Just a short story! Only about 450 words long. I had to write a story for Creative Writing for freewrite day and so it's shorter than a story like this would be because I only had classtime to write it out. I just decided it was short and sweet and should be uploaded here. More short stories to come based off of Hetalia that I do in class once the teacher grades it and gives it back so I can type it up on here!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Nor do I own the countries of America or England xD
England sighed irritatedly as he set his book down. The American colony had just walked in from the rain, soaking wet and very muddy. "Oh America…" he stood up, about to go get a towel for the colony.
"England!" America screamed in delight, laughing as he ran up and hugged England's leg with his tiny, muddy arms.
England gasped in surprise. His nice, tan coloured slacks were covered in rainwater and mud now! "Alfred F. Jones, what on earth are you doing?" he said angrily down at him.
America looked up at him with sweet, innocent puppy dog eyes. "I-I was just happy to see you!" he kept hugging his leg, pouting slightly.
England glared at him a moment more before sighing in defeat. "Come on now, love. Bath and bed!" he was about to lift him up when Alfred's eyes widened in horror.
"No!" he screamed childishly, "Alfred stay muddy! No meanie evil bath!" he ran into his room and hid. Arthur clenched his fists, most definitely not amused. He sighed and passive aggressively followed after him.
"America… Come on now. If you don't wash up and get some sleep, then you'll never grow up to be a nice, big nation! Please…" he tried to reason. Alfred peaked his head out from under his bed covers, "No!" he stubbornly repeated.
Arthur sighed. He pretended to leave the room before quickly pulling the covers off of him and quickly tickling his sides. "Haha! I've got you now!"
Alfred squealed in surprise, laughing and giggling childishly as he was tickled, allowing himself to be dragged into the bathroom by the British Empire, which England found, as usual, to not be an easy feat with America's strength.
After a long battle of getting the colony to bathe, England wrapped a towel around him and carries him out of the messy bathroom that was covered in water and bubbles and bath toys. "Why must you be such a bloody pain…?" he complained to America as he helped him into his night clothes.
Alfred giggled, "I'm sorry, Britain! I didn't want a bath thought!" he pouts, clinging to England in a hug tightly as he smiles up at him.
England frowns before hugging him back, gently tucking him into bed. "Why can't I stay mad at you? Well do you want a story?"
America perked up eagerly "Yes! Story! About heroes and cowboys and pirates!" he smiled up at the Englishman.
England smiled softly, "Once upon a time, " he began, "There was a hero named Alfred…" . A few lengthy stories later, America was fast asleep.
England softly kissed his forehead, standing up. "Goodnight, America…" he smiled softly, turning off the lamp as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.