Chapter 1
NOTE: I do not own Hetalia.
Now, I as the writer of this fanfic, ship America with almost everyone, because I have a serious problem, and I can't fix it. So I hope that most of you don't mind my crack ships because who doesn't love crack ships? Now on with the fanfic. (Also I make America as an intelligent character who is kind of a uke, because I love uke America, who doesn't? I do make him not annoying because I feel bad for making him like that, even though we Americans can be annoying at times, so please don't hate me.)
America could hear his alarm blaring into his ears, his eyes still blurry from sleep. He rubbed them with his fists, and proceeded to get his glasses. After slipping them on his face, he stepped out of his comfy bed (Nein, no stepping out of comfy bed!)
"Fuck, the meeting is in 30 minutes, and it's the day I am presenting. . . shit." America mumbled to himself, stumbling across his room to get his regular outfit, until he shifted the hangers on the closet rack and saw the old suit that England made him years and years ago, and he only wore it once. America decided to use that instead.
After finally slipping into the suit, he has grown a lot, and the suit is a bit snug, but still fits for being 200 years old. He grabbed his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He went downstairs, and saw that he only had 15 minutes left, so he grabbed a granola bar, and left his house.
Starting the car, America blasted the radio to wake him up inside (Ehhhhh…. get it, the meme... no, okay.) Steering into the parking lot of the UN building was a stretch, there were already so many rental cars, and only a few spaces left. America quickly parked before his spot could be taken by England, who was running late as well.
"Shit, now England's gonna flip on the suit." America said looking down at himself. He quickly got out, and locked the car. Trying to get to the building before England even gets out of his car, but he was way to slow.
"Shit…" America said to himself, looking up. He could hear the footsteps of the British nation behind him.
"America?" England asked. America quickly flattened his cow lick to look like Germany.
"Nein, I am uh…. Ludvig." America said (He is great at languages, but bad at imitations on others XD)
"America stop being immature." England said.
"I am Germany." America said, which maybe England could have believed him, if it weren't for the actual Germany coming down the stairs to the bathrooms. America was internally screaming.
"America, what the bloody hell is wrong with you-" England turned America around to see the suit, he paused. The island nations smiled widely.
"Is that the suit…" England trailed off. America smiled slightly and put his hand behind his head.
"Yeah, I wanted to wear it, since I am hosting, and because I haven't worn this thing in 200 years." America told him. England was so smiley.
"America, you still had it, all this time?" England asked.
"Yeah-" America was interrupted by the nation hugging him. America awkwardly put his arms around England's back.
"Thank you." England said. America smiled, and let him go. They walked to the room, and America was ready to present.
AN: Really fucking short, but I guess start off small. Anyways, I hope you liked it, I am going to publish more, but school has me pinned down right now plus marching band. I have said in the beginning, I pair America with a lot of other nations, mainly because he is my child, and I am just a crazy person, the world may never know. ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED!
Love all you corgis,
MorgiTheCorgi