Hi there and welcome to my second Hetalia Fanfic. Since I just started to get into the series, I thought I would start out a top 11 reason's why on Hetalia. If you read my first one on Top 11-Lovable Italy, you know that this is just like that one. . .
Only this time, it's the Top 11-reasons why someone would hate America (The one who goes, "coz I am the hero" if you forgot".) and it has my Hetalia OC: Ireland explaining the reasons why. (*And I'm going by the Anime names, example: England-Britian.)
So this fanfic is dedicated for all the fans of Hetalia and anime fans alike.
And I don't own Hetalia at all, Hetalia belongs to Hideakaz Himaruya-Sensei. Without the creator, we wouldn't have an awesome series, so thank you Himaruya-Sensei ^-^.
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Warning: This is an OCxAmerica pairing, so if you don't like it, don't read it. And if you don't like it, you have no right to flame it or write any negative comments. If you do read this, it's of your own free will, so all complaints should be kept to yourself…. The background story was added, so it will help you understand it better.
OC NAME: Laura GreenHeart aka: Ireland
Appearance: Light Summer-Red color hair (long-below waist), light blue eyes, (almost ocean like color) and kinda tall (medium height, if it's easier)
Chapter One: America…Start the countdown (11-9)
As another day passes by us. . .
So does another day in the lives of the countries . . . And another World Conference is about to begin. But before that happens, we get to have another one of Ireland's top list's. . .
~Hetalia~
"Ok, so what to do now. . . I'm soooo bored . . . AGAIN" A girl with light summer-red colored hair and greenish-blue eyes said to herself as she sat on the grassy ground and stared out into the sky. It was a sunny day and she had a day off from being in all those world conference meetings.
And once again, the karma of boredom got to her again. And boy did she hated it.
And also once again, most of her friends were busy for the day so she was home alone . . .again with nothing to do She had thought of new things to do and everything else to do to keep herself from being bored:
*Reading all of Japan's book's (including literal and manga titles)
*watched everything she could find on TV
*cleaned up the kitchen from Italy's cooking disaster
*And organized anything that looked out of place.
But now, there was nothing to do . . . and she wanted something to do to keep herself from being bored. As she was about to lie down on the grass and close her eyes, she heard an argument coming from not far from where she was relaxing.
"I said no, you lazy fat pigheaded buffoon!" The girl looked up and saw a short haired blond English accented speaking man, shouting at a another dirty blond haired man with glasses and a old type military coat on, looking like he was full of himself.
"Come on, Britain. You said you would do whatever I say, if I won the game and I did.
So you have to pay up." The blond whined at Britain who gave him a hard staring look.
"I never did agree to something like that. And why on earth do you think that you won the game? It's oblivious that you cheated, America . . ." Britain said as America shook his head.
"I didn't cheat . . .COZ I'M AMERICA AND I'M THE HERO! Hero's don't cheat." America said as Britain started yelling at America again. The two argued once again as the girl started to get annoyed at the two of them.
She held up a fist as she was about to smack them silly . . .
But then she got an idea. . .
She had a way of finally relieving her boredom for the day.
She got up and raced down to the two countries. (*she needed them for her plan.*) As she got closer, she took a deep breath as she yelled out to them.
"AMERICA! BRITAIN! YOU TWO STOP FIGHTING . . . RIGHT NOW!" She yelled at them as she charged straight at them. She couldn't run very fast, due to the long Light evergreen dress that she was wearing, that slowed her down.
She pulled out a small rod from her pocket as she turned into her giant hammer and swung it down between the two countries. It made a banging sound as it hit the ground, leaving a medium size hole in the ground. The two guys jumped out of the way, to avoid being smashed to death by her hammer.
"What the bloody hell was that for? Are you literally trying to kill us with that blasted trinket?" The blonde English man says to her as he starts yelling at her again, "Have you lost your bloody mind, Laura?"
She ignored him as she put her hammer down so she could think properly. After a few minutes of thinking, America decided to argue with Britian again.
They continued where they had left off as Laura continued to think.
A light bulb idea suddenly came into her mind…
And idea that she knew all too well…
"I GOT IT!" She exclaimed as she starts running down to where America was. She couldn't run very fast, due to her long evergreen dress that she was wearing.
When she got close to where America was, she stopped and took in a deep breath.
"A…ME…RI…CA!" She yelled outloud, making America jump in shock. The blonde American turned around to see Laura GreenHeart aka Ireland staring at him, almost out of breath.
"Damn, Ireland. You scared the carp outta me!. . . Do you need me for something?" America asked as she ran over to him and grabbed his hand, as she started to run again.
"Yes I do, America…" Ireland said as an evil grin came onto her face, making him give off a small smile. Since he first laid eyes on her, he had developed strong feelings for her and over the past few months, he had asked Laura almost a thousand times to go out with him, but she always turned him down.
But maybe, this time, . . .
she was finally gonna give him a chance to go out with him…
(Author: I highly doubt it America!)
When they got back to Ireland's spot that she was relaxing, as looks at America, still having the evil grin on her face.
"Um, Ireland…" America says as Ireland writes something down in her sketchbook. America looks over to see what she is doing.
"Oh, wow, you have a sketchbook,?...
Hey, wait a minute, ….why does that sound like déjà vu?" Ireland continues to write as America blabs on then stands up and say her announcement:
"TO HELP WITH MY BOREDOM, I'M GONNA START A TOP 11 COUNTDOWN…
ON AMERICA!" Ireland proclaims as America gives off a smile(* since he also, like Italy has no idea what she's talking about.) She grins at him, as she starts her countdown:
"Ok, to start us off…
This is: THE TOP 11 REASON'S WHY I HATE YOU AMERICA!"
"What? How could say that? I thought you gonna let me ask you out again…" America whined at Ireland.
"Oh, there's plenty of reason's why I won't go out with you… and this will tell you WHY!" Ireland said as America started to pout.
"Oh this, I gotta see, Laura!" Britian said, wanting to see his cousin make a fool out of America. (*Author Note: Yes, in this story, Ireland is Britain's cousin, just to let you know.*)
So here we go:
#11: When you ran away from Grandpa Rome's 'song' the first time…
America: I never ran from that! why would I do something as stupid as that? I wouldn't, coz I'm the hero!
Ireland: are you sure about that?
Britian: you wanker, you totally did run! I saw you…
America: NO, I DIDN'T! NYA, NYA, NYA, NYA, NYA!
*Group stops as they hear a familiar music coming towards them*
Ireland: is that…
Britian: oh, crap, not this loon again…
*Enter Ancient Rome aka Grandpa Rome as he starts singing The song of 'Hell' again (opera like music)*
*Sing along if you know the words*
Rome: Listen now, as I tell you what hell would be…
To begin with all the cooks would be British!
The police would all be German,
And the engineering would fall to the French!
Your lover of course would naturally . . .be Swiss,
And all the bankers would be from: ITALY!
*Random audience applause as Ancient Rome aka Grandpa Rome leaves the area (opera like music ends)*
Ireland: BYE, GRANDPA ROME! *waves goodbye as America and Britian stare dumbfounded*
America: hahahahaha! RUN AWAY! *Runs away*This is not me running, I'm just getting something I forgot….
Ireland: he ran away, didn't he?
Britian *sighs* yes he did….
Well, shall we move on to the next one luv?
Ireland: OK, well do it while we wait for him to come back…. Moving on…
#10: 'The certified Couch stuffing Scones'
(* America comes back*)
America: oh yeah, those did taste bad, especially since Britain made them himself…
Britian: YOU BASTARD! THOSE SCONES WERE MADE IN A RECIPE PASSED DOWN TO ME, BY MY MUMSY!
*Starts to strangle America*
Ireland: well, I thought they were good, especially with some butter…
*Stops strangling*
Britian: you did? They were that good?
Ireland: yeah, they were.
Britian: I luv you cousin! *Hugs Ireland*
America: oh sure, you get a hug and I get a smack to the face…*Grumbles* and didn't you tell me that she was your sister?
Author's Voice *Enters and everyone listens up*: well, it's more complicated…see in Ireland, cousins are like siblings and you can marry them without restrictions. So even though in Great Britian, she registered as his sister, in her country they were born as cousins.
That, make any sense to you guys?*All three nod their heads as Author's voice leaves*
America: you know something? That almost sounds like that narrator voice… and I always hated that person.
Britian: I totally agree with you mate…
Ireland nods her head as they continue on to the next number…
#10: When you ran away from Grandpa Rome's 'song' the second time…
America: I never ran from that!
Ok, maybe I did…but I know I didn't the second time! Why would I do something as stupid as that? I wouldn't, coz I'm the hero!
Ireland: are you sure about that? when Grandpa Rome, we both saw your little feet start running for the hills…
Britian: She's right, you wanker, you totally did run! We both saw you…
America: NO, I DIDN'T! YOU GUYS MESSING WITH ME! NYA, NYA, NYA, NYA, NYA!
*Group stops as they hear a familiar music coming towards them*
Ireland: is that…Grandpa Rome Again?
Britian: oh, crap, not another one….
Ireland: yeah! sing it, Grandpa Rome!
*Enter Ancient Rome aka Grandpa Rome as he starts singing The song of 'Heaven' again (ukulele like music*)
*Sing along if you know the words*
Rome: Listen now, as I tell you what heaven would be…
All the cooks would be French,
The police would all be British, Obviously,
Engineering would be German,
The Bankers would all be from Switzerland,
And of course your lover naturally be Italian…YAHOO!~
*Random audience applause as Ancient Rome aka Grandpa Rome leaves the area (Ukulele like music ends)*
Ireland: BYE, GRANDPA ROME…AGAIN! COME BACK SOON… *wave's goodbye as America and Britian stare dumbfounded, again*
America: hahahahaha! MORE RUN AWAY! *Runs away*This is not me running AGAIN, I'm just getting something I forgot…. Those hamburgers I left inside the house…
Ireland: he ran away again, didn't he?
Britian *sighs* yes he did…. That bloody idiot is such a coward…
Well, shall we move on to the next one luv?
Ireland: well, let's go get America first….
But for now we need to take a break since Ireland as to start up the next list and those hamburgers America mentioned sounded really good right now…
And onward to the next set of numbers…*CLIFFY*
~END CHAPTER~
Author: yes, I ended it on a cliffy, because I ran out of space to write and time limit. The next chapter will be the next set of numbers …
But what they are I can't say, coz that would be spoiling it for you. You'll just have to wait till then…
America: Hey, Inu, I'm not liking this….
It's all about why I'm hated…. THAT'S NOT A HERO AT ALL! THE HERO CAN'T BE HATED!
Author: Do you want a hamburger? *gives him hamburger*
America: YES! *eats hamburger*
Britian: WANKER! *Shakes head*
Author: stay tuned for the next chapter! ~