(A/N: Alternatively titled- an author's ranting and a 2-sentence long drabble hidden in between. *deep inhale* I'm...so...sooooorry~! I'll save you the rant about how incredibly busy I've been with schoolwork this past while. I know this is a late and barely adequate update, and I apologize. I originally intended to crank out a brand-new, fresher AusHun drabble for this chapter. That one wouldn't write itself in the time available, so you're stuck with this stale, short (shorter than the A/N, actually), crappy one instead. I hope to finish the "new" one later on, and I apologize yet again.

Oh, and you probably shouldn't expect this temporary update means I'll be going back to normal. I have like five school projects for next week, and this is my moment of relief.

Thanks to my reviewers, The Fairy cake and Mamma Russia! I love you guys so much, and if I didn't think anyone was reading these, I might have lost nerve a while ago.

This chapter's pairing is AusHun, as requested by the Fairy Cake, and I deeply apologize for the rushed and short nature of it. Not much time to expand/edit this old work, you see. ;_; Anyhoodles, I don't own Hetalia or the picture this is based off of. If you want to see the picture this is based off of, just message me. Lastly, to any of you amazing people who had a lapse in judgment and added me to your alert list, I will probably be uploading some Homestuck stuff in the near future. So if you check your email, you'll go, "Oh! Captain Quirky updated! Another hilariously awful Hetalia chapter to laugh at- wait, what is this Homestuck crap?" Just mentioning as a pre-apology.

Gee, I apologize a lot ._. BUT. BUT. ENJOY THE CHAPTER IF AT ALL POSSIBLE CONSIDERING THE CIRCUMSTANCES. PLEASE.)

"Honestly," he tutted, sounding much more like a mother than a preteen boy should. "Can't you keep yourself clean?" He ran his hand through her caramel hair and worked through the horrible bird's nest it had become. His other hand brought a silk handkerchief to her face, which was bruised and dirty after a day's play. She wanted to point out that guys don't carry around silky handkerchiefs, but she just resolved to be nicer to him, damn it, and she was not going to ruin it with one stupid comment (even if it was totally true).

She clutched her messy dress and looked over herself; she really did look a mess. He had not overreacted by giving a very unmanly squeal when she waltzed through the door (she showed amazing self-restraint in not laughing at his squeal either), looking like she had been caught in a mudslide. Still, she mused as he straightened the flower in her hair and sighed, she could get used to the fuss he gave her.

(A/N: UM. I'm all apologied-out. I got nothing for you. At least it didn't waste too much of your time, since it was so short and all.

I'll be back as soon as possible, whenever that is, hopefully with new drabbles longer than like, 3 sentences. :-/ I will also be working on some Homestuck fanfiction too, though, so I'll be spread a little thin. I hope to pay adequate attention to both fandoms.

YOU KNOW THE DRILL. PICK ONE PAIR OUT OF THE FOLLOWING HETEROTALIA PAIRINGS, AND I'LL ATTEMPT TO POST A DRABBLE ACCORDINGLY. AmeBela, AmeViet, AustraliaWy, AusHun, BelaRus, EngBela, FraSey, JapTai, JoanFrance, PolHun, PruHun, RomanoBelgium, UkrRus, and VietFra.

THANKS FOR READING. ONE LAST SORRY BEFORE YOUR TRIP BACK ONTO THE SANE PART OF THE INTERWEBS. [Wait, if you actually find a sane part of the internet, tell me. I've been searching for years.])