I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/
"America."
America looked up from watching TV, to see Molossia, a chubby little tot that had recently surfaced as a micronation, standing across from him with an extremely serious expression on his face. "Yeah, Mol? What is it?"
Molossia looked down at his toes, then locked eyes with America. It was as though something important hinged on this moment to the little micronation, and he squeaked out, in dead serious tones, "I have to sing you a song."
"Oh, I see." America tried to look as serious as Molossia, muting the TV even though it had just gotten interesting. "What song?"
"Your World." Molossia picked at the buttons on his overalls, then looked to see if America was taking this seriously. "I have to sing it for you now."
"Okay. Shoot." America leaned back in his seat, as if preparing for a show.
Molossia cleared his throat, and then started on the song 'Part of Your World' from the Little Mermaid. His voice was carefully hitting every note, and he kept eye contact with America the whole time.
America sat patiently, hands folded in his lap. The little micronation had been watching the movie nonstop, so this was only a little bit of a surprise.
As Molossia hit the last note, he bowed his head, folding his hands together.
America clapped, grinning. "Great job, Mol! You're an awesome singer."
Molossia nodded, then sighed. "I wanna sit with you," he said, cuddling up to America. "And I wanna watch Little Mermaid."
So much for America's show. But he put it on, laughing. "I'm going to have to make Scuttle's voice, though. You up for that?"
"You make the best voices," Molossia said placidly; he was a pretty easygoing kid.
As the movie started, America wrapped an arm around Molossia.
Having a micronation was awesome.
/AN/ Just a little drabble. I hope you enjoyed it! I feel there's not enough Molossia. And there's like, no little Molossia, so consider this my contribution!