Ahh, yes I know; I should be updating 'Odds and Ends'. But I wanted to do this too! :D
Basically, I poked random words in the dictionary, and wrote sentences, drabbles, ficlets about the words. I picked a paring too...I might make this a series~
Pairing: Spain x Belgium (Antonio x Emma) [Name of Belgium is one Hidekaz contemplated]
Other characters: Netherlands (mentioned), N. Italy (Feliciano), S. Italy (Lovino)
Warning: An 'intimate scene' and Lovi's colourful language.
I do not own Hetalia, though I can dream~
Demolish
Falling. Everything was falling because of him. Emma helplessly watched as Antonio brutally conquered the New World, cruelly demolishing everything in his path. She couldn't stop him, for he would also demolish her.
Crane
She couldn't see them. Antonio told her that the ripe tomatoes at the top of the plant were red, unlike the unripe, green ones near the bottom. However, being a good inch or two shorter than the Spaniard meant that Emma couldn't see the juicy fruits.
"Nee. I can't see them, Antonio!" whined the blonde Belgian while craning her neck at awkward angles.
She heard the male chuckle. Emma was about to yell at the tanned nation, when she felt two hands on either side of her waist.
"U-Uh...Wh-ANTONIO?" shrieked the Belgian as she was hoisted into the air. She looked down with tinted cheeks and opened her mouth to protest, but was greeted with a hearty grin.
"You can see them now, sí?"
Emma stared at the vibrant fruits before her and nodded, dumbfound.
Pain
The cuts, bruises and blood.
These he was covered in, but he felt nothing. But when he came home from the New World, and looked into her grieved, jade eyes, he felt pain. A pain that stabbed him in the heart a thousand times over. A pain that never faded away, not even to this day...
Flog
"B-But h-he's m-mijn broer..." croaked the kneeling Belgian.
He whipped her across the back again, her dress tearing at the cruel contact and blood dripping from her various wounds.
"I don't care, mi amor. I forbade you to see him, did I not?" the Spaniards words were harsh whispers.
Emma kept her eyes trained on the cold, black floor and tried her hardest to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.
The sound of heavy boots slowly stomping towards her made the blonde seize up.
Antonio stopped before the fallen female and knelt to her level.
"And one more thing, mi querido," hissed the Spaniard.
He roughly cupped Emma's chin in his hand, forcing the trembling blonde to look into his piercing, emerald eyes.
"You shall speak Spanish, not that ugly language of your hermano."
Intellectual
"A-Antonio?" Emma asked, trying desperately to contain a giggle.
The said Spaniard perked up to the mention of his name, suddenly ignoring the paperwork he was previously occupied with. He was wearing a pair of sleek, black-framed glasses.
"Ah, Emma! Mi amour!" chirped Antonio.
The Belgian couldn't help it. She let out a laugh that echoed through the office.
This left Antonio mildly confused, until he clicked on.
"D-Don't they suit me...?" squeaked the Spanish nation, his cheeks slightly pink.
Emma calmed down and stared at her boyfriend, before quickly shaking her head.
"O-Oh! Nee! I laughed because they looked good!" the blonde babbled.
Antonio's mouth formed a pleased smile.
"Really?"
Emma winked.
"Yes. They make you look very intellectual~" she purred.
Salt
Lovino tapped his fingers impatiently on the table.
"How fucking long does it take to get some damn salt?" yelled the angry Italian.
Feliciano shushed his loud brother and grabbed his tapping hand.
"Let's be patient, fratello. Maybe they can't find it...?" The northern whispered.
The older brother sighed in frustration and got up.
"Can't find the salt? Two of them can't fucking find it? Well then, I'll go find it myself dammit!" cried Lovino as he stomped off toward the kitchen.
Feliciano opened his mouth to shout for his brother, but decided against it. He was hungry.
Lovino stomped angrily toward the kitchen door, ready to tear it off its hinges.
"Seriously! Since when does it take two to find some fucking salt?" he muttered as he approached the door.
The Italian slowly twisted the handle, the flung the door open with some force. It made a loud 'bang' when making contact with the fridge.
"What the fu..."
Words failed Lovino as he stared, mouth agape, at the scene before him.
Antonio had Emma on the kitchen table, while he was on top of her, slowly sucking at the Belgian's neck. Both seemed to be too caught up in their 'session' to notice Lovino's entrance.
"O-On second thought...I don't need the damn salt..."
Expect
He had lost everything. His colonies, his power and his pride. But above all, he had lost her.
But what did he expect?
Geez, I do love angst...it's just beautiful... ;A;
So, yes. Continue?
Translations;
Spanish
sí? – yes?
mi amour – my love
mi querido – my dear
hermano – brother
Dutch
Nee – No
m-mijn broer – m-my brother