AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi my first time publishing a Hetalia fanfiction, I've written others but never published anything before. For those who've read my DMC fiction, I'm not sure when I'm updating that one. But yeah this is a humorous story first and foremost, and because of that I've included the characters laughs and their stereotypes in here for shits and giggles. But I if I were to write some serious shit, I would take into consideration on removing certain stereotypes and other things that apparently a lot of readers don't like. A little advertisement I am working on a Romano x Prussia fic, the idea came from looking at the Hetalia Headcannon tumblr. That's all sorry for the long note; I had a lot to say.
P.S. My own personal Headcannon is that if you were to sing the nations national anthem to them, they would find that a huge turn on. XD
Patriotic Service
The personification of France, Francis Bonnefoy was walking down the hallway, the silky swish, and swish of his clothing the only sound accompanying him.
"Oui, I wonder if zats ze answer. I'll have to ask that silly American eating machine."
Francis walked a few more steps before stopping.
"Oh damn I could ask him now!"
He rushed down, the hall. Past a swearing Romano, and a flailing Italy. Finally reaching America's door he paused, positive it was America's because of the tacky posters and stupid hamburger stickers. He went up to knock but paused at the sounds he heard being admitted behind the tacky American's door. The first one he noticed was groaning and being the world's best pervert he knew exactly what kind of groaning that was. The second sound he heard was singing. The singing was coming from none other than Britain aka Arthur Kirkland and he was singing America's national anthem, the Star Spangled Banner . The other sound was the stupid Amerique screaming at the top of his lungs in what appeared to be ecstasy.
"Ohonhonhon~, Oh Angelterre you and Amerique are how you say busy, no?"
He heard a loud bang and a bunch of curses spewing from what appeared to be Arthur. Laughing Francis scampered away from the door giggling like a schoolgirl. Alfred basically took the door off its hinges when he wrenched it open.
"FROG-FACE!"
"Ohonhonhon~ the party is over for me, I can't let le Bushy Brows and America the Hulk catch me."
Running for his life Francis slid around a corner. He knew America played football and England's magic was deadly when he had been provoked. He didn't get much farther and was soon tackled by Alfred. Thump Francis went down like the London Bridge.
A few sound beatings later, and a lecture (he'd prefer the beatings over a lecture from Angelterre) Francis was assured that he would be subject to more torture if he ever spied on them again, and that if he told anyone what he heard, well they would kill him. Feeling like he learned his lesson (for about ten minutes) he figured he would go and spy on some other countries. Last time he checked China and Russia had disappeared. He wouldn't mind risking the angry Russian and his beloved pipe along with China's wok.
"China, Russia where are you?"
KOLKOLKOLKOLKOL~
