Well, this is just a cute little drabble i cooked up. Hope y'all like it.
Inspired by this this hilariousness: .com/watch?v=2Hosf86OLxM
Axis Powers Hetalia and the World Cup Commercial belong to their respective owners, copyright holders, and companies. They not be mine. (if they were, RusPru would be canon).
Enjoy!
England chuckled jovially as he shut his hotel door behind him, balancing his flag in one hand and clasping his little copy of a son, London in the other. He gave the gray-eyed boy a smirk, and a familiar tune rouse in their throats as they all but skipped down the hall, "Two world wars and one World Cup! England! England! Two World Wars and one Word Cup, England all the way~!" They chuckled wickedly as England pressed the elevator button, the excitement of the impending match against those damn Kraut's rising in their chests like a balloon.
"You know London m'son, we're gonna blow them away!" said England, a grin stretching over his face that London returned, another wave of cackles at the German's impending doom (DAMMIT THEY'D WIN THIS TIME) kicking up again.
They didn't notice the elevator door opened until a barrage of chuckles, snorts, 'kesesese's' and a low rumbling laugh met them. The Englishmen froze and stared at the family of German states, Germany himself, and the stray oblast. The all wore their red, yellow, and black with pride, just as England and London were decked out in red and white. There was an awkward silence, and England felt that he'd be getting beaten up if he said the wrong words right now . . .Don't get him wrong, He'd never be afraid of the Germans! Never! . . . Soccer was just serious business. And they could snap him in two with those fucking freakish tree-trunk-like arms, dammit all! But he wasn't scared! Maybe a tiny, just a tiny . . .
Whilst on the Germans side, Ludwig pushed his brothers and sisters back to make room for the two, oddly thinking about something America always muttered 'An awkward silence . . ..GAY BABY IS BORN!' Oh god. Next thing he'd know, he'd be liking McDonald's too. He shook his head to clear out the disturbing thought as England and London squeezed into the elevator. England's hand gripped London's shoulder as the little boy regained a bit of his smirk from before.
As the two safely squeezed into the elevator, London grinned at seemingly nothing and sang, "Two World Wars and One World Cup~!'' Before quickly getting a British hand clamped over his mouth.
As the elevator doors slide closed, however, England couldn't help but feel that his death was near as seven very angry Germans turned to stare at him with murderous gazes.
Two World Wars and One World Cup . . . .
