Hey! So, this is my first ever fanfiction. Please don't hate me if it isn't that good.
Anyway. I will make warnings when needed in the beginning of the chapter. In this Story there may be some historical stuff hope that dosn't bother you. I would really appreciate reviews/feedback if you want to. America may be a little too mature. Hope that doesn't bother too much.
H.J= Hero Jurnal /America's confesion book
I don't own Hetalia or any Charakter.
H.J:
Dear Captain America,How did this happen?We are supposed to be enemys, aren't we?
But is it wrong to make a person smile again. He almost lost his smile, but maybe i can bring it back in his lips.We share many memories together.Bad and good.We used to play, but than he started to get cold.I want to know what has changed between us.He pretens like he dosn't know me.It hurts to know that he dosn't want to remember the happy and peacefull days.
But the Hero will change that!He will smile again, even if it's the last thing i do.
America put down his pen and stood up from his desk and closed his jurnal. He crossed the room to put his jurnal back into the huge bookshelf. He turned around to look at the clock. It's 7am. Damn already that late? He should probebly wake up his his 'quest'.
Walking down the hallway he stoppes to look out of the window. It's raining, you can clearly see the water drops on the window. The dark slowly turns into a beutiful sunrise. The warm light was slowly invading the walls behind him.
He doesn't regret moving from the city to this little village. It's so nice and quiet. Almost like a fairytail. The beutiful old houses with the forest near by.
He walkes further down the hallway, stopping at the last door. America opened the wooden door to snoop in. The room was quiet, the only thing heard was the pouring rain from the outside.He sneaked across the room and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.After that he walkes over to the bed, but he tripped over the shepard lying on the ground. He landed hard on a book called "Struwwelpeter". When Americas foot on his tail hasn't awaken the dog, the loud noise his fall made did. The german shepard looked around bewildered. America tried to calm the dog down while he got up. Soon the dog calmed down but the pain in America's ass stayed. Hoping the noise he made didn't woke up his owner, he looked into the bed. His 'quest' was still sound asleep. Good for him. This way he had still time to lay out the clothes befor he woke him up.
He walkes to the old dresser, opened it and chose a plain white shirt with blue jeans and put them ontop of the dresser. The belt, socks and boxers he put next to them. The shoes he put on the ground infront of the dresser.
He crossed the room again to wake the german lying in the bed. "Ludwig. It's time to wake up!" he ordered yanking the blanked from the bed. The blond yawned and rose from his covers, looking around the room. The dog jumped onto the bed cuddling himself on his owners lap. "Your clothes are on the dresser, breakfast is ready in ten minuets." With that the american walked out of the room. Leaving the younger one to dress.
Soon America found himself in the kitchen making breakfast. It's the second breakfast he makes for his 'quest'. He makes pancakes, a fried egg and some bakon. It's what almost every american family eats, even when he thinks it's to good for his 'quest' but he dosn't want to make two separat meals. That would resould in even more dishes to clean for him. Also he hopes the german will get healthier soon so he can do some real work and not just stay here the whole time.
After about 11 minuets Germany arrived, hair still messy but already in the fresh clothing he had laid down. He sad down on the table while America brought the plates and set them down. They both ate together in silence, until America spoke up. "You will help me clean up the house today. You can't do much but we will find something." he told him. No answer.
Some time later, America was cleaning the dishes while Germany just sat quietly on the couch in the living room petting his dog,Berlitz. The dogs tail was happily waving around as he was laying in his back. It still hasn't stopped raining so they didn't go for a walk like yesterday but let him play in the garden. That resolted in a lot of mudy paw prints all over the place. That's not that bad, they gonna clean anyway.
After some time, America came out of the kitchen with a rag and a water filled bucket. "So dude, i figured that you clean the windows while I do the rest." he explained. With that he gave Germany the bucket, rag hanging from the edge. And they started cleaning, beginning on the second floor. America started with cleaning off the paw prints on the ground.
They both will probebly spent the whole day cleaning the small house.That dirty and messy it is. Germany was cleaning the windows but he constantly got distracted by the beutiful forest near by. He constantly admired the spruce trees. Berlitz sat next to him and also stared put of the window. America was moping the floor but he was also distracted but not by the outside, but by Germany. The younger one was quieter than usual. He hasn't spoken since he got here. When he thought about it the german was way different than usual. Not only only his behavior but also his physical appearance.
He was thinner than befor and his hair was messy. He was even paler and his eyes where paler than he could remember. Not to menion the bandages all around his body. How could he missed it. At first he was more conserned by the condition of Japan.
America brought his attantion back to the floor, where a puddle formed because of the lag of movement he made. He quickly continiud to mop the floor but he couldn't get his eyes off of the german, which resulted in him wiping over Berlitz, who jumped up and growled at him.Germany noticed that and turned around but slipped on the wooden parquet. He almost hit the floor but he was catched by two strong arms from behind.
"Dude, you should really watch what your doing. You could've hit your head." America said to him as he helped him up to his feet. Germany didn't respond, as always. He never responds and that is exactly what bothered America the most in their situation. He wanted him to talk. Or atleast show some form of reaction. Germany was like an empty shell or some form of Glass. He looked like one wrong move and he's going to break. America really hoped that would change soon. Otherwise they will never go along. But they slowly get to know each other, because they will live together for a long time.
He turned back to his mop but it seems like the dog stole the rag he bound around the broom so he wouldn't have to do it on his knees. So that means cleaning is done for today. He dosn't habe another rag here and the other one was used by Germany. He could help Germany by cleaning the widows... But he could Tidy up the mess the living room was. "Yo! Dude, i'm gonna tidy up the living room downstairs. You continiue to clean the windows here. Don't break anything!" He instructed while going down the stairs
After six hours of cleaning they both where done and America started making their dinner, while Germany tried to get the rag back from Berlitz. With a loud thud Germany landed on his behind but he finally got the half destroyed rag out of the dogs mouth. He brought the rag into the kitchen. Where he gave it to America and left. America looked down onto the destroyed rag in his hands. He'll have to by a new one. He wanted to drive to the town on tuesday anyway.
America put down the rag and proceeded to make dinner. He fied the Salmon and washed the vagetables. He put the broccoli and carrots on the plates. He started to peel the potatos over a bowl and then also put them on the plates. After some time the fish was done and ready to eat.
They both sat down just like in the morning and started eating. Just like in the morning they didn't speak with each other. They haven't spoken with each other almost the whole day. Just like yesterday the german hasn't shown any kind of reaction. Just like yesterday the german didn't show any kind of emotion. It started to bother America. He wishes the blonde would react to him and not just work like a machine.
After both of them were done, Germany made Berlitz his food and after that he changed and got to bed. America on the other hand, still had things to do. First he cleaned the dishes. Then he walked into his office, sat on his table and started to read one of the many dokuments he had to finish today. He should've started doing them earlier, he was always bad at time management. After several hours of reading and signing papers he finally stood up from his desk and left his office just like in the morning. He walked to Germany's bedroom and opened the door. The german was sound asleep next to his dog. Now he finally walkes to his bedroom and goes to bed.
Sorry this story will be a little boring but that's just the start. It won't have much Action.