AN: Guys... I have no clue why I wrote this to be honest. I was just wondering what Alfred and Tony's friendship would be like if Tony were a human and attractive. The guy doesn't get enough you know? So I thought id get the little guy a chance. (and yes I know that Antarctica is not a country. Its a fanfic okay)
So this is rated T but it may change to M. I don't think anything smexy will happen but Tony has such a dirty mouth. (cussing, and adult language etc.) Haha so well, have fun reading!
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.
Tony watched intently as his best friend Alfred (America) jogged away waving at him as he entered the World conference's double doors. Once again he was told to sit out in the lobby and wait till the important world meeting was over. Never once was he allowed inside because it was strictly meant for countries and them alone. So if you weren't a country, you could never get in. Of course the little grey alien has tried many times before to sneak in but it only lead to him and Alfred getting in serious trouble. He stopped bothering to enter if it meant his best and only friend would be disciplined for his actions. And of course the one who would punish the American was that cocky stuck up, thick eyed browed Brit. How he hated that man with fury. Just the thought of him yelling at Alfred or just him in general made him cuss a thousand times in his head.
The red-eyed alien grumbled as he sat on the couch in the lobby where he was left and told to stay. The room was absolutely boring to him. There were no electronics to watch, listen, or hack into. Only paintings on the wall of past noble men or some king and queen were hung all around. The room was old-fashioned and lame. Typical because it belonged to no other but the old-fashioned English man himself. Tony hated coming to his country. He only came because Alfred was here and he followed him everywhere. Yes he literally followed him everyone. There was never a second where the two weren't pinned at the side. Well expect for the bathroom and world meetings. The two were best friends and totally inseparable. There was nothing more he loved than spending time with his American. Alfred after all was his and his alone. Nobody knew it and neither did Alfred. Tony would repeatedly tell Alfred that he imprinted on him but the American would laugh it off. Did humans not understand what imprinted meant? Maybe it was different on this planet…
Growing bored, Tony leaped off the couch where he was told to strictly to stay put and left the room without care. He scanned the walls for something interesting but if it weren't electronic, then it most likely wasn't worth his time.
As he continued his walk of boredom he bumped into something hard with his large head. Of course it didn't even make him flinch (his skin was like steel) but it sure as hell got the other into a fit of sorts.
"Bloody hell was that!?" An accented voice sputtered in surprise and slight pain looking around hurriedly. With Tony being so sort the English man didn't notice the alien standing right in front of him. Growing annoyed and being blocked, Tony flicked the man's knee. The blond oddly looked down then narrowed his eyes sharply at the silver little creature.
"Oi! What are you doing here you-you thing!" England shouted.
Tony would roll his eyes but it would be hard for anyone to tell with his eyes being all red and no pupil. "Move fucker." He said as he continued to pinch the well dressed mans knee.
"How dare you treat the host country in such horrible manner!"
Tony ignored him and continued his pinching.
"Stop bloody pinching me already!" England said slapping the others hand away. "That fool America will defiantly get a word or two about this after the meeting! How much of an idiot can that boy be for bringing things like you here to an important countries meeting! I swear you'd think he'd learn his lesson the first time. What a foolish thing to think that anything got through that thick skull of his." The English man snickered to himself.
As England mentioned America, Tony stopped his assault and froze wide-eyed. Once again his belonging (or best friend) was going to get in trouble because of him. He swore he wouldn't let that happen again though. America even made him pinky swore! Apparently it was the highest level or swearing in this world he was told. Would this be breaking their promise to each other?
Tony glared up at the cocky Brit who was questionably glaring down at him with his arms crossed. That bastard, Tony thought. It was all this big-eyed browed guys fault! If he weren't in his way then this would have never happened!
Just as England was about to carry on with another rude rant, Tony surprisingly leapt up and clung to the English mans face. Scratching, clawing at the man who threaten his friendship and maybe someday relationship with! Tony cursed as he began to attack the others face with anger and a slight bit of joy.
"What do you think you're doing?! Get off me you damn bloody creature you!" The blond yelled loudly as the alien suddenly gripped his eye-brows and started violently yanking at them with his tiny little fingers.
"Die you face fuck!" Tony yelled flatly. Even in a moment of combat his voice had no emotion.
"D-did you just say die!? How dare you!" Tony was then pried of the English mans face with force and held in the air like a child would be.
"Let me fucking go!" He struggled in the air kicking and clawing at noting.
England glared and gripped the small grey alien even tighter. Oh how he loathed that creature that he refused to believe in. Only fairies and magical things were real! Not aliens and things that America had said to be real!
"You disgusting little filth. Coming into my country was one mistake and attacking me was another! Apologize or else you will pay."
The frustrated alien stopped his struggling and glared at England. Trying to use his big red eyes to burn the very man in front of him. Static grew in between them as nothing was said.
"Well? What will it be you twit?" England raised an eyebrow with a smirk barely noticeable on his lips. Something about that looked made Tony uneasy.
"Fuck you big eye brows fucker."
And that was all it took to send the man over the dark edge. England let the smile creep slowly onto his face that he had been holding back. He let out a dark chuckle as his green forest eyes turned a shade darker.
"Very well… I suppose you leave me no choice." Before Tony had anytime to respond he was sharply throw back into the wall all the way down the narrow hall. He smashed into an old large book-case but surprisingly nothing fell. He continued to lay there more stunned than in pain. He didn't feel much pain with his tough skin.
When he looked up again he noticed that England had a large and awfully old-looking book in his hand. He was mumbling something in a weird tongue as he eyes rapidly raced across the page. Suddenly a glowing light appeared from the book and the wind in the hall started to pick up. Tony tried to march back over to the Brit but the strange wind was too strong for him to even move a foot.
A glow started to form around one of England's held out hands that grew brighter and brighter as he read on.
"You bloody fool. Messing with a man as powerful as myself. I will vanish from this world and make you nothing but ash to sprinkle upon my rose garden!" England cackled like a mad man and pointed his glowing hand towards Tony. "Farwell and good riddance!"
A large bolt of light sprung from England's hand and struck Tony as if like a lighting bolt. He again flew back into the bookcase and this time it went tumbling forward and landing on top of him.
He shook violently beneath the books as his whole body heated up with a sensationally burning pain. Was he actually going to turn to ash like England had said? The warmth in his body became so hot that it was unbearable. It felt as though he were in flames. The burning spread throughout his fingers and toes and every other spot on his small steel like body. He gasped when he felt something inside change and his heart race rapidly. What was happening? He must be burning to death for sure.
When the light and the wind calmed down, the room was nothing but complete silence. The bookcase that fell on the small grey alien was still.
England grinned and closed his book of spells shut. He was overly happy with himself and his skillful powers. He surprised himself every time how amazing he was really.
An old grandfather clock started to chime and the Englishman nearly jumped at the sudden noise in the now peaceful silent hall. He glanced at the hands on the face of the clock.
"What a waste of time and power that was. Suppose I should be off to make it to the meeting on time." He mumbled straightening out his jacket and brushing off the dust on his sleeves. He frowned when he tried smoothing his eyebrows back down as they continued to stand up from being yanked at.
Remembering that, he turned to the book-case that had fallen over and stared at thinking of what to do.
"I'll return to collect the ashes later. More important madders are at hand." He said to himself before turning and striding down the hall to attend the world conference that he was to host and lead.
As he turned the corner and disappeared, a small noise arose from the mess of spilled items. The noise came again but louder followed by a moan and few cusses.
The fallen of bookcase nudged up and back down several times as it was trying to be lifted. Finally it was pushed up and shoved aside. The pile of books lay still till a pale hand slowly reached its way upwards out of them as if it were a zombie rising form the grave.
The hand stretched out as the long pale slim fingers bent open and close. But this hand was no alien hand; it was the hand of a human.
AN: Damn you England and your sorcery! (but also nice thanks)
I kind of imagine Tony really sexy as a human. I mean tall, slim, pale, whitish hair, and red eyes? Sounds nice to me.