*Epic music suddenly plays from nowhere* WHAT IS UP, PEOPLE? RAISE SOME HANDS IN THE AIR, BECAUSE IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER FIC FROM YOURS TRULY, MIDNIGHTSAKURABLOSSOM...! :D
*The epic music fades away and crickets soon chirp and I return to wearing my default poker face* Spectacular entrances always suck. Ugh, forget that. Let's just get to the point: I have a new fic up my sleeve and I once again have no idea where it will go...but I'm looking forward to writing it.
This one is about Hetalia of course, I considering making it a crossover and then decided against it. If it had been a crossover, it would have been with two other anime (try and guess which). Right now, SYD doesn't know I'm starting a new fic even though I have a lot of others going and we're working to collaborate on a new story. Shussh! Don't tell!
Please beware of various pairings that you may or may not be comfortable with. Mixes of straight, yuri, and yaoi. But generally, most of them are not very blatant or go anywhere. Also beware of possible OOC moments and the use of OCs (not humans of course, but there will probably be nations not yet put into Hetalia).
Disclaimer: I don't own the world. See what I did there...? :P ~MidnightSakuraBlossom
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Love Letter Panic!
Chapter One: The Love Letter Goes Astray
(A crazy fanfiction written by the not so famous, MidnightSakuraBlossom)
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A figure walked into the empty room of the ten-floored building in London, England. This building was where the upcoming World Meeting would be assembled. Where the personifications of nations met to discuss political situations, economic situations, and attempt to solve problems.
But this figure knew from personal experience: these meetings were full of unrestrained chaos and nothing good was ever accomplished by the end of them. And everyone still couldn't stand each other. Problems were never solved. Still, it was kind of fun.
The figure looked around, making sure that he or she had not been spotted by any security. Truthfully, coming here early and without permission was probably not the best idea.
The person didn't care. It was too dark in the building, it was anyone's guess what gender this person was. But he or she slowly crept into the main room and then pulled out a notebook and began to hastily scribble some stuff on a piece of paper.
After a few moments, the person ripped the piece of paper out of the notebook and then heard footsteps and the sound of some man with a deep voice and English accent filling the halls. The person whom sneaked in silently panicked before going to one of the chairs that England sat at most of the time and left it there.
Then, before one of the security dudes came into the room to check around, the person whom left the piece of paper behind had already jumped from the window onto a balcony and climbed all the back down.
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At long last, the World Meeting came to an end. It had been filled with the glorious yelling, cursing, and chaos that it usually had. The most interesting highlights for England were America getting dissed by China, Italy breaking down hysterically about some problems going on with him (your mileage may vary on whether it was comedic or serious, that was what Romano had leaned over and told Spain at least), and him and France getting into a quarrel after the frog brought up some of their past conflict again purposely.
England looked around to see that mostly everyone were getting ready to leave little bit more quickly than they should have. It seemed odd, as he had informed at the start of the meeting that they could also get in a meal before getting ready to return to their homes.
Was this they why they were hurrying? How unusual...
Oh well, it was their loss. England arose from the seat he had been sitting in. Usually he was always at the one on across from at the other end of the table. But he wanted to change it up because the two sitting beside him this time would be Ireland and America, a not so appealing combination. When he moved, a guy who looked just like America took that seat...what was his name...?
Right when the guy who looked like America arose and began to walk away and speak with Cuba, England took notice of a crumpled piece of paper in the seat. Curiosity got the better of him, he walked over cautiously and while no one was looking, he smoothed it out carefully and read silently to himself.
Hastily written, the paper read:
I know this is sudden, but I must tell you something that's been killing me forever.
I...I really, really like you more than what I lead everyone to believe. You're the reason I stay awake at night, the reason I can't breathe when we share a gaze, the reason I can't think straight and feel sick.
Do you notice the way I look at you? Do you notice how I occasionally slip up with the things I say and do? Do you even notice me like I notice you?
Hell, it's more than just a fleeting crush. I WANT you. I NEED you. If you have not figured it out by now, I LOVE you.
But you never give me the opportunity to admit my feelings...
Now you know. And if you...feel the same way...why can't you tell me?
"Oh my God..." Was England's only reply as he read over this short message about six times. There was no hints as to who wrote it, or who it was for. But this was obviously some sort of confessional love letter.
A blush spread over his cheeks intensely in embarrassment, he looked around with shifty eyes at just about everyone in the room in fear one someone was looking in confusion or anticipation. England couldn't believe that he discovered this...thing in that chair.
It didn't help matters no one signed their name or mentioned who this person is they love. Could anyone have dropped it by mistake? No, no there was no way. It seemed too elaborate and it was written in a hurry with handwriting that was too common for him to tell who wrote it.
Maybe it was...for him? It would make sense considering someone could have placed this love letter in that seat, believing that he would sit there again and notice it. But he did not, and someone else had instead and the person who looked like America had taken that seat.
England didn't think that anyone could have a secret love for him. He never noticed any of these signs on the love letter. But just to be sure, he went up to America's doppelganger and tapped his shoulder.
His throat was feeling a bit dry and he was sure that the color in his cheeks had yet to fade, but England managed to ask the guy who turned around from a mildly confused Cuba, "Excuse me, America, but I found this note in-"
"Ah, I'm Canada..."
England performed a double take. Noticing fully that the guy before him wore a shy smile, and his hair was more wavier and his eyes were purple. He also had a bear on his shoulder that was also questioning his identity. "Oh, yes, of course I knew that." That was a pathetic attempt at saving face. England cleared his throat and the note crumbled in his hand at his side. "I'm sorry about the confusion. Anyway, I happened to notice a note in my usual seat which you were in today. Have you ever...written a love confession to anyone?"
Canalone...Columbia...Cleveland...whatever his name was, blinked momentarily before taking a look back at Cuba, which was when his cheeks began to redden. He immediately turned back to England and insisted quite frantically and nervously that he never had, not in his life.
"Are you sure about that?" Cuba pressed, deciding that he liked seeing where this exchange was leading. He also, as a matter of fact, liked to see Canada get flustered like this. It was kind of endearing. "I remember one time-"
"N-no! I-I never have, and I didn't write that!"
"I see." England turned on his heel and examined the nations whom were the last to leave; Ireland, Greece, Italy, and Japan. He then turned back to an amused Cuba and horribly flustered Canada. "Oh well, don't worry about anything. I'm going to return home now."
The two friends exchanged goodbyes with England, and England then left the room and down the halls, his mind was a train wreck of thoughts as he considered who could have possibly left a love letter in his seat and if it was really meant for him. Judging by Canada's reactions, he probably didn't do it...France would not allow him to develop feelings for him considering the way he was.
So who was the writer?
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What England didn't know, was that he dropped the love letter in the hallway of the tenth floor. It wasn't until England had already left for the elevator did Germany notice it lying on the red carpeted flooring and curiously pick it up and look over it.
However, Germany didn't get to read over it too long before noticing that Japan had escaped from Greece whom had been talking to him and taking up a lot of his time as he attempted to leave. He remembered that there was something he needed to give Japan, and caught his attention just as he left the arch.
"Japan, I have something I need to give you." Germany had informed him, Japan merely looked on with curiosity because he didn't know what it could possibly be.
What Germany intended to give Japan was piece of paper he had been instructed to write some details on about an event that would be taking place in his country and other nations were requested to be there, although showing up was optional. Since the papers where the same color and size, Germany accidentally put the love letter England dropped into his hands.
"What is this?" Japan asked him, not getting the point. But can you blame him?
"Everything you need to know, I was contemplating deeply whether to inform you or not once I began. But I decided that it would have to public sooner or later." Oh, he was so blissfully unaware of what he had done. Germany then exchanged goodbyes with Japan and walked away.
When he was out of sight, Japan took a risk and smoothed out the crumbled love letter to look over. He was expecting some kind of news or invitation to something...but he read was so different:
I know this is sudden, but I must tell you something that's been killing me forever.
I...I really, really like you more than what I lead everyone to believe. You're the reason I stay awake at night, the reason I can't breathe when we share a gaze, the reason I can't think straight and feel sick.
Do you notice the way I look at you? Do you notice how I occasionally slip up with the things I say and do? Do you even notice me like I notice you?
Hell, it's more than just a fleeting crush. I WANT you. I NEED you. If you have not figured it out by now, I LOVE you.
But you never give me the opportunity to admit my feelings...
Now you know. And if you...feel the same way...why can't you tell me?
It wasn't seconds until Japan's eyes widened and he backed up to the nearest wall as he reread the message a second time.
That was...well, Japan really didn't know what to think of Germany's declaration. It kind of made sense, considering the both of them were masters at poker faces and one could not simply tell their true emotions beneath it. But he just didn't understand how it had to happen this way...he didn't see it coming...
Who knows how long he had secretly been the object of Germany's affection without realizing it! He was good with not showing any signs of attraction, Japan could give him that. But still! This was just too sudden! He...he needed some time to think about this...the room was suddenly feeling too hot, way too hot. It shouldn't be this hot...!
Too busy freaking out, Japan didn't notice Greece walk up again and greet him. Terribly panicked, Japan was quick to hide the love letter from his view until he could go home later and then try and lie down and think about all of this new information carefully and logically.
Japan hoped that Greece would just leave, but the other nation wasn't about to and got struck by curiosity as he noticed how red his face was turning and how flustered he seemed to be. Japan also looked as if he trying real hard to hide something.
Normally, this wouldn't classify as a big deal to him. But when Japan acts flustered and panicked, you know something is up. So Greece proceeded to try and get him show what he was hiding.
And thus, the chain of awkward and chaotic events was set off.
To Be Continued
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So here's your recap: a mysterious person writes a love letter which seems to be for England (OR IS IT?), England does not notice until later and is surprised by the turn of events. Canada didn't write that (or so he CLAIMS maybe to just save face) but yet seems to have done something of that nature in the past to maybe Cuba. England carelessly drops the love letter; it falls into the hands of Germany whom sends off some very suggestive implications toward Japan (whom may or may not like Greece judging from his mixed messages) along with the love letter. Japan reads over and is shocked by the fact "Germany loves him" and now must hide it from an impending Greece!
Insanity at it's finest, and it will only get worse from here on out. I promise you. ^_- The pairings may seem to all be yaoi at first, but the next chapter will also have slipped in yuri, straight will come in eventually too. So there's "something" for everyone.
If you have any suggestions about where to take the story, I don't mind hearing them. I may actually use them because I have no idea where this plot is going *Blissfully unaware*. If I do use your suggestions, I will mention your name of course.
Read and review, or else you'll have to stay after hours in the World Meeting building forced to eat all of England's leftover food! ;P
~MidnightSakuraBlossom