hand, a suitcase in the other and yelling. "The hero has arrived! You can start the meeting now!" on time instead of his usual lateness. The other nations weren't arguing so much with each other, Switzerland so far hadn't threatened anyone with a gun and even Gilbert seemed to be quieter than normal, even if he was poking Germany repeatedly in the side and giving him 'awesome advice'.
The meeting after a while soon broke down into its usual yelling at each other across the table, threats to various body parts with dangerous tools ranging from frying pans to guns. Even a burger got thrown across the room, making Alfred yell about things being unfair and mourn the loss of such a tasty culinary breakthrough!
A loud bang echoed round the room. A few nations jumped, while others just sat back into the chairs. Germany had again slammed his hands down onto the table and started yelling for order. "How do you hope to get things sorted with all you're arguing? We will have to go back to the raising of hands if you want to speak. Does anyone have any objections?" Just as he finished his sentence the meeting room door flew open with a loud crash, plaster falling to the floor from the force of them hitting the walls. Several nations screamed, Italy fell out of his chair with a yell before running to Germany and hiding behind him. A small white blur shot into the room, skidded under Russia's chair and straight into England on the opposite side of the table, the sheer force which hit his chair caused it to fall backwards onto the floor with another crash and England smacked his head off the carpet with a dull thump.
Something landed heavily on his chest and clutched at shirt. "ARRRRTIIIIIIEEE! Don't let the glowey monster thing in the closet get meee~!"
England froze. He knew that voice. Arthur was sure his heart stopped,just for a moment. He slowly blinks before lifting his head up and looking down at his chest only to have two large, round and bright blue eyes staring up at him with tears running down his face, gold hair hanging around it and one rebellious strand sticking up at the front. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" letting out a loud yell he scrambled backwards across the floor, causing America to topple from his chest onto the floor. Arthur hit the wall behind him, clutching his shirt and staring wide eyed at the boy now picking himself up from the floor whimpering while gripping the front of his nightgown tightly.
"E-England? Wha-what? Am I... Am I in trouble? Are you mad at me?" the little nation whimpered, while one hand scrubbed at his eyes. "There was a monster in the closest England! It was big and shiny with all these weird lights! I couldn't find you! Where were you England!" he then burst into tears, now rubbing at his eyes with both hands and falling to the floor.
England gaped at the small child, mouth opening and closing like a fish caught on dry land. The other nations sitting round the table all look on with confused looks while France and Canada stare wide eyed down at America.
England swallows before managing a small "A-Amer... America?"
"Yes, Iggy?"
"Y-yes, England?"
Both America's look at England before blinking and looking at each other. Alfred frowns down at the little kid for a moment while America sniffs and blinks slowly back at him, before glancing to the side at Arthur. "Umm... Arthur. Why exactly is there a little kid here, tackling you from your chair and answering to the name America?"
England just stares at the little America before pushing himself up from the floor using the wall as a support. He shakes his head from side to side before bolting out the room, white as a sheet looking like he had seen a ghost. France runs after him, worried voice shouting out 'Angleterre!' as he chases after the man. The other nations all stare at Arthur's hasty retreat before looking back down at the whimpering America.
Canada gets up from his chair, Kumajiro in his arms and walks towards the young America before crouching down next to him. "Um... Eh. H-Hi. What's your name?" managing a small smile as he looks at the child. Maple... He looks so much like Al...
"I... uh... Arthur told me... not to speak to strangers..."
"Come on, you can tell me, eh? I'm sure Arthur won't mind." Canada smiles some more before holding out a hand. "So tell me, please, what's your name?"
America looked at the hand before reaching his own out and putting his small hand in the much larger one. "I.. I'm America."
"WHAT!"
America jumped, spinning wildly around to stare wide eyed up at Alfred who is gaping down at him before turning and running out the room. "England! What did you do to me!" His voice slowly getting quieter as he ran down the hall yelling for England and something about clones.
The nations all sitting round the table stare at the door before looking back round at another small sob. "A-Am I in t-twuble? I d-don't want England to be m-mad... at me!"
For those who may be confused, I am going to be calling child America 'America' and present day America is going to be referred to as 'Alfred'.
I'm not sure when the next update will be but I do have the next few chapters very roughly planned out.
Preview:
In which England has a panic attack, Frace is a nuisence along with Alfred. America is 'cute' and Canada yells.