So, this is my first story! Yay! But anyways, this is a collection of oneshots/drabbles about Hetalia that are probably very confusing. But anyways, allons-y! BTW, this IS a crackfic.
(I don't own anything...I really don't.)
THE REAL WAR ON DRUGS
*A couple months ago at England's house*
"Yo, wassup dude? What's this 'heroin' thing banned at my house?" echoed a loudby yell from England's tea room?
"Use proper English!" scolded England, annoyed at America's mannerisms, and constant showing up at his house.
"If you really want to know, heroin is something that Netherlands has that makes you a Hero" stated England, forgetting that his old colony cannot read the mood.
*Now*
America woke up to being kicked. Hard. In the head. By a blonde dude.
"Why are you on my porch?" asked Netherlands, while raising an eyebrow
"Wassup! Just gimme more heroin! I can't get it in m'country" drawled America, while still lying on Netherlands porch.
Netherlands rolled his eyes, accustomed to this. He would have to yell at England for this.
"Nope." responded Netherlands, popping the p and stepping back into his home.
America chuckled at his friend, who purposely left some heroin on the porch.
*Later*
Barack Obama stared at the personification of America, stabbing heroin needle after heroin needle into his arm.
"I need to start a war against drugs" he mused.
"And stop Alfred from visiting the Kingdom of the Netherlands" he added as an afterthought.