Another thing done for the Hetalia Kink Meme on Live Journal
Disclaimer; I don't own Hetalia, but I did imagine up Pernonifications for the Provinces.

This was thoroughly annoying. No-no, scratch that, it was thoroughly annoying twelve and a half minutes ago, now it was just down-right frustrating. America had simply wanted to see his brother, with not ulterior motives, no, none at all. But he was curse to find these little… 'Children' running about Canada's house. How could they be so… Rowdy? Seriously, America's own states were totally perfectly behaved… At least, the last time he had bothered to check up on them. At the moment his bother was trying to calm one that insisted on shouting various, and what America assumes to be offensive, thing in French.

"Really Pierre!" Canada scolded, tutting at the one America was quickly assuming to be Quebec. The blonde haired boy stuck his tongue out, and ran out of the room, shout another thing in French before he was out of ear shot. Canada shook his head, he had a lovingly disappointed look on his face, and was laughing softly. This led America to assume that the boy had said something insulting about him, and he cursed the boy greatly.

"Ahem," The heroic nation cleared his throat, getting the attention of the blond in the red hoodie. "As I was saying, I think we should watch movies at my house tonight--" America was rudely cut off when three children ran past him, going to crowd around Canada, all talking at once, and totally drowning out the southern neighbour. Raising an annoyed brow, America tried to identify the little ruffians. One had blonde hair, that had blue at the tips, another had white hair, and was wearing a large winter coat, and the third… Wait a second! The third wasn't even a part of Canada!

"A-Alaska! What in the world are you doing here?!" Alfred couldn't help but shout at his northern region, who turned white, as if he had seen a ghost. The northern state laughed nervously, grabbing on to the hands of the other two.

"Ahaha, hey Dad… I-I'm just visiting Yukon," He gestured to the girl with the white hair and the parka, "and British Columbia." Alaska gestured with his head to the blonde and blue haired boy. America couldn't help but get flustered. Why was his state more in cohorts with one of Canada's Provinces and territories than he was with other states?!

"Yeah, Alaska has been visiting quite often," Canada's calm voice cut in, as he ruffled said child's hair. "It's close for him to visit Yukon that it is form him to visit Washington, right?" After a few moments of trying to figure out which Washington Canada was speaking about, America let out a defeated sigh. Well, the most he could do now was hope that Alaska didn't get any dumb ideas about joining Canada.

Speaking of which, America looked at the clock. Darn it! He had hoped to have Canada at his house by now! Not that he had anything lewd planned, mind you. As he watched, Yukon and Alaska fled the room, though he had have a mind to tell the boy to stay away from the white haired girl. He was about to begin trying to coax the other out of the house, when he noticed a blue gaze still pinned on him, but it was coming from the wrong blue. He looked down at British Columbia, who scrunched up the 'cute' little nose of his, and said something along the lines of 'You smell funny', before also racing out of the room.

America glared, and Canada could help but laugh behind his hands. America was really, really, really starting to get annoyed with these kids. Finally, he was able to sidle up to Canada on the couch, although the Canadian was still pissing himself laughing.

"Haha, yeah real funny." He dead panned, though he couldn't help but grinning slightly at Canada's flushed face, red from laughing. Not that he was imagining other ways he could make that face flush like that, no, that's just silly. The other finally stopped laughing, wiping a tear away from his eye.

With that, Alfred dropped his hand to Canada's lap, much to the confusion of the Canadian. "Canada, when we get over to my house, I think we should-- HOLY MOLEY THAT KID HAS A WEAPON!" He yelled, though not on purpose, in Canada's ear. The younger brother, whom was on the receiving of the scream leapt from the couch in surprise, gripping his heart like it was going to burst from his chest.

"W-What!?" Matthew panted, looking around alarmed, expecting a small child to be pointing a gun at him somewhere in the room.

"Right there!" Alfred yelped, although it was a manly yelp, nope, not at all high pitched or girly at all. He pointing to a child with sandy orange hair, whom was wearing patched up overalls, and carrying a pitchfork much too big for him. The child blink, he was cute, but had A MASSIVE FREAKIN' WEAPON IN HIS HANDS.

Canada let out a sigh of relief, letting the hand drop from his chest. But not before shaking his head at America. "That's Saskatchewan. And that isn't a weapon, that's just his pitchfork, y'know, like the one Ukraine has?" The Country ruffled the hair of his province, who looked at his 'papa' in a confused way, as if he could not figure out why the adults were talking about him.

"You let your kid carry around a weapon?! Isn't that slightly dangerous?!" His voice was only slightly on edge, although he should be talking. Who knows how many guns California had stashed away somewhere.

"It's a pitchfork, he uses to--"

"It's a weapon! He could kill someone with it!"

"--And he grows a lot of wheat so--

"I mean, look at the way he's looking at me! He's gunna stab my eyes out!"

Saskatchewan, tired of watching the back and forth between his papa and uncle Alfred decided to make his way soundlessly out of the room. Besides, the conversation was getting a bit scary anyways.

As soon as the Prairie was out of the room, Alfred's mood calmed somewhat, Although he was still panting slightly hard. No, no, it wasn't out of fear. There was not way the mighty America could be frightened by Saskatchewan, no, it wasn't a possibility. Canada shook his head at his brother, before joining him again on the couch, though sitting a bit farther away, just in case another screaming attack took place.

Finally, regaining his cool, America once again let on the 'cool'. Not that he was trying to woo Canada, nahh, that was so very unlikely. He smiled his best charming smile, and leaned in close, much to the discomfort of Canada. He whispered in the other's ear gently, "I'm gunna make you come tonight--" It sounded quiet lewd, if you only heard it, hence why Canada's face burned with the intensity of a Stanley cup final. "--OVER TO MY HOUSE!" He added rather loudly, pulling back, frightened. He had just noticed the face peering at him from over the back of the couch.

Matthew, whose face looked as red as the red on his flag, also notice the small 'annoyance'- As Alfred would like to say- peering at them. Letting his rapidly beating heart quell a bit, before trusting himself to speak. "A-ah… Nova Scotia, can I help you with something?"

Said boy did not look impressed, as he adjusted his white and dark blue scarf. "Me and Newfie want to know where the KD is." His voice sounded slightly annoyed, though it could not even compare to the level of annoyance that was festering and bubbling inside of America.

"Same place it always is Sydney…" Canada said, sounding a bit annoyed, although, it seems, he couldn't even be angry at his 'little monsters.' Nova Scotia gave the two men one more disapproving look, before exiting out to the kitchen.

That was it, America grabbed Canada up off the couch, and started dragging him over to the door.

"W-what are you doing?!" The surprise Canadian yelped, as he was dragged from the comfort of his chesterfield. "Like I said, I'm gunna make you come tonight." America answered quickly, all to ready to be out of Canada's house.

"Over to your house?" Canada asked, trying to finished was his brother was implying. But America just looked back at him and winked.

"If we even make it that far."