SuperSailorCharon: So for those who enjoyed my Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic "Holy Ship!" this one's for you guys! I do not own Hetalia! There is no real lemon in this story, but it's implied. This episode does not reflect my views on the USUK pairing.
America was at his vacation home in San Francisco. Every time he was here, he enjoyed himself. The views along the Golden Gate Bridge were spectacular, the trolley rides were always fun, and visiting China's vacation home always guaranteed he'd get a delicious lunch to enjoy.
He was about to go to bed that night when he decided to Google himself. He promised himself he wouldn't stay up too late, but once in a while the urge to Google himself struck. Normally he didn't find anything other than how his economy was going to hell or how his boss was a moron or something along those lines.
"This is boring," America murmured to himself as he sat on his bed with his laptop open on his lap. "I wonder what would happen if I put in my human name."
Carefully typing in "Alfred F. Jones" into the search box, America found plenty of interesting results. He clicked on the top link. It led him to a fan fiction site.
"Dude! Someone totally wrote a story about me!" America beamed. His eyes skimmed the story, hoping it would be about a heroic deed he carried out, or at the very least, him making out with a hot chick. The title was called "An American Lemon".
"Huh…so far it's about Britain and me," America noticed, scrolling down to read the tale about him and the British nation after a world meeting one day. In the story, Britain apologizes to America for everything that happened during the American Revolution and offers to take America out for drinks.
"Yeah, that's totally something Britain would do!" America grinned. He continued to read. Britain gets ridiculously drunk and begins speaking gibberish. America found himself chuckling when he read the part where he picked a drunken Britain off the floor and carried him home. Of course Britain couldn't hold his liquor!
"There's nothing in here about fruit though," America noticed. "That stupid title doesn't make any sense!"
What happened next in the story wasn't so funny at all.
"Wait, why am I laying Iggy on the bed like that?" America asked, his eyes skimming ahead to the…erm…juicy bits of the story. "Why am I taking off his pants?" What happened next in the story made America wish he never clicked on this link. He could've sworn he puked in his mouth a little when he read the part where he took off his own pants and began making sweet love to his older brother.
"Dude! That is so nasty! Whatever mofo wrote this had their head in the gutter! I do not like Iggy like that! Ugh…I bet it was that perv France that wrote this. He's totally gonna get it!" America ranted, flailing angrily around on the bed and nearly knocking his laptop off of him. He vowed the next morning that he would call up France and tear him a new one.
Meanwhile, at France's house, France was looking over a computer screen with a frown on his face.
"So far my hilarious story about Amerique and Angleterre only has only one hit," France sighed. "Zhis is zhe worst April Fool's Day prank ever!"