((Hi, guys! I have something to tell you.
I AM NO LONGER CONTINUING THIS COLLECTION.
I'm SO FREAKING SORRY I can't begin to describe it, but I have had absolutely no inspiration lately and my drive for writing random humor has really depleted. Plus, school will start very soon and I doubt I will even have the time to write anything. I still love the spazzy Asians, and I'm open for collabs, but seriously, I'll have to end stuff here. If I get a REALLY GOOD IDEA some time in the future, then I'll make a second collection and call it "Asian Quickies 2: Return of the Quickies", OK? But I still owe a request, so that will be our final episode.
Enjoy! :) ))
It seemed to be another Monday for the Asian family.
"NO! IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY AS RIN, DA ZE!"
"You played as Rin last time!"
"No I didn't, da ze! I played Luka last time!"
Japan just calmly sat on the floor, playing Project Mirai on his own game thingie while China, Taiwan, and Vietnam were at the table watching the scene unfold.
Hong Kong and Korea were playing tug-of-war with the Playstation. "I'm Rin!" Korea yelled, tugging.
"I'm Rin!" Hong Kong retorted.
"I'm Rin!"
"I'm Rin!"
"Why can't you take turns like normal people, aru?"
"BECAUSE THAT'S DUMB!"
"Sensei, there's a knock on the door," Taiwan said, interrupting China's attempt to scold the boys. China went to the door and opened it up to see a little note sitting on the doorstep.
He picked it up and read:
Dear China,
Yo, this is the hero, America! Me and Prussia have decided to call a rematch for that food fight the other day. We'll meet at the same place, OK? See you later!
The US of A
China's eye twitched. "Everyone, we have been invited to a rematch, aru."
"Oh, really?" everyone said, leaning in on China to see the note.
"What do we do? Just kick their butts again?" Hong Kong asked, hands behind his head.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, da ze!"
"No," said China, crumpling up the note. "They'll just keep challenging us until we get tired, aru. We need a way to make them stay away, aru."
Everyone sat in silence, thinking.
"What about that thing?" Vietnam asked.
"You mean...?" Taiwan asked.
"I think it would suffice," said Hong Kong, nodding.
"It certainly would, da ze," said Korea, nodding as well.
China looked from mischievous face to mischievous face, knowing what they were planning. "You people are crazy, aru."
LATER...
"OK! I got the hamburgers all ready!" America said eagerly. The two nations were in their fort, awaiting their eastern rivals.
"Ve are definitely going to pin zhem this time!" Prussia said, just as excited.
So they waited.
And waited.
And waited...
"What the hell is taking them so long?" America asked, a little annoyed by this point.
That's when a whistle sounded and the whirring of a helicopter came. The nations looked up to see a giant red helicopter with China on it, a big grin on his face.
"This is for round two, aru!" China called. Then he turned to Hong Kong (who was at the controls) and yelled, "Release the durian, aru!"
"Durian?" America and Prussia asked in unison, until they noticed entire crates of spiky fruit falling towards them.
SPLAT.
Hetalia!
"You used durian on them?! Are you insane?"
"Well, they asked for a rematch so I gave them rematch, aru."
After the ordeal, America and Prussia dashed home to take showers as fast as possible while England scolded the heck out of China (who was very indifferent).
"Why in the world would you use THE smelliest fruit in the east on them?!"
China just shrugged. "Even I have to be mean once or twice. I can't put up with you people torturing me forever, aru."
((So, we finish up with China having a personal victory. Wahoo!
Anyways, that's all, folks! I had an awesome time writing this series and I'm so glad so many people enjoyed reading it. You are free as a bird to give me as many ideas as you want or you can PM me and we can collab on another spazzy Asian quickie. I'm always open and I'll never stop loving these dorks.
So! Goodbye, sayonara, arrivederci, au revoir, zaichen and other such languages.
That's a wrap!))