...I have never done this before so...yeah... orz (please be nice?). This was supposed to be a collection of story ideas, but it got out of hand so although some might turn into stories later on, most will be stand alone excerpts. There will probably be ~20 more one word prompts. If one of the the excerpts sounds interesting to you, feel free to use it in your own story, credit would be appreciated.

And one of the prompts/teasers/excerpt things has dark implications.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Hockey

It's obvious America loves baseball, it's not called the national American pastime for nothing, but there's nothing that spikes his adrenaline more than playing a round of hockey with Canada. Nobody's quite sure what America finds fun in the batcrap insane opponent his twin turns into but the fact that America accepts every single challenge Canada offers right away is proof enough that he enjoys the "I'm-going-to-kill-you" aura that permeates the rink during a game. They can spend hours ripping up the ice rink in a battle for supremacy. America's apparently insane like of hockey games with his brother pays off though; for one, no nation can scare him on the ice rink because really, none of them even come close to the monster Canada is. When the brothers get to the final rounds, both get up, smirk and proceed to destroy the other teams in favor of gaining the right to face off against each other. Once that's done, both simply check off another hockey game on the list of games they've played against each other. Nobody ever denied the fact that they're weird.

Fire

It is the year of 1814 and the combined Canadian and British troops have just torched DC. Canada is leaving the city when he feels his chest heat up uncomfortably. He can't figure out why it's doing that; this isn't his city and although he does feel the faint tinges of his twin brother's pain, the heat is not something he expected. Then his heart lurches. America can't still be inside the White House can he? Pushing some confused comrades aside, Canada focused on bringing the link between him and his brother to the forefront, hoping that America would be too distracted to block him. He can't breathe. There's fire licking at his arms and unconsciously, Canada comes to the conclusion that America had given into the smoke and slumped against a wall. He acts without thinking, the next thing he knows, Canada has left the evacuating troops and headed back into the firestorm."Don't you dare die, stupid. I still have some things to chew you out about."

Grace

America is a lot of things but grace is not a quality that usually comes to England's mind…or to most of the population anyway. If you asked him on the spot, the first characteristics England can think of are that America's loud, exuberant, clumsy, ditzy, arrogant, blah blah blah but among that list, graceful doesn't appear very often. Except in sports. Because England can't find any other way to describe the lines of lithe muscle America becomes when actually focused and moving. It reminds him of a panther sometimes the raw power evident in the liquid motions as America lunges for a ball or slices through the water during an outing.

Scarf

It's freezing. Of all places, if America hated the cold so much, why did he have a state like Minnesota? England is shivering so hard, he can feel himself shaking. And he thought New York got cold. This was cold on a whole different level. This was cold by...by...erm...that guy who looked a lot like America's standards. Well, ahem England was freezing and he really didn't want to call a cab and let more cold air in. Besides, his hotel really wasn't that far off and he is not going to let the bloody American tease him of being old. But it is really really cold. He is debating whether or not he should just swallow his pride and call a cab when something soft lands on his shoulders and sunlight glint off a pair of glasses. America wraps his jacket around England and checks his ears and fingers for frostbite before hauling the Brit off at a breakneck pace to the hotel complaining under his breath about the frigid temperature and England's frigid fingers. "Idiot" England mutters fondly as America drags him into the warm hotel.

Knowledge

"Forwards." America corrects absentmindedly during China's presentation on the rising statistics of suicide in his country.

The Asian nation blinks at him, confused "Excuse me, aru?"

"Yeah, forwards," America reaches out and tilts China's hand forward, "that pushes more up toward the surface."

"And you know this how?" Germany interjects a few seats down. America blinks, seeming to come out of his thoughts and notices the tense atmosphere (for once) coming from his colleagues. He shrugs, feeling Canada nudge his leg with a foot; America turns to look at his brother. There's a brief, unspoken conversation between them before both North Americans turn away, leaving the question unanswered.

Atmosphere

"Mon dieu! Read the atmosphere for once Amerique! I do not understand how you've managed to-"

"Dude, I've read the atmosphere and I know about it. The word atmosphere was created in the 17th century from the Greek word ἀτμός meaning 'vapor' and σφαῖρα meaning 'sphere'. It is defined as a layer of gases surrounding a material body of sufficient mass that is held in place by the gravity of the body. An atmosphere is more likely to be retained if the gravity is high and the atmosphere's temperature is low. Earth's atmosphere..." As a flabbergasted France listened to America's intelligent but completely irrelevant rant about the atmosphere, Canada face palmed, Maple! The idiot, and England sighed in defeat, "The bloody git's gotten us this time."

"So there, I have read the atmosphere! But I still don't understand what that has to do with the essential tools of a good diplomat!" America couldn't understand why everyone's (well, excluding Italy) head hit the meeting desk at the same time.

Changed

America had been missing from several meetings now and most of the other nations were rather irritated at the absence. "He should take more responsibility, the twat."

"Si, Los Estados Unidos es una nación muy perezosa, no?"

"Canada, ma chère, will you please drag dear Amerique here? Preferably by his ear, s'il vous plait." The poor (mostly) invisible country sighed, others only noticed him when they needed him to get America to do something. Unfortunately, this time even Canada couldn't find his twin; America seemed to have gone to great lengths to conceal himself both physically and mentally. So, the next meeting, located in Chicago, commenced without America again. Lunch break came and went, the first thing Canada noticed when he opened the door to the meeting room was a trail of red liquid. The second thing was a dead man. The third had his heart jumping in his throat. America. Black clothing. Smoking gun. Blue eyes met lavender, "You didn't see anything." his brother hissed coldly and disappeared.

Inherited

Neither brother had planned for this to happen but since the meeting was in Montreal and some of the American states were visiting, Canada supposed it couldn't have been avoided. They're in the middle of the meeting when the door flies open revealing two furious teenages and two other amused ones. "Dad!" America's and Canada's heads whip toward the sound of the British voices, "tell the bloody frog spawn to stop insulting my cooking!"

"But mes chatons," one amused boy cooed, "even papa agrees that your cooking is dangerous."

"Oui. Papa said it was like petrified couch stuffing." the other agreed, twirling a magnolia around his fingers. They were attacked instantly by the other two, "Die, Quebec!" "Go and burn, Louisiana!". America groaned. Canada sighed. The rest of the world stared at the scene unfolding before their eyes. The meeting was saved by the arrival of a fifth mystery teen.

"SHUT UP! Mein Gott, you are not awesome at all." The teens are kicked out and the door slams behind the last one. Silence immediately settles again.

"Thank goodness Meghan has German blood." America mutters.

Teacher

England is a pretty good horseman, but he is more used to dealing with the more cultured animals of European descent. Not the balls of raw power and energy that America seems to enjoy riding, so when the American invites him over in order to teach him the Western style of horse riding England is more than just a little apprehensive. "Iggy," America sighs, "Get on, Joker is the sweetest thing. She won't hurtcha." England scowls at the American but swings his leg over and mounts the giant beast. "Grab the reins, no grab them with just one hand; the other one goes on the saddle horn. Move the reins left to turn left and right to turn right." America catches the look shot at him, "You won't fall; the hero will catch you if you do." He grabs the lead rope and unhooks it from the bridle, "The rest of the commands are pretty much the same." England circles around a couple of times on Joker before America rolls his eyes walks up to them, takes the reins and swings up behind England before kicking the horse into a faster pace. England feels the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile; he'll get to like Western riding if this happens all the time.

Irony

Being the world superpower and its hero is hard. Besides the fact that everyone scrutinizes him constantly, it is ridiculously lonely being at the top. England helps but he doesn't actually get America's circumstances, times change after all and the era from British Empire to now is drastically different. Unfortunately, the only person that would understand exactly what America goes through is Russia and that is a fact that is ridiculously hard to swallow. They might be on better terms, but it's not like they're the best of friends. Russia had been lonely and feared since the day he came into being, the guy's pretty ruthless when he wants something, and although that isn't the life America grew up with, the whispers and glances that the wintery nation receives is almost exactly like the ones America gets. It sucks to have to depend on the him when America has to rant to someone that would understand what he is saying completely and if the rigid posture Russia adopts when he drops by America's place says anything, he doesn't like the American being his confident either. It is weird how ironic the situation is, they go from being at each other's throats to having discussions that only friends do. Not to mention they still can't stand each other.

Referring to "Inherited": Three of the mentioned teens are American states (OCs), the other two are provinces (OCs as well). "Meghan" is Pennsylvania's human name (I get a Prussia/Germany/Austria feel when I try to picture her). The fight occurs between Quebec and Louisiana on one side and Virginia and British Columbia on the other. Louisiana's state flower is the magnolia.

mes chatons-my kittens

oui-yes

mein Gott-my God