A/N- Wow it's been ages since I last wrote anything! Actually, I'm lucky to even have the time today to write, but I really wanted to post some more, so I ploughed my way through writer's block with my Hetalia DVD and managed to force this out. It's not as good as usual, but I hope it's at least a little bit funny.

So yeah, it's titled Prussia's Awesomeness, but it's more about England and America. I've been playing the new Pokemon Black recently (just beat the last gym!) which is why this oneshot is rather... poke-infested. I do apologise. But, yeah, enjoy, and watch out for some bad language in this fic (though there has been in every one of these oneshots anyway). And if you want to, review! Reviews make writers happy. They are like plushies to us. Or me. Plushies make me happy, anyway.

Disclaimer- I no own Hetalia or Pokemon. I have a copy of Pokemon Black, but the franchise- not mine. (I started with the otter one!)

Hetalia Oneshot

Prussia's Awesomeness

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The door swung shut with a clang, the wooden fibres creaking with the force of its impact against the frame. The man strode away from the room, leaving behind a stack of old, unshelved tomes. A faint cloud of dust settled in the abandoned library, stirred by the man's irritation.

"Hmph, stupid idiots. I'll show them just how awesome I am…" he muttered as he marched purposefully towards the door, grasping a coat and tugging it on mid-stride as he left the house. As he slammed the front door shut, a little yellow chick fluttered down and landed on his head, although he was far too caught up in his huff to notice.

As the red-eyed man blurred past a small clearing, Italy glanced up.

"Huh? I wonder what's up with Prussia…?" he pondered, setting down his paint brush. His eyes followed the older nation quizzically as he stormed off in the direction of some of the other European countries.

Suddenly, a loud mrrrrow caught his attention. The little tabby he'd been painting while it slept curled up amidst the spring grass had decided to stretch and wander off. All he spotted was the swish of its tail as it disappeared into the bushes.

"No! Come back kitty!" Italy wailed, dropping his pallet and chasing the feline through the shrubbery, arms flailing around his head.

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"Dude! Awesome! I just totally kicked this guy's ass!"

A vein throbbed in England's forehead as he pricked his finger with his cross-stitching needle. America's constant button-mashing was wearing on his nerves. Damn git! Why couldn't he play that at his own house?

"Sweet! Now I get to beat up this guy too!"

More blood trickled out of England's finger.

"Hahahahaha! Take that dude!"

A fist clenched.

"Aww heck yeah! England, look! This guy just totally lost to me!"

"I SWEAR TO GOD, AMERICA, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP RIGHT THIS MINUTE I'LL LET YOU FIND OUT JUST HOW MUCH OF BIG BEN WILL FIT UP YOUR ASS!"

America froze. His eyes glittered as they welled up. His lower lip trembled slightly.

England stopped in his tracks, staring at the puppy-eyed nation. The only sound that he could muster was a faint, "Uh…uh…" Words failed him. After a moment, he tensed and clenched his teeth, averting his eyes to the table.

"I'm sorry, America. That was… uncalled for."

The blue-eyed country looked surprised.

"Really?"

England nodded.

"Awesome! You actually apologised to me!"

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it," England grunted, a faint tinge of humiliation flushing in his cheeks.

The two paused for a moment as neither individual could think of something to say, before America suddenly blurted out, "Hey, England! You should totally play this game too! I know you'd be good at it!"

The tea-drinker looked slightly baffled. One eyebrow migrated up his forehead. "What is that you're playing, anyway?"

"This?" America held up his DS. "I was just playing Pokémon. Dude, you have to try it!"

England looked sceptical, but couldn't protest as America threw a game case at him. It smacked him in the face with an audible crunch. "Git," the Brit muttered as he bent down and picked the box up. He turned it over and read the blurb on the back. It sounded… interesting.

"You want me to teach you how to play?" America offered, already back to tapping at the console screen with his stylus.

"I think I can work it out…" England declined, already mildly intrigued.

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One hour later…

"Take that Jigglypuff, you pink wanker! That'll teach you to use Sing! I can carry a tune better than you any day, git!"

America shot a glance over at his friend, who was already absorbed in the game he'd been given. They'd barely been playing together for an hour, but already England was on his second gym badge. Maybe the green-eyed man was too good. At this rate, his team might get stronger than America's own, and the Yank couldn't let that happen. After all, he was the hero…

"Oh well…" America shrugged and returned to his own game as England gave a loud cry of,

"Fuck you Marill! I'll show you what happens when you faint my Cyndaquil! Attack Pikachu! ….. Heh, that's right, Marill. Die… Die like the little blue thing you are… Muahahahahahaha…. Y'know, this game would be even better if you had a black magic attack…"

"Or you could knock them out with some of your cooking," America chuckled as he sent his sprite running through some tall grass. All of a sudden, the screen flickered and he was launched into a battle.

"Huh? Another battle? That's like, the fourteenth one in five minutes! Oh well… China- I mean, Feraligatr, I choose you!"

If England hadn't been so caught up in his game, he would've rolled his eyes. As it was, he repeatedly smashed at the A button with his thumb in the vain hope that it would increase his chances of having the damn squirrel-thing get in his pokéball. The stupid thing didn't know how to stay in captivity.

Meanwhile, Prussia had come marching, still in his huff, to the front door. Much to his awesome surprise, he found as he turned the handle that it was unlocked. Of course, only Prussia would try someone's front door before knocking. Now puzzled, he pushed it open and stepped inside. Noises were drifting down the hall from somewhere deeper within.

As he was so awesome, Prussia decided that it would be fine for him to go investigate. Creeping down the hallway, he stopped outside the door from which the voices emanated, as the little bird alighted from his head. Titling his head to one side, he pressed his ear to the wood.

"Ah!"

"Oof!"

"Come on come on come on come on! Get in there!"

"Yes! Take that!"

"Just do it already!"

"Urr… what do I use…?"

"Damn! I'm down to my last ball!"

Prussia edged away from the door. That had been… awkward. Perhaps it would be better if he spared them his awesomeness for another day. China always had cute stuff at his house. Maybe he should go there instead? Yes. That was definitely a good idea. He would go to China's house. Right now.

Prussia fled.

Inside the room, England slammed his fist on the table. "Damn! It got away!"