A/N: I'm in a one-shot writing mood this week, so here you go! Realized that these are longer than drabbles are supposed to be, so not calling them drabbles anymore...

Story #1: FAIL TOWER
Inspired by ~zulenha and =kitsuneangel's fanart on dA, "APH - Fail Tower"

Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Lackadaisy belongs to Tracy Butler.
Aladdin belongs to Walt Disney Pictures.


It was a typical Wednesday night in spring, meaning Lovina was hunched over her laptop, as usual. Had she gone over every single article on TV Tropes already? It was very possible by this point. Perhaps she should check out a webcomic. That one called Lackadaisy sounded good. But she wasn't sure about anthropomorphic cats wielding machine guns...

A loud rustle broke through the stillness, startling her. The noise had come from her open screen door that led onto the balcony. Lovina froze as she heard a voice hissing through the darkness.

"Watch it, butterfingers!"

"Gilly, mon ami, I didn't think anyone used that term anymore..."

"SHHHHH!"

Lovina let out a small hmph and closed her laptop. Those guys never knew when to stop. Careful not to make any noise, she quietly slipped out the door and onto the balcony. And automatically shivered. Just because it was spring didn't mean that it wasn't cold. But it was too late to try to find a sweater, because there were definitely grunts of exertion and the sound of grappling fingers wafting up towards her.

After waiting for a few more seconds, Lovina poked her head over to peer at them. Sure enough, Gillian, Francis and Antonio were down there. Actually, Gillian was the only one on the ground. Francis was balancing on her shoulders, with Antonio was teetering precariously on his. Lovina rolled her eyes and leaning one elbow onto the railing, casually rested her chin in one hand.

"'Sup, assholes."

Three heads jerked up towards the greeting. Antonio immediately broke out into an ecstatic smile.

"Lovi! We were going to surprise you, but I guess that's done now..."

Francis twisted his neck back to shoot Lovina a grin as well, but it resembled a leer as opposed to a lovestruck gaze.

"Lovina, my princess! Good to see you on this fine evening."

Gillian didn't bother feigning cheerfulness.

"Damn it, you guys," she grumbled. "Why the hell am I on the bottom? Did you eat a million fancy lambchops or something tonight, Francis?"

The tower of teenagers swayed dangerously as a chilly breeze caused Gillian to shiver. Lovina didn't move a muscle.

"Who's genius idea was this? Let me guess. Tomato bastard?"

Antonio was busy trying to stay upright by holding onto the balcony's smooth underside.

"Eh? Oh! No, we were watching Aladdin at Gilly's and she said that the part when he goes to Jasmine's room on the magic carpet was kinda romantic, then Francis remembered you have a balcony too so we decided to come here and try it!"

"And I take it all back!" yelled the irritated girl who was struggling to hold up the others.

Francis felt his foot slip.

"Tonio, watch ou-"

"Loviiiiiiiiiiiii!"

A terrific crash echoed down the street. Lovina surveyed the heap of teenagers down below her.

"...You guys FAIL."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode back into her room.

On the ground, Francis was the first to recover. He sat up, leaning back on his arms, beaming.

"So! That went well, non?"

Antonio didn't reply, only rubbing his head, wincing. But still smiling. Any unprecedented meeting with his precious Lovi was pure, unadulterated joy for him. Gillian was less than thrilled. The reason why Francis was in the least pain was because he'd landed on top of her. Getting to her feet, she savagely gave him a kick before stomping off.

"I am NEVER watching a Disney movie with either of you again."