Tada! Welcome to the awesomeness that is the Hetalia fanfic! Inside, you will find that Canada is a bit of a bitch, but looks can be deceiving-
*gets hit in head with frying pan for blathering on*
Germany (my editor): STFU AND GET ON WITH THE STORY! IT'S BEAUTIFULLNESS KILLS MEH!
Prussia (meh, btw):...Bitch. Fine.
...ENJOY MAH AMAZINGLY AWESOME FAN FICTION PRUCAN THINGY!
Marguerite Williams awoke with the sound of her brother's ring-tone blasting in her ear. "God bless America, land that I love!" It sang.
'More like God fuck America, that asshole. I'm trying to get some shut-eye! Is that so much for a girl to ask?' Maggy sighed and, extremely reluctantly, got out of her bed.
Her room was a fairly large one, with white-gray marble walls and heated porcelain-white tiles that connected her master suite with the bathroom that she had to share with her twin brother, Matthieu. He had always insisted on being connected with someone, in some way, at all times. How he was the masculine and eldest personification of Canada, Maggy would never know. Her twin had always been a wimp, except when he played hockey. Marguerite smiled at the thought of Matty on his skates, beating the crap out of any unfortunate soul who dare blocked the path between him and the goal. A loud knock on the door snapped Maggy out of her day-dream.
"Maggs, will you talk to Alfred already! I really don't feel like doing it today." Matthieu whined through her door. Always whining, never sticking up for himself...grrrrr.
"Guh, fine!" Marguerite groaned as she stomped towards her phone. "Stupid, redneck, son of a bitch... Hi Alfy!" Maggy spoke cheerfully into the phone. God, she loathed her brother. She really did.
"Hey, Maggs! You and Matty gotta start getting ready for the big meeting today! Get your stuff together and meet 'Melia and I at McDonald's, 'kay? See ya there! Click"
"... ALFRED! I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS, YOU STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE AMERICAN! GAAAAAAH!" Marguerite threw her phone at the wall, only to have it barely miss her brother, who was standing right inside of the doorway. He was pale. Pitiful and pale. Eyes wide, he gathered up the broken remnants of his sister's phone for what seemed like the eleventh time. She was seething, again. It was almost as bad as when the Vancouver Canucks lost the Stanley Cup against the Boston Bruins. Now that was a time when you really didn't want to be Canadian.
"S-Sis, m-maybe we should get ready and go to McDonald's like Alfred said-"
"Oh, hell no." Maggy interrupted. "Screw that American fool, we're going to Tim Horton's!" Matthieu grinned. He loved Tim Horton's. She continued. "I'm sick of drinking that piss-water he and Amelia call coffee. It's disgusting! I will not stand for this. New rule: McDonald's is to be outlawed in all 13 provinces and territories!"
And, with that, Alfred burst through the twins' mansion's front door and into Marguerite's bedroom, followed closely behind by his twin sister, Amelia. She spoke first.
"Aw, fuck naw, I did not just hear my sweet little sister say that she was gonna outlaw mah food, now, did I?" She and Alfred were staring at Maggy in disbelief, mouths wide and eyes popping.
"Bite me, Amy. You heard me right. Now get out of my house before I call the Mounties on you two. Again." A stare off between the sisters commenced, causing the boys to run for safety into Matthieu's room. It was a whole 2 minutes before the boys heard a thunk against the wall.
"Bitch!"
"Takes one to know one!"
"Slut!"
"So what if I am? You got a problem with it? Why don't you go blow Arthur? You know you're good at i-" And the sound of a slap echoed throughout the building. Matthieu and Alfred opened the door a crack to watch as Amelia ran down the steps, crying.
"Dude," Alfred whispered in his little bro's ear, "Your sister's insane!"
"Oh, so she just my sister now?" Matty replied in annoyance. He could stand being bullied, but if someone went after his sister, they were as good as dead. Even if it was Alfred.
"Whatever, man. I'm out. I'll see you guys at the meeting. It's in D.C., by the way, so I'd be careful if I were Maggs." And, with a small salute, Alfred exited the mansion. Through the window.
Matthieu walked cautiously to his sister's bedroom, where she was standing with a bright red hand print across her left cheek. It stood out like a white kid in the hood against her light-peach skin. Her dark, wavy brown, shoulder length hair was all over the place. Her gray-blue eyes were staring intensely at the floor, refusing to look up.
"Get out...of my room..." She whispered threateningly to her brother, who ran as silently as he could back to his room, where Kumajirou, the twins' Kermode bear, was just waking up. He looked at his master with blank eyes.
"...Who?" He asked dully. Matthieu groaned and slid down his wall.
"Canada..."
Like it? Then Review! If you do, there shall be more! If you dont...then i'll just cry a little bit and still add more, because i already have a lot of this written!
