Hi, this is my first story so it might not be very good, but I will try my hardest to write it well.
I, don't own Hetalia...
The day started out normally for America. He gently but firmly smacked the alarm clock on his bedside table and grabbed Texas, his glasses. He got up out of bed, stretched, and immediately went to make himself some breakfast. He yawned loudly as the coffee brewed itself and he grabbed something from his fridge. It just happened to be a burger that he popped into the microwave.
As he waited for his stuff to finish cooking, he ran his fingers through his messy, sandy blond hair, and fiddled with Nantucket, his cowlick.
When to coffee finished itself, he poured the beverage into a bright red, white, and blue mug, and added way too much sugar. Then he grabbed the burger out of the microwave as soon as it beeped.
There was a G8 meeting today, and of course it just happened to be held in his country. They could've chosen anybody else but no. Russia's psychotic smile had convinced all the other countries not to have it at his place.
America mumbled something along the lines of 'stupid commie pig' under his breath and marched to his room while drinking his coffee and eating his burger at the same time. At least it was warm and sunny outside.
He slowly but surely put on his usual meeting clothes, complete by his favorite brown bomber jacket. He smiled to himself as he played some more with Nantucket, and finished his breakfast. The blue eyed nation took his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.
"Oh poop poupie."
He was going to be late, again. The meeting started in three minutes and the time was 6:57. So, America sped to the meeting building as fast as he could while staying under the speed limit. Which is very difficult if you are the personification of the United States of America.
He barged into the building running as fast as he could, going around people almost as fast as the flash.
"Sorry dude! Sorry! Excuse me dudette!" gasped America.
He decided against taking the elevator, and instead jumped up the stairs, four steps at a time.
He didn't need to look for the correct room since he had realized a few decades ago that the rooms that any meeting was being held held in, always had very loud arguing coming from inside them.
He stopped as he heard the stairwell door close behind him, and he listened for the distant yelling of a British man, the screaming of an Italian, and the koling of a Russian.
Then he heard obnoxious laugh of a Frenchman and knew exactly where the meeting room was. He started running at the speed of sound again, dodging random people that were walking down the hallway.
Who cared if they gave him funny looks? All that mattered was that he was the hero and that he had to get to the meeting and dazzle everyone with his awesome ideas.
He raced past a few doors, turned left into the second hallway, and stopped at the seventh door on the right.
America took a few seconds to listen to some of the yells coming from inside before proceeding to enter.
He shoved the doors open, was about to announce his presence, and then he was blasted in the face with bright green light. America turned away and stumbled back into the hallway. He crashed into the wall across from the room and felt Texas fall off his face.
America felt a searing pain in his head and down his back. He could barely hear anything. He heard indistinct voices yelling next to him. He turned his head and saw Canada and Italy were standing next to him. They were both clearly looking at America, but he couldn't see where.
"America? Can you hear me? America!" yelled Canada.
"Y-yeah," Whispered America.
His head hurt. A lot. America just wanted to sleep.
Italy said something, but America didn't hear it. He had lost consciousness.
So there we go! The first chapter of my first fanfiction finished! This may or may not have slight pairings in it, so don hurt or kill me through the computer. I still want to live.
Please review. I'll appreciate it. And you get a free-digital-toast.