RussiaxAmerica Drabble

Russia invites everyone to the beach. America decides to go along, after eating a ton of hamburgers.

I don't own Hetalia


I was in the middle of stuffing my face with hamburgers when that damn commie called me and asked if I wanted to go to the beach. Apparently he was inviting everyone, although he didn't sound too thrilled about me coming along. Of course I'm going! Why would you ask such a silly thing? The hero needs to be there in case someone starts drowning. 'Cause Russia sure wouldn't!

So I crammed the rest of the burgers into my mouth and I speed to the beach in my awesome hero car. I stepped out of the car and ripped my pants off. Yes, my underwear also double as swim trunks. It makes showering easier.

"Sup guys! The hero has arrived!" I shouted, running towards everyone. They all gave me weird looks, probably because I was holding my ripped pants. Then they went back to whatever they were doing. I didn't care; I jumped right into the water. My stomach started to cramp up. Long story short, commie saved me. Everyone laughed at me. It was not cool. People of the world, always wait for your stomach to settle before you swim, and no, I'm not giving away my underwear.


A/N: This is just a RussiaxAmerica drabble fic. I've got another chapter to type up yet, but I'm not sure if I should continue with it or not. Anyways, VoicesoftheSoul came up with the prompt or whatever. Next up is: Da Bomb.