Hello again. I figured I should post this now before the independence smut kicks in. Not that I have a problem with independence smut...I rather enjoy it, actually. Besides it's Alfred's big day to be a fandom bicycle (more so than usual)! Also life sucks, and so does oral surgery. On the bright side I get copious amounts of pudding. Yay me!
Moreover, WOW! I did not expect this. Practically the entire Hetalia cast has visited this story and I've hardly posted a chapter. And yes, I'm using Hetalia to describe the country/visitor breakdown. XD
Have fun now~
"Oh, hell no."
That was all England said before tossing the envelope and all its contents in the trash bin. He'd spent enough time with Japan to know that if Yaoi was involved he didn't want to be there. A quick skim of the letter was all it took to make the former pirate disregard any threats or warning it held.
That was until an anxious America came pounding at his door, screaming his head off. "Oh my God! Britain, you've git to open this door, like, right now! Oh my God, BRITAIN."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, YOU BLEEDING GIT!" England yelled back as he finally opened his door.
"Oh well, you don't need to yell. I'm right here. Sheesh. I guess I'll just go home then." America said before turning to leave.
England's eyebrow twitched dangerously. "So help me God, America; if you don't get back over here and tell me why the hell you're interrupting my Doctor Who marathon, I will tie you up, put you in a box and ship you off to Russia."
America pouted adorably and said, "I just wanted to make plans for Yaoi-Con together, but I understand if you don't want to. I guess I'll just go home and spend my last few days watching movies with Tony until the mysterious stranger comes to murder me."
"What, in the Lords name, are you talking about?" Needless to say, the elder of the two was rather confused, and was almost tempted to stay that way. Yaoi was never a good thing, especially if America was involved.
"Don't ya know? Me and you were paired together in the death threat letter thing. We all got one, at least that's what I thought. I mean if Japan and Italy and What-his-face, already have theirs you should have gotten one too, right." The American said.
Their conversation had moved in to (ironically) the family room, and England busied himself with pouring tea and setting out scones that would go uneaten.
Realization passed over the older nation's face. "Oh! I got the letter, but wrote it off as spam. I threw it away. Perhaps I shouldn't have."
America promptly slapped his had to his forehead. "Do you get death threats so often that you start to disregard the real ones. I mean it has demands and everything."
"NO! Just the occasional ones from Spain. And France. And you." England let the sentence drift off as he thought about the several threats he's received that week. 'Let's see: three from France; two from Spain...or was that South Italy?...both?'
"Yo. Dude! Britain! Are you there?" America waved frantically around England's head. A few minutes later he gave up with that tactic. Instead he backed up and did a running glomp that toppled both England and himself over onto the couch.
After a bit (if you consider a bit and century compressed into an hour and a half) of bickering (or attempted murder, whatever you want to call it), the two finally sat down and actually discussed matters as civilized human beings...kind of.
"No you bloody twit, I will not where the handcuffs."
"But what if someone tries to take you away from me!"
"No one is going to kidnap me at Yaoi-Con."
"How do you know?"
"I'm magic."
"Oh...but you're still gonna where the handcuffs, right?"
Meanwhile in Germany~
"But Germany, I don't want to die! I haven't had pasta from every country yet!" A wild Italy shouted.
Germany sighed, "I'm not going to some stupid convention just because someone threatened me."
"But Germanyyyy! They threatened me too. And you never go anywhere with me anymore. Come on, it will be like a vacation! Romano and Big Brother Spain are going too. It will be fun!" The hyper Italian pleaded.
At this point Germany knew there would be no getting out of it. So instead he went to pack, ignoring the muffled sounds drifting from the basement (aka: Prussia's bedroom).
"Verdammt...Austria...vital regions...Mein Gott...piano...kinky arscholoch..."
And Italy went to go tell his dear big brother about the great news! Then he decided he'd rather not watch Spain and Romano eat each other's faces and go get pizza instead! "Vee~"
This might have beentoo fun to write. Seriously. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. Reviews/follows/faves are what I live for! Because I have no life...
ANYWAY! Thank you to all those who did do any of the previously mentioned things! It means buckets to me!
