I don't own Hetalia. *Smiling like Russia*
This is drabble CRACK.
I just found out this was added to a Hetalia x Reader community...I DO GOOD THEN, OUI? :D
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"Packing like a boss, packing like a boss! Pack, pack, packing like a MOTHA-FREAKING BOSS!" You sang excitedly, jamming your stuff quickly inside of the Black Butler messenger bag without even caring if it wasn't organized. Today you, Alfred, and Arthur, were going to England together because it was your Emerald-eyed friend's birthday. Surprisingly, Arthur actually agreed to your idea of having a birthday party there, replying so sweetly, 'Yes! I-I mean, I have nothing better to do...It's not like I enjoy being around you idiots! ...Well, t-thanks...not that I care, or anything...' ...such a sweetheart.
Since you were only staying there for his birthday, which was two days from now, you decided to only pack a few T-shirts, jeans, and your favorite Gumi-Matryoshka hoodie. But, you had a small problem when it came to finishing your packing. Everything didn't quite fit, making it extremely difficult zipping. Glaring daggers, you let out an annoyed grunt as you yank the zipper upward in hopes of closing it completely.
Knock, knock!
To caught up in your fight against the dreaded zipper of doom, you didn't hear the loud banging coming from outside of your bedroom door. Trying once again, you growl frustratingly when it only goes half-way, then unzipping itself like the troll-bag it is. Anger building dangerously, you take in a deep breath before screaming, while at the same time, someone happily lets himself in...
BANG!
"YO! Oops, I broke the door again...I can totally fix it later, dude!"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! Y-U-NO STOP PISSING ME OFF? I'LL FRUKING KILL YOU FOR THAT!"
"ARHAHAHAHAHRHARHAHNEBRABRAAB ZR!"
"...Al?" You could have sworn someone ran faster out of your room than Feliciano high-tailing it away from P.E.
About five minutes later, having duck taped the zipper, you found your heroic friend stuffing down a large cheeseburger as if mcdonalds was about to go extinct. But then again, you'd be having a panic attack, along with Alfred, if that were to ever happen. Shaking your head from those horrible thoughts, you slowly stalk your way behind Alfred, trying not to breathe loudly while a small smirk tugged itself quickly onto your lips.
Without him noticing, you got yourself right next to his left ear...
"BARREL!"
"ARHAHAHAHAHRHARHAHNEBRABRAAB ZR!"
~This time-skip is brought to you by Canadia.
Who: Bitch, please. I'm Canada. *Epic face*~
After laughing obnoxiously at America's near death experience of choking on his cheeseburger, you were both singing, at the top of your lungs, Akiakane's cover of "Bye bye sayonara", without any traces of shame. When the song ended, causing you to let out a small whimper, Alfred took out the earbud you both were sharing, putting your (F/C) Ipod back into your coat's pocket as he switched the radio on.
"Baby, baby, baby, oh~Baby, baby, baby, oh~"
Eyes locking, you both passionately sung;
"Baby, baby, baby, OH SHUT THE F*CK UP!"
When you both finally arrived at the airport, getting odd looks from other people since you both were shuffling your way around, Alfred began thinking about some things...Worried yet? Not really surprising how you both got to the airport so fast, seeing how you kept yelling at him to drive quicker, because it's more fun that way. Of course, he listened...but only because it was you asking.
Anyone else? No way, heroes only listen to themselves! But, how could he resits-dat ass-THAT smile! It was a well known fact that he was crushing on his gamer friend, though, only you never seem to notice his obvious flirting, unlike everyone else. France's rape face could easily speak for itself.
Breaking himself from those thoughts when he heard your screech of "IGGGGGYYYYY!", he started laughing like a true goofball as you tackled the poor Brit into a bone crushing hug, matching Alfred's laughter more closely than you probably should.
Said British man huffed, eyebrows twitching in great irritation as he gently pushed you away from him while trying to keep calm. You, in return, grinned widely at his annoyed expression, coming to stand beside Alfred once again. Instead of glomping Arthur, Alfred simply slapped him on the back, saying happily, "Nice seeing you again, dude!" laughing as the poor man almost fell face first onto the gray, carpeted floor.
"If only I could say the same. Now, let us hurry and get on this bloody plane before I change my mind." Grabbing hold of his suitcase, Arthur turned to leave, rolling his eyes at their ever-happy laughter.
Trolololol~Expect more of Iggy's best birthday EVER!