Dear Matt: From your (hero) Brother, Alfred. Dear Matt; From your (hero) brother, Alfred.
A Hetalia writing piece for Canada day. Letter format.
First of let me say: Happy B-day, dude! Feeling it yet? I know it's easy to let the years get to you, us being what we are and all, but just remember, we still have a way to go yet! After all, China's, like, over 3000, and he's still going good!
Look... I know I haven't been the best brother in the world (haha, get it?). Lots of people get us confused (we don't look that much alike, do we?), and you end up getting hurt sometimes because of it. And I, like nearly everyone else, forget about you sometimes (that's kinda my fault, huh?), or don't notice when you're around. And we've had times where we argued and even went to war against each other (I will never forget 1812. You really kicked my ass).
But I just want to say; you're the best brother a guy could ask for. You watch scary movies with me, and stay
Drunken Friend- A Giripan Fanfiction- HetaliaDrunken Friend- A Hetalia Fan Fiction
Greece x Japan (or for you well-aquainted fans, GiriPan)
A/N: I adore this paring. SO CUTE! But I had a kind of idea on how the Allies sometimes go drinking. My thoughts; I wonder if Japan would go? THis kind of span off into the story bellow. Minor Yaoi warning for kissing and slight themes.
Why was I here again? Right. America had mentioned that the group were heading out drinking. Normally, I would decline. I had been drinking with these countries before, and I knew what would happen. England would get all depressed, France would hit on anything that moved, America would be a pain in the butt, Russia would try to convince other nations to 'become one' with him, and Germany and Italy would dissapear. A smile plays on my face then. No-one else seemed to notice the relationship between those two, except me and the other man that was the main reason I was here.
At the e
Prussia x Canada - DinnerPrussia x Canada - Dinner
He was there, in the midst of the hub-bub, listening to the laughter and drunken slurring, and yet he wasn't there. Not to anyone else at least. Not to his brothers, not to his so-called "friends", not even to the pristine polar bear seated on his lap. He was nowhere not worth the time, nor worth the contemplation.
All the other countries had personality, spunk, mass media attention. He was nought but a big mass of land populated by people that ate nought by maple syrup, carried their hockey sticks everywhere, and ended all their sentences with "ey".
Canada sighed, slumping in the barstool, swirling his fingers around the table top, composing an invisible pattern.
Invisible like him.
He looked up from the composition, up at the people around him.
His older brother, America, was being noisy, as usual, standing on the table with his tie round his head, a drink in one hand and his shirt being swung round in the other. His other older brother, Engl
AmeriCan: The View From Here"Alfred Jones! You put poor Matthew down now before someone gets hurt!"
The young Alfred still ran and jumped cheerily, ignoring the red-faced Brit that scolded him. He didn't bother retaliating with the usual "you're not the boss of me"; he was too busy laughing. Matthew, who was sat on Alfred's shoulders, held on tightly, afraid that he might fall.
"Alfred!" Arthur didn't bother to chase after him, because he knew he wouldn't be able to catch up with the playful boy.
"A-Al, maybe you should listen to him " Matthew squeaked, tightening his grip on the American.
"But it's so much fun!"
Alfred came to a sudden stop, barely avoiding a collision with the tall man in a blue coat that stepped before him. He looked up at him, recognising the flowing blonde hair and slight stubble immediately.
"Aww," he whined. Matthew peered up from his glasses and smiled.
"Matthew, it's time for your French lesson."
"Oui!" the small boy chimed, climbing off of Alfred and standing beside h
"Do you remember the first time you said you loved me?" Francis said to Mathew.
"I can't believe I acted like that."
"I believe it was a month or two after you had money trouble and moved back in with me."
Francis was going out with a girl again.
Matthew absolutely hated it when Francis went out with someone.
When he was little he would savor the 'I love you' in French that Francis told him.
They seemed meaningless now that he was grown up.
Why though? Matthew would often say to himself. Why did they mean nothing now?
Francis came back home, very late, and Matthew had waited for him.
When Francis walked through the front door Matthew bolted to him and what he said surprised even him.
"Why did you come back so late?! I waited so long I was worried sick! Why do you need to leave so long for women?!"
"Because I want them to love me of course, it's that simple."
"I don't know why though! I love you more than anything! You
Greece x Japan I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my straight black hair. I was getting ready to meet up with Greece today. We were going to talk again, like we have for the past week. Japan didn't realize this yet, aloud or mentally, but he loved the shaggy-haired boy. The only thing that he'd admit (or even think of as decent) is that he had a crush on him. Loving a boy is something that Japan would never imagine himself doing. When Japan thought he looked nice, he walked out the door to see his sweet friend sitting on a bench petting a couple stray cats, a small grin on his face.
I smiled, "Hey, Greece." Greece looked up, revealing a pair of big green eyes before responding with a simple "Hi, Japan." I walked towards him, sitting down next to him on the bench gently stroking a brown cat with blue eyes. The cat jumped into my lap and I chuckled lightly, scratching between its ears.
"So Greece, what am I
Don't Tell"You WHAT!?" exclaimed the furious Englishman.
"I- I said... I'm dating France..." muttered the shy Canadian looking down at his twiddling thumbs.
The Englishman just stood there in shock, his hands plastered on the table as he stared at Canada, wide eyed. He still couldn't quite process the information in his mind. It was something that just didn't register. Why would anyone want to date that... that... Frog!?
He finally closed his eyes, realizing he was making Canada more nervous than he already was. He sat back down on the couch and crossed his arms. "So?"
"So what?" Canada asked looking up without moving his head.
"So? How did this happen?"
Canada's eyes went wide and his cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Uh well, you see..."
A FEW NIGHTS AGO
Canada was just sitting at home enjoying a nice freshly made meal of pancakes and maple syrup. He was tuned into the T.V. watching some American channel with some strange show called "The Real Housewives of something or other".
Giripan: Nap Partners"Konnichiwa," Heracles smiled at Kiku standing in the doorway. The Japanese man looked surprised to see him, but pleased nonetheless.
"Oh, konnichiwa Heracles-kun. What brings you here today?"
The Grecian held up a small rectangular box and rattled it persuasively, "I brought Pocky."
Kiku knew what this meant. He nodded, stepping aside, "Would you like to come in?"
"Arigatou!" Heracles beamed and hurried in, kicking off his shoes and placing them neatly next to Kiku's. Kiku smiled; he had been practicing his Japanese, that much was evident.
Kiku closed the door behind him, "Have you come to show off all of the new words you have learned?"
Heracles chuckled, "Iie, I thought we could watch another historical Japanese movie. The one you showed me last week was so fascinating! Have you got any more?"
"Hai, lots." Kiku led Heracles into his TV room and gestured for him to sit down while he searched through his large collection of DVDs, "There is Tsuma Yo Bara No Yoni, Hawai Mare o