Seychelles was requested by poptartlover7478 and I hope you like it. I'm still trying with Seychelles
I was thinking of a long one shot of the real stories of the nations but is anyone interested to read it? If you are, can you tell me a nation?
Also, I didn't do Sweden's accent because I don't want to mess it up, so he's going to speak in italics.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Hetalia. Warnings are France's conversation in Eps 39. Please read the note at the bottom before flaming. It's a RP between a friend and I. This is why this fic is rated T.
Eps 37- Bueno tomato?
Spain and Romano looks over their handiwork. The tomato farm was complete. Rows and rows of tomato plants seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.
"Hey Spain,"
"Si Romano?"
"What fertilizer did you use?"
"The one England gave to me why?" Both nations froze when there was a roar and turned.
"HOLY TOMATOES!" There was a giant tomato monster and by the looks of it, it had already eaten a badger.
"We should probably run."
"Si." And they ran.
Eps. 38- The REAL story of nations- Seychelles's
"Fish. We're having fish? Do you really want to make Guppy a cannibal?" England's eye twitch as the child Seychelles motions to the stuff fish sitting next to her.
"Its only fish and chips."
"But it has fish!"
"Try it." She turns around the fish and hesitantly takes a small bite of it. Chewing slowly, she smiles and swallows.
"Needs more sauce." Finally someone who appreciated his cooking. When England left to ring up France to shove it in his face, Seychelles grabs the fish and wraps it in the napkin.
"Seychelles?" The silence was killing England. He had found the fish book that Seychelles loved. The island wasn't anywhere he could find in the house. As he walked past a window, he heard the sound of shoving. Outside, Seychelles had dug holes in the ground and was placing flowers on what seemed like graves.
"What had happen?"
"It's a funeral."
"For whom?"
Seychelles's smile was missing the two front teeth, "The fishes."
"We don't have pet fishes."
"No. The golden ones in the freezer."
"Seychelles, did they happen to look like they were sleeping?" The small girl ponders that for a moment and nods.
"Big brother France said I should bury them."
"All of them?"
"Yep, even the ones in the metal frying pan and in dinner. They don't have a family to."
The next day, fried fish was dug up by dogs and the locals ignore it. Last time they had dug up undergarments that had the Union Jack on it.
W~W~W~W~W
When Seychelles had been first discovered, she was always had been forgotten. That, for her was a plus because then she could prank England and France. Like the turtles incident.
"Let me see your turtles." England had proclaimed. The small girl, who looked about six, shakes her head.
"Nope mister. They don't like scary people."
"I'm the great British Empire, who is allowed to go wherever he wants and this badge will prove it." England holds out a booklet that she looks over.
"That's just a blank piece of paper."
"What? That wasn't a lie!"
"You're a weirdo."
"Give me your turtles now." She points to the beach on the side.
"They don't like smelly people by the way." England huffs off towards the beach.
When she was playing with a hermit crab she found, Seychelles heard a loud scream. England was covered head to toe in snapping turtles, screaming like a little girl.
She yelled, "Show them your badge!"
~W~W~WW~W~
France whistled as he walked into the market place. Some of the women there were giggling behind their hands and motioning to him. He waved back when he then noticed there was something weighing him down.
"Seychelles pleases release my leg."
"No!" It was his turn to take care of her so he had brought her out shopping. The small two year old looks up and pout. "But big bother France," He gave in.
Later, he wished he hadn't because he was chased out for something that involved badgers and pie.
Inside, Seychelles began to throw coconuts at the customers because France had left and she saw him do this when he was drunk. She was also kicked out with a lollipop in hand.
~X~X~X~
"My hand is a dolphin!"
"Seychelles! You do know this is international live TV!"
"Excuse me ma'am but you're going to have to get away from the camera." A police officer began to escort her out.
"ARTHUR KIRKLAND WEARS HOT PINK TIGHTS AND UNDDIES!"
"SEYCHELLES!"
Eps. 39 -Secrets of China
"Oh hon hon."
"If you touch me I will kick your butt aru." At the world meeting, China had been placed right next to France which wasn't a great ideal. England was moved next to Russia, to China's normal seat.
"As for kicking my butt, not only is that literally but is it going to be the French way?" Face as red as Spain's tomatoes, China's eye twitches.
"And this is why I didn't want Europeans in my country aru," muttered China.
"Let me tell it to you straight." Shifting, so he faces China, he continues, "we like sex and we like it hard. We don't care what gender, we just like it." This was the most awkward conversation China had ever had. To his dismay, it seemed as if France was actually enjoying making him squirm.
He was China and there was no way this nation was going to make him embarrassed, "Let me tell you one thing aru. We Asian nations will make sure you have nothing to use next time. Never go against us aru." The smirk on France's face wasn't a good sign.
"We have extras."
How is that even possible? Thought China, does he live on this? Freaking people out?
"This is why I was better before you guys aru. South Korea was less perverted before he meet you aru."
"Wait, South Korea? How?"
"Mental and a bit crazy aru." They sat in silence a bit longer before France spoke up again.
"Hey, I've always wondered,"
This can't be good.
"What's Japanese sex life and culture like?" Now China regretted drinking tea at that moment. He spit out the tea over the meeting table and the documents.
Now I have to get copies from Germany later. That's something I don't want to face.
"Why…why are you asking me this aru?"
"Because I'm curious and you would know."
"What are you trying to imply aru?" Please not be perverted, not perverted then it already is.
France shrugs, "I'm just saying, you know a lot about Asian culture which includes sex and I'm curious." At how normal France was acting, China face desk. This was normal for him? Well, he shouldn't be surprise. This is coming from the nation of 'love' after all.
"How am I supposed to know about that? You have to ask Japan about that aru."
"Then, how about China's?"
"Not going to tell you aru. That would be creepy aru." He stammers.
"But I want to know," Now France was acting like a child, "Don't make me look it up. You know what will be on there."
"Uh..." China sweat drops, his face heating up, "No. Just no. No. Way. Aru."
"Come on, you trust me don't you?"
"No, actually, I don't aru."
"Fine," he pulls out his handy dandy phone, "I'll just have to look it- ARRGGH! Just tell me please!" When France went to grab China's jacket, the latter jumps out of his seat, shoving France.
"There is no way you can make me say anything aru!"
Hand on his chin, France actually looked like he was thinking, "I'm going to take a guess. It's very rare. It's only for the purpose of having children. But," Oh great, there always was a 'but' wasn't there? "It can be very kinky. Tentacles."
"Ah, tentacles are Japan aru."
"Ooo, what sort of kinks does China behold?"
"Creepy aru." Slowly, China backs away.
"Now you're getting me going! How creepy? Details, details."
"No. Way. Aru. Okay, I'm not saying anything aru."
"It can't be that bad. You and I both know that I have my own fair share of kinks. I've always wondered what naughty things lay in China's thoughts because they're so creative and innovative."
"Ignoring that aru." He reached for his wok which was hidden somewhere, careful to make sure the other nation doesn't notice.
"You can't run away from your own thoughts.
"They not my thoughts but you are the one thinking about what they might be aru!" France seemed to notice that China's English was getting worse. Maybe he was pushing this a bit too far? There was never too far in France's vocabulary.
"I shall look it up myself then."
"Fine. I'm not going to look what's on there aru."
For the first time, there was silence from the nation except for the occasional grumbles. On the inside China smirks, knowing what would be found.
"It would seem that sex is never ever talked about in China. Oh, so that's why you're avoiding the question."
"Yes. Affection isn't really shown in public that much in East Asia. Some of the younger generation yes but mostly the older generation doesn't aru."
"That's what I've read so far. We're totally different. You guys don't really even hug. Hell we kiss just to say hello!" No not the long explanation, "Sex is a part of our culture and take advantage of it."
"There's not much public affection at times aru. Kissing is what freaked out Japan when he first meet Italy and the others aru."
"How do you people live a happy life without affection?"
"We do show affection but not as much as you or not that public about it aru."
"When and where?"
"Mostly at our homes or tight knight neighborhoods aru. Compared to your country, we barely show any at all aru." China sat cross legged on the floor on his chair while France sat on his. Glancing at the clock, China noticed that the meeting had been over for a while.
"You guys are so touchy while we're more reserved aru."
"So we have different morals. That's fine. What I find strange is that I can't find one thing on kinks. Do you guys just not have it just for enjoyment?"
"We don't post everything on the internet like a certain nation aru. I wouldn't know about the enjoyment thing aru. Even if I did, I wouldn't be telling you this aru. Rally shouldn't be asking me this.
"Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" If he had been drinking tea, China would have spit it out again. So France was able to notice if someone else is uncomfortable? Almost like the time when he was dreaming and China had go on a smashing spree.
"Oh you think aru?" The sarcasm seemed to actually affect him.
"Fine, I'll stop. I just wanted to know." The wok wasn't needed then. The paperwork wasn't worth saving so now he would have to face the wrath of Germany. That was something China never wanted to face. Especially when it was about paper work that Germany had spent al night laboring over.
"If I cross dress I'll probably wear a purple skirt." Also, that was something China didn't need to know.
Eps. 40- Santa Claws
"This is so cool!"
"Shush Den; you're going to scare all the little kids!" Mothers gently held their children closers, away from the wired looking family. Denmark laughs at how Norway looked embarrassed that he as here and Iceland was talking to Mr. Puffin.
"We're finally going to see Santa!"
"What about Finland?" To Norway, he was a bit dumb.
"He doesn't count!"
An elf called out, "Next," and then Denmark nearly tackle the poor 'Santa'
"Ha-ha! I knew Finland wasn't Santa! I keep on telling him that Santa is actually an elf called Nisse and I'm pretty sure he's not an elf but-," The Santa looked shocked and his mouth was frozen in an o-shaped.
"This is for kids." An elf grabs, Denmark and when she turns around, both looked surprised. Then her face twisted into a grimace.
"Oh hello," she snarled. He peeped then ran, chased by her.
"Who's she?"
"Oh, she was one of Denmark's old girlfriends." Casually, Iceland hands a small girl behind them a present and leaves.
"Should we help him?"
"No."
AN.
One note on the first one, I know Seychelles isn't the fish obsessed nation. I imagine when she was younger; she loved fish because she loved to swim. Now, it's just something that England and France use to tease her with. She is so hard to write about so I apologies in advance if Seychelles sucks. I will try again later to write her. I haven't really seen her that much.
Eps 39 is a real conversation with text between me (China) and my friend (France). He really does act like France at times. I had to change a bit around to make it fit. Don't ask about the conversation. It actually made me fell awkward but it makes a funny piece for this fanfic. Well, that's what my other friends think.