Well, this is going to be a series of one-shots and drabbles based around different characters and pairings… you know, nothing out of the ordinary.
Warnings: Most of these will probably USUK or at least be about America and England, but I'll try to mix it up! Also, a lot of these will probably be crossovers, because that's what happens when you tie everything into Hetalia. XD"
1.) Life is Kind of Pointless
Characters: America, England, mentions of other characters
Pairings: None
Rating: K
Crossover: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
(Well, I recently went to see a professional production of Big River, and as soon as Huck Finn comes out, the first thing I think is 'Oh my god, it's England.' He had England hair, and his hair was dyed, so his eyebrows were big and black. So, that's where this random thing came from. Plus, being a classic literature-loving Missourian, I love Mark Twain.)
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it was like a storybook-perfect day. 'Much too perfect to waste it in school,' thought Arthur Kirkland as he sat underneath the large oak tree. The sun was slightly to one side of the tree, casting a nice shadow over him. He was tired from fishing earlier (he didn't catch anything, but still) and the heat was making him drowsy. In a few seconds, he had nodded off.
.o.x.o.x.o.
A poke to the cheek jostled Arthur from his sleep. He grunted and opened his eyes slightly. The perpetrator was none other than his best friend, Alfred F. Jones, who was crouching beside him, ready to give him another poke. Arthur groaned and closed his eyes again. "Go 'way."
The poking persisted, harder this time, and more frequent. Arthur scowled and opened his eyes to shoot an emerald glare at his dense friend. "Whaddaya want? Can't you tell I'm busy?"
Alfred gave him a puzzled look. "Busy doin' what?"
"Sleepin', stupid. What did ya think I was doin'?"
Alfred frowned. "Well, that's no fun." He eventually sat down, spreading his legs in front of him. They sat in silence for a while. "So, Artie, I didn't see ya at school today. You really gotta stop ditchin', or ye'll never get educated!" Arthur sighed.
"I'm plenty educated," he retorted. "Besides, all they do there is make you do work that you'll never do again in your life. I mean, knowing how to read and write isn't that big a deal." Alfred looked at his friend and sighed, wishing he would take his future seriously so he wouldn't end up like his drunkard father.
He tugged on Arthur's pinstripe sleeve. "C'mon, Artie, let's do somethin' fun! Like goin' to the cave with the gang! We can get them all to meet us there!" Alfred started getting excited, his blue eyes shining. "Yeah, I'll get the boys and we'll do something awesome, like rob a place or kill some people!" He scrambled to his feet, almost knocking the straw hat off his head and ran off, yelling behind him, "Don't forget, come to the cave at sundown!"
Arthur rolled his eyes and then closed them. He wished Alfred would take things seriously. None of them had enough guts to talk back to an authority figure, much less rob or murder someone. The "gang" was really just him, Alfred, a lecherous idiot named Francis, and three brothers: a tall kid named Eduard, a sensible kid named Toris, and a terrified little pipsqueak named Raivis. There was no way any of them had malicious intent or even looked frightening, for that matter.
He sighed and tried to get into a comfortable position. He could probably sleep for a couple more hours until sundown.