I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I AM DOING THIS FOR A GT PROJECT ON AUSTRALIA, AND I GET TO WRITE A FANFICTION INSTEAD OF A POWER POINT BECAUSE MY TEACHER IS AWESOME. SHE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THE LIFE LASTING CURSE OF HETALIA (OR ANIME IN GENERAL), BUT IS WILLING TO COOPERATE WITH ME :)
Thanks to:
-Mrs. Knox for being that awesome
-Gaby, my only Hetalia friend
-Thomas, for trying his best to understand what's so funny about History class (mostly for being adorable 3 3 luv u bae)
-Rose, for getting my hopes up that she MIGHT start watching anime...MAYBE
-All of the amazing, creative people who slap my face everywhere I try to hide on the internet
This story was made possible because of all of you. #firstfanfic
~~~~~HETALIA~~~~~
Montpelier, Vermont 2013
December 24, 8:46pm
The sound of cold wind blew through the door as it opened halfway and a 19 year old boy entered, brown paper bag in one gloved hand and pulling the key from the doorknob in the other. Snowflakes had made it through his wool hat and were sticking in his blond hair above his white lips, pale face, and slightly pink nose. He quickly shut the door behind him, which was difficult with the wind and with him only having one free hand to use.
Alas, the door was closed, and contempt swept over him as the warmness of his home reached the tips of his fingers as he sank to the bottom of the floor.
Alfred F Jones, also known as America, was spending his Christmas break in a cold, miserable town in Vermont in a house that he rented. It was Christmas Eve, and he had to walk all that way just to get a video game and almost froze his glasses to his face. But at least he was finally in his warm house. After taking off his heavy winter coat, gloves, and hat, he threw himself on the dusty couch, propping his feet on the footstool near the chimney fire, and groaned a deep rumble in his throat.
He was really craving a hamburger…and maybe some fries…mmm; a diet coke would really hit the spot. His American senses started to activate. McDonalds was just down a few blocks. But that would mean leaving the house again, and that was NOT going to happen. Alfred took off his glasses and wiped the tiny snowflakes that still remained on them. When he put them back on, he stared glumly out the window.
"Stupid winter…I'm gonna boycott you 'til you go away!" As the words came out of his mouth he couldn't help but stare down at the colorless rug with frustration and embarrassment, realizing how absolutely ridiculous he sounded. But why should he care? With the miserable situation he was in a day before the abundance wrapped gifts and twinkling tree lights, he felt the need to say whatever he wanted.
He sighed and reached in the shopping bag. "Well, at least I got the 6th Zombie-mania that just came out!" Excitedly, he switched off the lights, put in the game, and sat on his couch. The x-box controller was clutched tight in his hands, he tried his best to forget about his surroundings and enjoy the white glow of the flat screen. "It's time to load our weapons!"
10:25pm
"This is getting lame; I want to do something else." Having been eaten by the dead more than he could count, the young nation put down his controller, deciding what to do next. Then a light bulb went off above his head and he childishly giggled. "Oh man, I just thought of something, no WAY!" Alfred ran over to the table near the couch and picked up his iPhone.
Pressing a few buttons, he put the phone to his ear and whispered to himself, "I'm, like, TOTALLY gonna prank call England, this will be so cool!" Someone finally picked up the phone and after a few silent rings went by an exasperated British voice answered. "*sigh*…Yes, what America…?" Frustration hit him once again. Crap, he knew it was me...how? He NEVER saves my phone number! "Oh, you knew it was me? Well that's cool...say, you wanna come over to my place and play some video games?" Another sigh followed by sadness and annoyance was heard on the other end. "America, I really don't have time to play a brainless activity with you at this hour, you of all people should know that. Plus, I'm going over some paperwork and-" Alfred took on a sad expression. "Oh. Its okay, I get it. You're...You're busy and all, you know, that - that's cool. Umm...bye."
With that, he put down his phone and switched the tv off in sadness. Alfred remembered the times that Arthur, his big brother, had always been there for him. Made toy soldiers for him, helped him go shopping for clothes (even ones that he didn't want), and was always watching out for him. Then he became so controlling of Alfred's time and money, not excepting the fact that he had become old enough to make his own decisions.
America then declared his freedom from Britain after many pointed guns and words he wish he could take back. Words that broke Arthur's heart. Alfred told him that he didn't need anyone to babysit him all the time, that he was no loger the little boy he found in the fiels so many years ago. That from now on he was independent. From the pouring rain to Arthur crying at his feet, everything went by in such a blur of time. The two siblings have never been the same. Alfred pushed the sad thought in the back of his mind, later to be dusted off and remembered again. The last thing Alfred remembered was closing his eyes and falling asleep on the couch.
11:21pm
With a single noise, Alfred woke up with a startling jolt to find that he had fallen from the sofa onto the floor, hitting his head on the table in the clumsy process. He slowly stumbled back to his feet and rubbed his sore temple. "Awh, dude...my head hurts like hell..." The young man could barely see anything, even thought his glasses were hanging loosely onto the brim of his nose. His whole body felt lifeless, his stomach was as empty as a store on Black Friday and his ears couldn't hear a single-ring ring ring! An anonymous caller removed him from his dizzy state, and he questionably picked up his iPhone. Who could that be at this hour?
The glass of the touch screen was cold on the side of his face when the familiar accent made its way out the other end. "Hi, mate!" A friendly voice and then silence. Alfred would've known who it was if he didn't feel like he just got trampled by thousands of 13 year old girls trying to get tickets to a One Direction concert. HIs eyebrows scrunched up into question marks, much like the way he felt. "...Who...who is this?" The nation on the other end laughed. "Well I'll be! You're saying that you don't remember your ol' pal Australia?"
After a moment of collecting his thoughts, Alfred's eyes opened. "Au-Australia? Ralph, is that you? Well, I'm glad you called, wazzup dude?" He sat on the couch, thankful to be in a conversation and wake up his dazed brain. He happily curled up his legs into the cushions next to him as his friend continued; "Well mate, it's Christmas Eve, and with me having no one to chat with, I thought I might take some time to talk to my old friend!"
America: "Cool, man! And hey, I never remembered to thank you about saving my butt against that total weirdo in World War 2."
Australia: "No problem! That fellow was putting up a good fight, I just felt the need to get you out of there."
America: "Man! Didn't he loose his arm or something? I couldn't really tell; there was so much blood and it was really dark and raining I think, or was that just me?
Australia: "No, it was just you, it wasn't raining…but he did lose his arm."
America: "Cool beans!"
Australia: "So, you interested at getting together? You know meeting up for Christmas or something?"
America: "Dude, it's like 11, I don't know if you can make it all the way-"
Then with the quick rattle of keys the door swung open and Alfred once again felt the bitterness of the snow blowing inside his house. But his biggest concern was no longer the small pieces of white, wet, cold torture blowing inside his house but the figure he found standing in the doorway. Wiping the few flakes away from his glasses, he clearly saw a man standing with a smile on his face and his head high.
He wore a bright pair of swim trunks, despite the horrendous weather, with shaggy brown hair and a band aid on his nose. He also had a phone in his hand, and he put his mouth up to it, speaking with an amused gleam in his eye. His voice, Alfred discovered with horror, was heard clearly in Alfred's phone.
Australia: "But mate, I'm already here!"
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Stumbling on his feet, he grabbed hold of the nearest heavy object in his reach and stared wide eyed at Australia, who had reached a hand out to him and had on a calm, smirking expression, as if expecting America's reaction. This surprised him, but he still couldn't get over how this conversation was even taking place. The lamp post remained tight in his hand. "H-how did you get here?! I was just on the phone with you and there's a storm outside and were, like, really far away and-"Australia reached his hand farther out to him. "It's Christmas, Al! Miracles can happen! Now come with me, and together we'll fly back to my homeland with the magical power of the koala on my shoulder and learn a lesson about my nation since Mrs. Knox's class hasn't gone over my region yet!" (wink wink)
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" At the sound of Alfred's confused outburst, the koala on Australia's shoulder gave him a creepy death glare, eyes burning a crimson glow. Australia took notice of this and made a small whistling sound, then winked at the shocked American in front of him. "Mate, you REALLY shouldn't have said that…" Then in seconds the koala was on America's back, who stood there dumbfounded about to scream his head off. But his girly shriek of pure koala terror was cut off by a flash of light, and in seconds they went from a dusty house to the middle of a warm, sunny beach.
TO BE CONTINUED MAYBE
~~~~~HETALIA~~~~~
