Hey guys!

My first go at writing Hetalia fanfiction (so don't be too harsh _). This is just a sort of "filler" as I have my exams coming up so I created a fanfic which would be quick and easy to update, but still be good and fun!

Pairings: US/UK, Ger/Ita (implied).

Dislaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Okay?

1st May

10:00 am

Uggghhhh. How the hell can a hangover last this long. My head feels like it's imploding.

America was to lazy to actually kiss me this morning so instead he sort of slobbered on my face. How charming of him.

Oh well, at least the wedding was a sucsess. It was an incredible day. Everyone was excited. I think America was more excited than the whole of England. He even made "Will and Kate - The Movie". I smiled as best as I could as I accepted his rather disturbing gift. I still haven't brought myself to watch it. Even after he forced me to air it on TV.

That whole day was crazy though. There was a place where we countries sat and watched everyone walk in. Some of the hats were hillarious though. It took all my effort not to laugh when I saw Eugenie and Beatrix.

Kate looked beautiful though. We were all gobsmacked when she walked in. I think I was more nervous than she was about this whole wedding though.

I think seeing Kate in that dress has given North Italy some strange ideas for him and Germany. Das ist furchtbar!

Stupid America had to go and ruin my confident composure by pointing out how amazing I looked. I had a suit tailor made for the day (I had to look my best - 160 other countries were watching!) and apparantly I looked gorgeous. And of course, I started blushing like a freak. America didn't look all that bad in his black suit. I wish he'd dress like that more often - his casual attire looks most undignified.

Ahh well, the 29th of April 2011 is definitely a day to remember.

Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the world!

12:00 pm

Now then, Alternative voting? Hmmm...

Maybe I should ask China.

Hmmm, perhaps he's not the best person to ask.

Russia?

No. I think he's still a bit sore about the whole black magic thing. But seriously, everytime I try to summon the devil, he comes out of nowhere! I know he can be a bit sinister sometimes but he's hardly Lucifer!.

For Gods sake, why is it that my own government is arguing with itself? Can't Cameron and Clegg just agree for once?

This referendum is giving me a headache.

12:15 pm

France just called. Apparantly America's having a huge party to celebrate independence day and I'm not invited.

12:17 pm

What the hell. What the actual hell

France better just be winding me up.

12: 30 pm

Just rang America thinking I would confront him like a man.

Instead I just listened to him drone on about some new diet.

I hate him.

12: 31 pm

I love him. Stupid tosser.

4:30 pm

After a lot of procastinating, I finally managed to ask America about this party.

"A party?...hey that sounds like a great idea!" was his response.

I may actually murder France. I should've known this was a set up.

Although it wasn't all that bad. Afterwards he got all affectionate and worked up so we had half an hour of pulling paradise.

7: 45 pm

Hahahahahaha.

America just gave me the guest list for this party.

France isn't invited. Again.

La la la, my life is wonderful.

2nd May

11:00 am

America has been in an unusually good mood this morning.

He was dancing around like a twat singing about some victory.

Hmmm he probably just lost a couple of pounds.

Yes, that's it.

12:32 pm

It turns out that earlier today, the leader of a terrorist group was killed by the U.S military.

It feels kind of weird. I mean, it's not often you celebrate a persons death.

10 years America's been hunting after this man who's caused him so much suffering.

Oh well, at least we don't have to worry anymore.

12:43 pm

America's having yet another party to celebrate the sucsess. Usually I would object to this but I suppose it's something very special for him, seeings how the terrorist attacks were so devastating.

Poor soul.

9:00 pm

Just had a lovely evening - where to begin?

The party was more of a date than anything. We went out for a meal and some drinks and his boss gave a speech about the U.S military's sucsess.

However, I noticed America looked a bit sad.

It was really strange, seeings how a lot of his citizens were dancing with joy.

Afterwards we sat in his garden, sipping wine and that's when he opened up to me.

"No matter how much I celebrate I...I know I should be happy but..."

"America, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I-it...t-the pain...England! It's never gonna go away! I think of those people who's lives were lost and I..." That was all he said before the tears came rolling out. He didn't need to say anything else - I knew exactly why he was sad.

I couldn't bear to see him cry. Even when he was a child.

So I hugged him. Kissed him. Held him.

"Shh...It's okay...It's okay..." I felt almost angry,"He's not going to hurt you anymore America..."

"...I hope."

Awwww...

But on a serious note, my thoughts are with those whose lives were affected by the devestating terrorist attacks.

Feedback would very much appreciated (puts on cutest face).

Bye for now!

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