Language: English
Categories: General?
Title: National Awakening
Summary: When do you know you're screwed? When America takes something seriously, and Italy doesn't bring up pasta -ONCE- in a conversation. Yes, friends, the world might well be doomed.
Author's Note: This was originally done as part of a written meme on my DevinatArt account. It's the second (although short) "story" I've completed for Hetalia, so I'm still too hesitant with the characters to do a lot at once with 'em. Anyhow, the issues mentioned are direly over-dramatized but the theme was basically "we're screwed," using a song from Ali Project called National Awakening ~Catharsis~. And yes, yes I did switch back and forth between nation and human names. Sorry. D8
National Awakening
Really, it was amazing none of them had noticed how bad things had gotten everywhere before now.
Most, if not all, of them were sick from something or other and those that didn't outwardly seem to be ill were visibly exhausted and seemed on the verge of collapsing. Others were in tattered clothes and various other states of disrepair, while still others were struck with hot or cold flashes at the most inopportune and unpredictable of times; some of which struck even the most unexpected of them!
Even England and France seemed to have temporarily buried the hatchet in favour of sitting in silent, companionable misery from the most recent flu they had caught (and the other nations were being wary of getting too close to their proximity.)
It was only when America and Egypt had to throw on a couple of extra coats in summer, and Russia stripped almost all of his layerings off in winter (it was, after all, from him that the blonde had gotten them, having found himself shockingly unable to afford one himself) that the state of the world really and fully sank in on them.
By God, they had to do something before they all collapsed one by one!
Surprisingly, that meeting turned out to be the first one held where even Alfred failed to produce one impossible or ridiculous idea, and where the younger Italy brother seemed to be completely ignoring his stomach and his craving for pasta for once.
God above, thought Arthur and Ludwig in silent unison, we really must be in trouble.