Disclaimer for this story: Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series is property of Hidekaz Himaruya and InuYasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author, punkish furball. The author, punkish furball, is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. The author, punkish furball, makes no profit from this fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended.

punkish furball – Hey ev'rybody!

Words to Ponder:

Welcome all! I was recently in a bit of a funk and feeling really down on myself. I won't go into details, but, hopefully, things will be getting better. The product of my growing good mood and Hetalia Axis Powers on DVD was this! :) This is my first time using a lot of the other countries so it might not be so good initially.

Just showing a lil love for America~! Then others later on.

Comments? Questions? Words of Wisdom? Contact moi!

Drabble 1: Meeting the…Parents? (or maybe it should be Mother Countries?)

It wasn't hard to tell that something was wrong with America. Anytime he wasn't his usual loud, energetic, and cocky self, there had to be something wrong with him. England would be more aware of any change in the younger country's behavior than any other nation considering their history. Just before the first meeting of this year's G8 summit, which was hosted in France much to England's disgust, was supposed to start, England saw America seated at the table looking over some papers from his brief case without saying a word to anyone.

As usual, Italy was slurping from plate of pasta while sighing happily with Germany keeping an eye on him in case he did anything stupid. Russia was seated at the meeting table with a boyish smile on his face emitting a disturbing vibe. France was laughing lightly and sending seductive looks in the direction of…a white polar bear cub? Japan had yet to show up to the meeting place which was odd for the Asian nation, but England couldn't be concerned with that now. America working so diligently…ignoring all of the other member nations' wild antics around him…not going on about hamburgers and being a hero? What in the world was wrong with him?

Before England had a chance to make his move, France ceremoniously took the seat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"L'Angleterre, you seem to be paying a lot of attention to L'Amérique," France purred, "Thinking about finally consummating your Relation Spéciale, non?"

"Sod off, you frog!" England exclaimed and roughly shoved the flirtatious nation away.

"In the mood to play rough, L'Angleterre?" France questioned with a smirk on his face.

"How dare you attempt to solicit me, sir?" England shouted and raised an angry fist in front of France's face.

"I'm not the one looking at his former colony with bedroom eyes!" France retorted, "Although I have entertained such thoughts before, right, L'Canada?" France sent a wink in the timid country's direction…when exactly did he get here?

"Maybe you two can save your conversation for later. We have a meeting to start and I'd like to get to all the topics on today's agenda without going over our scheduled time limit," America said sternly while looking at England and France with disappointment. All movement in the meeting room ceased and everyone looked at the nation with a gaping mouth and wide eyes except for Russia who simply uttered a surprised "Да?"

"What justa happened?" Italy asked the surrounding countries.

"America just called the meeting to order?" Germany exclaimed.

"He must be joking!" England suggested to the others with a nervous laugh, "Good one, America. Acting all mature and grown-up." America did not seem amused.

"If you're all done," America began, "we can get started with today's meeting and get to everything without any delays. Japan told me he wasn't going to be able to make it to this year's summit, so he sent a replacement who's running a little late. Someone will have to take notes for him. Any volunteers?"

"Ja, I'll do it," Germany volunteered seemingly pleased with the new changes America had undergone while still a little freaked out by it. Now if only someone else would be more serious, he would be ecstatic.

"Hold on! Just who put you in charge?" England shouted, trying to goad America into a fight.

'That should bring him back to normal!' England thought triumphantly, 'He loves nothing more than to disagree with me!'

"If you would rather lead the meeting, be my guest," America said without the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice, "As long as we get our work done, I could really care less who is in charge."

"L'Amérique just allowed L'Angleterre to be in charge?" France shouted.

"Thatsa impossible!" Italy screamed and pounced onto Germany's chest, clinging to him for dear life.

"Vhat in the of name of mein holy Führer are you doing?" Germany shouted and fought to pry Italy off of his body. The Mediterranean country just held on tighter.

"New America scares me!" Italy shouted while crying loudly, "Protect me, Germany!"

"We'll never get anything done at this rate," America said to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be the only country eager to get everything started and over with. He turned to the fading image of Canada seated at the table with his polar bear cub in his lap.

"Have any ideas to get everyone to calm down, Canada?" America said to his silent, semi-visible brother.

"You can see me?" Canada shouted which sounded more like a dull whisper to America's ears.

"Of course I can. Why wouldn't I?" America asked. Over the hysterics of the other nations and Russia's eerie calmness, there was a gentle rapping noise on the door to the meeting room. Excited to see the new comer to the room who was hopefully less scary than new America, Italy hopped off of Germany's muscled chest and skipped toward the door.

"Ciao!" he said happily as he put his hand on the door knob, "I hope you like pasta!" Italy opened the door and his cheeks lit up to a soft pink hue.

"Vho is it?" Germany asked his dumbstruck ally, "Japan's replacement?"

"Is it China?" Russia asked excitedly, "He should have sent him." Italy excitedly shook his head and ignored the fact he had just answered one of Russia's questions.

"Ve~! You're too pretty to be China!" Italy exclaimed, "Please come in! Everything is going to be a thousand times better now that you're here!" Italy reached forward, eagerly grabbed a pair of pale, delicate-looking wrists, and pulled. A petite Asian woman stumbled into the room. She wore a black jacket over a crisp white blouse and matching black pants that flared over her black heels which added a few inches to her height. The simple outfit complemented her figure and contoured to her curves. She wore almost no makeup; there was only a light gloss on her lips and smoky eye shadow to highlight her bright blue eyes. She had the top of her hair pulled back and held together with a silver hair clip while the rest flowed down her shoulders in raven colored waves. She managed to slip her hands away from Italy's and stood before the gathering of nations before speaking.

"Kon'nichiwa!" she greeted them cheerfully, "My name is Higurashi Kagome and I will be representing Japan for the duration of the G8 summit." When she finished her introduction, she bowed low at her waist. Before anyone could say anything, America shot up to his feet and dove in the direction of the petite Japanese woman, knocking the two of them to the ground.

"Kagsy!" he shouted happily and nuzzled his cheek against her bosom, "I missed you so much!"

"You just left yesterday," Kagome murmured with her blush glowing brighter by the second, but she returned America's enthusiastic embrace.

"Ameri—I mean Alfred," England said to break the awkward silence, addressing America, who seemed to be back to his normal self, by his human name just in case Japan didn't tell his representative the entire truth about them, " do you know this young woman?"

"Oh yeah!" America shouted and rose from the floor. He picked up Kagome from the ground and set her down in front of him. With a goofy grin stretched across his face, he hooked his arms around her neck, hugging her from behind, and rested his chin on her head.

"Kagome's my girl!"

"What the?/ Qu'est-ce?/ Cosa?/Was?/ Что?"

-O0o0O-

punkish furball – Haha! Way to drop the bomb (no pun intended)! L83R, DUD35! Furball out!

(revised 03.15.2012)