Hiya~ so apparently I did come up with an idea, here ya go!

America's Resolutions are the normal ones for him: serious, smart and thin. This is just the intro chapter of this story.

Warnings: cursing, anorexia/ bulimia, and Americest

Disclaimers: I don't own hetalia, but I own the plot (to some degree)


Bloody hell! You stupid git!

Ohonhon Amerique, I can see you growing fatter by the minute!

Gott dammit Amerika! Why can't you pay attention!

You used to just be a fat ass, hamburger bastard, but now you're fucking huge!


"That's it!" America yelled, yanking off his tie and throwing it down on his hotel bed. "I hate that nobody takes me seriously! Always calling me stupid and fat!"

As he stomped towards the little balcony, he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jacket pocked before discarding it on the floor. Breathing in the cold Swedish air, America flicked the lighter open, letting the small flame warm his cheeks. "Maybe it will melt the fucking fat away," he muttered, before spinning a cigarette around his fingers and lighting it.

"Fem! Fyra! Tre! Två! Ett! (5! 4! 3! 2! 1!) Gott Nytt År! (happy new year)" the crowd bellow America yelled, as huge fireworks erupted from the rooftops. Bright blues, yellows, reds, purples, and oranges colored the midnight sky.

"Happy New Year," America murmured. "I've always neglected to make or follow through with my resoluions… This time I won't fail. Starting this year, for now and forever, I won't be America the lazy, the stupid, and the fat. I will be America the focused, the smart, and the thin. I will be America the beautiful again!"


O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

-America the Beautiful